Pay Homage Lyrics
| Song | Pay Homage |
| Artist | JR Writer |
| Album | History in the Making |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brito, Byrd | |
| (40 Cal.) | |
| 40! | |
| Ok J.R. | |
| It's like memorable moments again | |
| Ya dig,dipset | |
| I mean...so much fuckin cake in the buildin(so much cake in the buildin) | |
| Ya'll wouldn't believe man | |
| That's why my niggas got pies and shit | |
| Enough of all that | |
| Verse 1 | |
| (40 Cal.) | |
| Uh, you see my money like a baggel shop | |
| Why i make the powder blow | |
| First i get papi bread,then i make sour dough | |
| You still (pumpa nickel?) move every hour slow | |
| My work's so powerful, yo money ours bro | |
| It's no baggel jokes,but for butter i be raisin toast | |
| Like a bread truck, i keep the latest loafs | |
| I serve beef, grab pounds and squeeze | |
| I'm sick with the 40.,call it mad cow disease | |
| My niggas get down for cheese,and felony wraps | |
| Ya'll niggas hamsters,really cant tell if they rats | |
| But,you call a turtle when the shell in they back | |
| I play eight ball for menace i can help you with that | |
| Then im,back to melt the track,soon as the vanilla crack | |
| Two-door,NSX thats a selfish act | |
| Mack to ya pelvis black,i'll put you where Elvis at | |
| Walkin pawn shop when i take ya chain and sell it back,crack. | |
| (chorus) | |
| (J.R. Writer) | |
| It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| You guys are not a threat,pay homage to the best nigga | |
| Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| We got the streets owned,you can not compete homes | |
| It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| Any problems its a wrap,we put Harlem on the map yes | |
| Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| You now rockin with the best,pay homage to the set | |
| Verse 2 | |
| (J.R. Writer) | |
| Ok,im ready,Uh | |
| Listen i'm bout flippin',but if the slouch trippin | |
| I'll put some scratch on his head like his scalp ithchin' | |
| Dig it J.R. is hot,whippin the car is drop | |
| Barbies watch,the dealer admit it i'm hard to top | |
| Hater i'm back,face it you wack,J.R. is crack | |
| The same thing they place in a pack,I stay in the trap | |
| So no you wont hear 8-0-8 when i put some damn base on the track | |
| I bring the fiends out,give them niggas what they need | |
| I dont see droughts,it is figures what i see | |
| Bring them keys out,to the middle of the p's | |
| No matter the temperature degree | |
| Rain,sleet,snow,i'm pitchin them for sheeze' | |
| Pure bricks,you'll have to go to Switzerland for these | |
| I get em often breeze | |
| Its easy to the beast | |
| You should bow down the next time you see me in the streets. | |
| (chorus) | |
| (J.R. Writer) | |
| It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| You guys are not a threat,pay homage to the best nigga | |
| Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| We got the streets owned,you can not compete homes | |
| It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| Any problems its a wrap,we put Harlem on the map yes | |
| Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset | |
| You now rockin with the best,pay homage to the set |
| zuo qu : Brito, Byrd | |
| 40 Cal. | |
| 40! | |
| Ok J. R. | |
| It' s like memorable moments again | |
| Ya dig, dipset | |
| I mean... so much fuckin cake in the buildin so much cake in the buildin | |
| Ya' ll wouldn' t believe man | |
| That' s why my niggas got pies and shit | |
| Enough of all that | |
| Verse 1 | |
| 40 Cal. | |
| Uh, you see my money like a baggel shop | |
| Why i make the powder blow | |
| First i get papi bread, then i make sour dough | |
| You still pumpa nickel? move every hour slow | |
| My work' s so powerful, yo money ours bro | |
| It' s no baggel jokes, but for butter i be raisin toast | |
| Like a bread truck, i keep the latest loafs | |
| I serve beef, grab pounds and squeeze | |
| I' m sick with the 40., call it mad cow disease | |
| My niggas get down for cheese, and felony wraps | |
| Ya' ll niggas hamsters, really cant tell if they rats | |
| But, you call a turtle when the shell in they back | |
| I play eight ball for menace i can help you with that | |
| Then im, back to melt the track, soon as the vanilla crack | |
| Twodoor, NSX thats a selfish act | |
| Mack to ya pelvis black, i' ll put you where Elvis at | |
| Walkin pawn shop when i take ya chain and sell it back, crack. | |
| chorus | |
| J. R. Writer | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You guys are not a threat, pay homage to the best nigga | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| We got the streets owned, you can not compete homes | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| Any problems its a wrap, we put Harlem on the map yes | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You now rockin with the best, pay homage to the set | |
| Verse 2 | |
| J. R. Writer | |
| Ok, im ready, Uh | |
| Listen i' m bout flippin', but if the slouch trippin | |
| I' ll put some scratch on his head like his scalp ithchin' | |
| Dig it J. R. is hot, whippin the car is drop | |
| Barbies watch, the dealer admit it i' m hard to top | |
| Hater i' m back, face it you wack, J. R. is crack | |
| The same thing they place in a pack, I stay in the trap | |
| So no you wont hear 808 when i put some damn base on the track | |
| I bring the fiends out, give them niggas what they need | |
| I dont see droughts, it is figures what i see | |
| Bring them keys out, to the middle of the p' s | |
| No matter the temperature degree | |
| Rain, sleet, snow, i' m pitchin them for sheeze' | |
| Pure bricks, you' ll have to go to Switzerland for these | |
| I get em often breeze | |
| Its easy to the beast | |
| You should bow down the next time you see me in the streets. | |
| chorus | |
| J. R. Writer | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You guys are not a threat, pay homage to the best nigga | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| We got the streets owned, you can not compete homes | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| Any problems its a wrap, we put Harlem on the map yes | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You now rockin with the best, pay homage to the set |
| zuò qǔ : Brito, Byrd | |
| 40 Cal. | |
| 40! | |
| Ok J. R. | |
| It' s like memorable moments again | |
| Ya dig, dipset | |
| I mean... so much fuckin cake in the buildin so much cake in the buildin | |
| Ya' ll wouldn' t believe man | |
| That' s why my niggas got pies and shit | |
| Enough of all that | |
| Verse 1 | |
| 40 Cal. | |
| Uh, you see my money like a baggel shop | |
| Why i make the powder blow | |
| First i get papi bread, then i make sour dough | |
| You still pumpa nickel? move every hour slow | |
| My work' s so powerful, yo money ours bro | |
| It' s no baggel jokes, but for butter i be raisin toast | |
| Like a bread truck, i keep the latest loafs | |
| I serve beef, grab pounds and squeeze | |
| I' m sick with the 40., call it mad cow disease | |
| My niggas get down for cheese, and felony wraps | |
| Ya' ll niggas hamsters, really cant tell if they rats | |
| But, you call a turtle when the shell in they back | |
| I play eight ball for menace i can help you with that | |
| Then im, back to melt the track, soon as the vanilla crack | |
| Twodoor, NSX thats a selfish act | |
| Mack to ya pelvis black, i' ll put you where Elvis at | |
| Walkin pawn shop when i take ya chain and sell it back, crack. | |
| chorus | |
| J. R. Writer | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You guys are not a threat, pay homage to the best nigga | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| We got the streets owned, you can not compete homes | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| Any problems its a wrap, we put Harlem on the map yes | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You now rockin with the best, pay homage to the set | |
| Verse 2 | |
| J. R. Writer | |
| Ok, im ready, Uh | |
| Listen i' m bout flippin', but if the slouch trippin | |
| I' ll put some scratch on his head like his scalp ithchin' | |
| Dig it J. R. is hot, whippin the car is drop | |
| Barbies watch, the dealer admit it i' m hard to top | |
| Hater i' m back, face it you wack, J. R. is crack | |
| The same thing they place in a pack, I stay in the trap | |
| So no you wont hear 808 when i put some damn base on the track | |
| I bring the fiends out, give them niggas what they need | |
| I dont see droughts, it is figures what i see | |
| Bring them keys out, to the middle of the p' s | |
| No matter the temperature degree | |
| Rain, sleet, snow, i' m pitchin them for sheeze' | |
| Pure bricks, you' ll have to go to Switzerland for these | |
| I get em often breeze | |
| Its easy to the beast | |
| You should bow down the next time you see me in the streets. | |
| chorus | |
| J. R. Writer | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You guys are not a threat, pay homage to the best nigga | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| We got the streets owned, you can not compete homes | |
| It' s the Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| Any problems its a wrap, we put Harlem on the map yes | |
| Dip... dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dipset | |
| You now rockin with the best, pay homage to the set |
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