Black Democrat Papoose (Ft. Hot Rod (Producer))

[Intro: Hot Rod]
Yeah, you know who it is, it's your boy, Hot Rod
Chillin' with my man Papoose, get that gwap, nigga
1.5 haha, I love it
Hey, let me borrow 20 bucks, nigga

[Verse 1: Hot Rod]
Man these niggas is so shook
I had to get an alarm on my pen and insurance on my notebook
You little rappers is textbook
Still tryna bounce-pass while I hit 'em with the no-look
Now give me the loot, Hennessy and juice
While I'm spittin' with Papoose in my fire man suit
If hip-hop is dead, we goin' to its grave, yup
To hold a concert and watch the shit raise up
And then call it the second coming
Real MCs will celebrate, the fake ones start runnin'
You ain't poppin' your gun if you ain't got one
You ain't pimpin' no hoes if you ain't got none
Shotgun in the old school but I'm from the new school
My whip, '07 new shoes, conditioned for winnin'
My lyrics unlimited, I got shit for the children
I got shit for the women, and if you ain't feelin' all the bars that I'm spillin'
I'll leave a lyrical puddle, you walk by and slip in it
Download my crack, I have you beggin'
?? to say I'm bootleggin'
If you want it that bad nigga, come get it
I spit premium rap, yo shit is unleaded
From the west to the east, I murder tracks;
I got producers putting vests on they beats, nigga