What's My Name Songtext

von Pappa Bear

Now the way that we planed to do the first cut
Make a tight beat, no samples, of course
My whole crew worked on this take
Consider yourself as fortunate, now the beat's going hit you where it don't hurt
Hit you in the stomach and make your ass burp
Make you bopb your head til your neck hurts, baby playerhater watch your your girl go crazy
She got my poster though I told ya
Tattoo of da BEAR all across her shoulder
Think that I'm doing this all for fame
You bet your ass!Yo, what's my name

See my face in da magazine and now you try to get wiht me
PAPPA BEAR's my claim to fame
And everybody out there knows my name
You cramp my style, you're dissing me now why you wanna fuck with me
PAPPA BEAR's my claim to fame
And everybody out there knows my name

Now you still wanna act like you don't know my name bit you even see my face on TV-games
See I sold my face to Nintendo and my third name is Orlando
Let's stop that shit, let's make things clear
The more you hate the more I appear
In time andplaces that you can't imagine
Public restrooms, even on pyjamas
Big black and ugly with abig smile
Good will can et you through some though times
I'm flexible and respactable,
If you like this track you'll get this album
See my face in da magazine and now you try to get with me...

See normally I'm nice and respectful
But the last six months have been hardcore
All the bitches on my dick and on my phone
And most of these hoos I don't even know
Once a while I hit the spot, the disco,
Gold digger all around, drinking sisco
And the bitches on my shit when I drink a coke
But when I ask for a blow, you just don't know
Bitch, you gotta go, I'm not a goldmine
Why you diggin on my shit all the time
You given me no respect you given me no ass
All you want is free bees and a glance of my cash

All we do is make phat hitz, BOOYA's got the fatest shit
We don't slip, we don't quit and all we do is innovate
See my face in da magazine and now you try to get with me