Paradise Songtext
von Snowsa

And I′ma let his ass know
And I'ma let his ass know

S-N-O-W
Niggas just mad that I′m untouchable
Fidel with the motherfucking cash flow
Money make the motherfucking grass grow
Now I attract hoes from different axels
In my bag satchel, spiff fat fat Joe
I'm Doly, I don't need no entourage
And duh, I got the pot and my mi dutchie affi wash

Crystal pon me pop now diamond affi pon di watch
And while di juice di pon me drop ah good as so me affi tan
Snow been badman word to Shelly Ann
Take no commands, make the big bands
I say, "Baby be the judge and let me prove my innocence"
215 but I don′t do them increments
Them diamonds dancing like you′re a wishing 'pon a star
You don′t see no flaws 'cause all and all


That sauce drip right out my en-enzymes
I think about you all the time
Crystal lights bring paradise
I think about it all the time
I make the flip in the nick of time
I think about it all the time
Stabilize what′s on your mind
I think about it all the time

You cocky right
You own the night, ay
The people poke you like porcupine, ay
Sour for the green, that's the key to the lime, ay
I like to be on your mind, ay
Sauce drippin′ out my en-enzymes
You think about it all the time
You think about it all the time

That drip put niggas in a headlock
And I been killing niggas, no Chris Benoit
I been gettin' money, you could see it in my walk
And I'm worth a few mills, you can hear it when I talk

(Dude, that sauce, that mmm, that sauce) you could hear it when I talk
(Mmm that sauce, that mmm, that sauce) you could hear it when I talk
(Mmm, that sauce, that mmm, that sauce) you could hear it when I talk
(Mmm, that sauce, that mmm, that sauce)


That sauce drip right out my en-nzymes
I think about you all the time
Crystal lights bring paradise
I think about it all the time
I make the flip in the Nick of time
I think about it all the time
Stabilize what′s on your mind
I think about it all the time

I sip up the good estrogen
No, I can′t sit with no pedestrians
My juice too orange, gimme extra gin
Y'all getting on my nerves, under my skin
To get rid of you bitches, I need medicine
Instead, I′m in the club throwing extra tens
I don't know what′s wrong so, do not ask again
I'm running right back from the past

From the past, from the past, from the past
From the past, from the past, from the past