Chuck Paradi$e - Up There, Stuck There

Yeah, Yeah
1986
Sinners (Sinners)
Its too fast (Roll up, roll that up)
About to lap these n*****
Lets get high though
Ayy, Ayy, Ahh
I dont be fuckin' wit n*****
But I bet I finish whatever you started
Me and my n***** we gone get retarded
Lookin like food we hittin' the market
I dont be playin wit bitches
She said that we fuckin
I guess that it's up
Im grabbin' my fire right after I nut
And you is a opp if you aint one of us
(Whoop)
Give me a second I run up the pack
Just hit the plug got him doubling back
You hatin' for nothing how sucker is that
No love for you n***** I'm hugging the strap
Just beat it down got it puddlin' wet
She know what it is for I come up the steps
Open ya mouth let me tug on ya neck
Put her to sleep we in cuddle effect
Don't hit the phone you ain't talkin bout chicken
Chat aint bout money that shit hard to listen
Multiply weight break it down in division
I'm way too high ain't been down in a minute
Fuck all the bullshit bitch I'm on a mission
Triple stack henny and loud in my system
Think u got the juice then ya outta ya lemon
Sick of these n***** I signed the petition
Workin' I'm juggin' finessing the beat
Used to wake up to the stress and the beef
40 cal blow melt ya flesh with the heat
Like Uber just cancelled get left in the streets
Drive like I know where I'm going
Strains on loud I dont know what I'm smokin
Trains goin wild Penn Station, Hoboken
Hop turnstile I ain't waiting on tokens (Haa)
Pick up the pieces again (We push)
I pick up the pieces again (OT)
Bussin' them checks wit my scammer
She got me hittin' them visas again (Whoa)
We don't be fuckin' with losers
I'm on fire ball like hadouken (Perfect)
You come with too many problems
I ain't got time to find the solutions (I don't)
I put it on for my hood (Hood)
I get it in for the streets (Streets)
Book me a show on ya tour (Ya tour)
I'll fill it in for the seats (Sold out)
You can bet on Chucky P
I ain't let nobody fuckin' wit me
I got the juice don't make me squeeze (Brrr)
What is the sun without the Capri (Blaow)
I dont be fuckin' wit n*****
But I bet I finish whatever you started
Me and my n***** we gone get retarded
Lookin like food we hittin' the market
I dont be playin wit bitches
She said that we fuckin
I guess that its up
Im grabbin' my fire right after I nut
And you is a opp if you aint one of us
(Whoop)
You know whats up n****
Nah you really know whats up n****
Its up there and it's stuck there
Know that
Pull off bruh

Written by:
Tim Benifield

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