He was given the name Papoose by his grandmother because of his childhood resemblance to an American Indian child. Inspired by rap legends Rakim, Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane, he has been well respected on the underground hip-hop circuit for a long period of time now.
In early 2006, his StreetSweepers crew linked up with Busta Rhymes' Flipmode Inkprint to co-executive produce Papoose's first official album. On August 24, 2006, his official website officially announced that he signed with Jive Records, a deal which, according to his management's official website was worth $1.5 million.
Papoose has recently become known for engaging in charity work, visiting sick children and donated to causes including the Make-A-Wish Foundation and to various Hurricane Katrina charities.
On September 19, 2007 DJ Kay Slay announced that Papoose and himself have parted ways from Jive records. "We have officially gotten our release from Jive fuckin records. It was like a fuckin year of hell... Unfortunately, we almost became victims of A&R hell." On the radio show slay was asked what was next for Papoose, and he said "You know we can't talk about that man." The future of the Papoose's debut album, The Nacirema Dream, is unknown at this time; however, Papoose and Kay Slay are rumored to own the records that were created under Jive.
Papoose is no longer affiliated with Flipmode Squad.
Ridin Shotgun
Papoose Lyrics
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I go by the name of Paul Wall The People's Champ
And I'm pullin' down with my partna Papoose baby
They talkin' bout
(Paul Wall)
Kick the door down, weighed glock, bag the money, gimme all that you got,
Than its back to the hood, fo a all night flight, tryin to slang a lick at the gamblers spot,
Stack o' cash, one dolla at a time, just earnin' stripes, and payin my do's,
5-9, 5-8, South Lee, South Bake, Lil E, Big Mix, my partna Bowdy, pour up the drank,
Getcha eagle on flip a bird, 16 deep can buy you a brick,
Plus that clock go stone for stone, gram for gram, lick for lick,
Ova night celebrity in the streets, bust a move feet to feet,
Cut the corner, slide off in the wind, and its back to the block for a meet n greet,
Where's the drank? Where's the dro? Where's the whip? Where's the blow?
Pop seal, pour a fo', fire up the piff, light n blow,
I'm comin straight from dat Houston, Texas, I got the tech, who's next wit plex?
I do yo ass, like a garbage fest, I'll peal yo shell n snap yo neck,
It's Paul Wall no need to explain, emerged from the game in a slab on swang,
Sip the drank, take it straight to the brain, I'm fuckin' round with that Drama King,
(Chorus) (Paul Wall & Papoose)
I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby
I'm on Atlantic Ave. hip hop, police hate me,
I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times,
The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down
(Papoose)
You see folks, hit you wit the poetry notes, Flow league, low key, O-G's dope,
The coke freak, dope feen, off a ski slope, talk to police, nope,
Yo homies, no pito, the homey keep toast, turn ur ghostwriter to a holy ghost,
Quick to pull a shank on the old ski coach, you can hokie poke,
I drink so much, I cry liquor, wipe my tears wit c notes, I smoke so much weed, I fart weed smoke,
I wonder a the moment she spoke, you know I like a woman with a mint coat n a deep throat,
And ma I think your crazy if you don't deep throat, you serve no purpose like a slow speed boat,
Im sworn to the hood, took the OG oath, the homies toast to the song P wrote (uh)
On this shit I don't need votes, you 'bout to getcha hood, pass me voc,
You can't afford this ice, he broke,4-5, bitch 4-5-6 c-low,
I smoke brown like my name nino, I'm Papoose, underground king no,
Kiss the bling-bling ho, my ching-ching do'or let tha ding-ding go, like a sing-sing row, (uh)
Why ya'll talk wheezy, 'fore I, grip I, pull out the toasta, come back an kill em like Piper Sosa,
Eat em like Pondarosa, touch em like Tony Toka, push range rova's wit shoulda, holdsta, this verse is ova.
(Chorus)
I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby
I'm on Atlantic Ave. hip hop, police hate me,
I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times,
The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down
(Paul Wall)
What it do, it's Paul Wall the people's champ, n dat boi Papoose,
My pockets fat like bruise, bruise, cause I'm goin' hangin round do'ors spot like a noose,
I'm goin' hard, on tha block, posted up like Jermaine O'Neal,
If you scared take yo ass back home, turn on tha tube n watch Dr. Phil,
Watch n learn, clock ???, no sleep just crash n burn,
Paint tha slab, weigh tha trunk, bolted up, than bounce n turn,
On Bay Bridge, wit tha undaground king, shakin bike logs, stayin afloat,
It's tha Street Sweepers an tha Swishahouse, Paul Wall, Papoose dat's all she wrote.
(Papoose)
Paul Wall n Papoose, we ride her, shortay in tha back, wit a back lookin proper,
Face like a model, n a match wit da prada, little time n she mine, I'm time her,
Popped in tha night, so I popped up beside her, popped 2 bottles, than I popped my colla,
I didn't have a pen, she gave me eye liner, wrote her phone numba on a back of a dolla,
She crumbled it up, n put it in her vagina, shortay was a turnt out freak like Madonna,
Then I seen her friend lookin betta right behind her, took my dolla back matta fact, I'm a holla!
You nigga's is imposters, we eatin like we mobsters, Street Sweepers n Swishahouse, you fuckin wit some monsta's.
(Chorus X2)
I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby
I'm on Atlantic Ave. hip hop, police hate me,
I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times,
The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down
The song "Ridin Shotgun" by Papoose featuring Paul Wall is a classic street anthem that describes the lifestyle of fast money and danger. The lyrics detail the street hustle and the risks that come along with it, from robbing a place to gambling at a spot. It showcases the intense mindset of the street hustler, who is focused on earning as much cash as possible and earning their stripes as they grind every day, with no time to rest. The passage "The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down" further emphasizes the urgency of the street life, where time is always running out, and the next opportunity might be their last.
Paul Wall's intro and verse provide the song's energy, with his unique Houston style, while Papoose's verse is more complex with complex rhyme patterns that highlight his lyrical skill. The chorus by both artists is catchy, creating a perfect singalong hook that is sure to get crowds bumping to the rhythm. Overall, "Ridin Shotgun" is a throwback street anthem that captures the essence of the street hustle and life on the corner.
Contributed by Oliver M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Adem Radoncic
This song was on repeat in 06
Nasa White
On God
Cuevas Walker
Yes it was
henderson tim
Yes it was lol
DeeRedd Da Blue Colla Schola
REAL TALK
Ricardo Bowen
Adem Radoncic big facts
ASAP! Movement.
Best Papoose Collab ever on a low ❤️
Sean G
For sure. Had the 10s in the back of the civic slappin back in the day😁
DeeRedd Da Blue Colla Schola
FACTS
P Izzo
Still banging it out in 2020