karaoke
(Lil Wayne)
You know it's Wheezy you know
Nigga you know it's Wheezy you know
You know it's Wheezy you know
Who Squideye
(Verse 1: Lil Wayne)
I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy
I been thuggin on da block
Fist clutchin' on da glock
Who Bout it
Motherfucker let me know shit
Y'all wit that hoe shit
I keep the fo grip
Hollowed tips fill the whole clip
Trippin' ya feel da whole clip
Get It
I'm on some mo shit
Quad Mafia blow Shit
Never slept for dough or no bitch
I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique
And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip
I'm so sick wit it
Dick nigga what is your purpose
I'm off the surface
Platinum merchandise shining perfect
For certain firearms
This verse seem like it's dirty squiddy
Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me
? pops don't yourself the next statistic
You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing
Which nigga want it
Holla at me I'll be at the top
With cha wife slobbing on my cock
And your kids calling me pop I can't be stopped
(Hook: Lil Wayne) 2x
Okay
They run in yo place four straight to yo face
These Niggaz don't play
Believe me shit ain all right
They cut off all lights
And they ridin' all night
Till some shit that you don't like let's go
(Verse 2: Turk)
Nigga look here you can play wit me or my dogs If ya won't
And watch how quick yo bitches wind up gettin' left faunked
I dress in black rat a tat tat leave ya flat nigga
At any given time you gonna see that nigga
Lil Turk and Wheezy straight thugged out
We got choppers wit 50's that'll clear it out
You could test the nuts If ya won't round
You know you done fucked up so it's goin' down
Get fulla dat one on one and we don't give a fuck
It's you or me, me or you nigga so what's up
Now tell me, Is you really bout dat beef shit
Bringin dat heat shit, killin yo peeps shit
Cuz If you not then it's best you stay your distance nigga
Cuz when we pull da trigger look we ain' missing nigga
I'm a hit cha in yo melon split it to da fat
Leave yo moms on da front level draped in black
Hook 2x
(Verse 3 Lil Wayne & Turk)
(Lil Wayne)
Fuck wit a turn or bed for bags, bitches, or bread
And we mash quickly in a drout and blast snitches they scared
Take snap pictures for fedz we blast riches and ice
Snatch at night get em back depending the price
Livin the last minutes of life and we do it huge
My whole crew 'll does whos background to screw
And we feud wit anyone to two shatter ya cabin
Come around ya block niggaz disappear like abra cadabra
(Turk)
Lil turk don't play nigga look betta recognize
When my finger get ta fuckin all you niggaz gon die
Hit cha set in camoflague 50 shots what I fire
Lay down and get cha mind right I bet cha won't survive
I put that on everthing against anything ya bet
If a nigga get it twisted get holes in his chest
? vest ain no way you protect it
Last nigga got bust up cuz he disrespected
Hook til end
I strike a load
you get served like we toke with
fake busta get smoked with
aproach it
I explode it
unload it
reload it
unload again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can't lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you
i be 'bout strings hittin' the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week night flighters
i'm a get ya', when ya' least expect it
cock the glock jacket
a vest can't protect it
boy, is ya' ready
i'll leave yo' set wetted
slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy
you can't move, ya' got buff
now your stuck
left Wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up
out cold
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain't gon' test me no more
yo' block tore
yo' family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper trigger pullin'
that's how we be
loadin' clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol Y
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo' block 'bout to die out
move ya' people
i'm burnin' down the whole streets
the night creepers
'bout to heat our enemies
lights off masks on, creep silense
lights gone
we done left yo' block wired
retaliate
wait
no your not boy
'cuz i'm a Hot Boy
nine milli cock boy
chopper gunnin'
hoes scared of slugs, runnin'
start movin', me and Juve (Juvenile) e be comin'
we left yo' brain sick
up with a chopper (A.K. 47) splittin' the bricks
a young black crucifix
up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks
smooth and beretically, my pockets
rocket
to six figures
and polverizin' niggas
pullin'
A.K.'s and two triggers
my potn's stand on the side of me
they only come out at night
them deamons got me on a flight
duck tapin' and takin' life
or even worse
it could be three O'clock, on a Sunday by church
yo' brains might have to burst
you shouldn't have fucked with me first
since them bullets was cappin'
adam's apples i'm scoutin'
got richer penintentiary ward
for the national guard to come get 'em
very seldom do you see me, when you do
what do you do
bust back, better be a head shot
if not it's you
i'm comin' around the corner
'bout to pulla meatball on ya'
purses like a coat
and them houses in calico
me and Lil Turk heard of a merger
on a murder
fifty G's (grand) on his head
what ht fuck did you said
fifty G's (grands) for sure
that nigga live next door
call the man
let the sucker plan
look, i fuck with this rap shit, but i ask 'em don't say no more
a Hot Boy representin' this bitch like black and Moe
I start to poppin'
niggas start to droppin'
i'm havin' fatal thoughts,i think i'm fuckin' shell shockin'
niggas bangin'
four-five ringin'
in my ear, i'm not scared
'cuz i'm a solja and solja's have no fuckin' fear
in my sleep at night
i'm seeing war fights
wakin' up thinkin' that a nigga took my fuckin' life
unnecessary shit
mind clickin' like a light switch
to pick you up on any nigga or any bitch
don't give a fuck
steady bangin' and dodgin'
camoulflagin'
with the mack alive and
don't have time for these dog hoes
goin' through a stage with that chop (Chopper) and that four-four
What's this shit i hear 'bout you boys potna's in crime
if that's true i'll punish you bitches for the last time
now you gon' shine?
let me put somethin' on ya' mind
lil' cowards takin' hits
and protecting shit
it's a for sure thang
i'm a brang
or i'm a wet ya
best to be 'bout yo' business, if not, God bless ya
look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn't strong
that's when we do ya wrong
they both come and they gone
off-toppers
i'm a get with you and ya' potna's (patners)
T.C., L.D., and Williard street with choppers
drama hittin' a niggas cash
we play it right though
i'm comin' to get a niggas ass
like i'm them white folks
look, better be 'bout it
if not better be rowdy
it's all in yo' mind, ha?
you gon' shine, ha?
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me cuz I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em
I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz I tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still I haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That's my G-code
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
(Lil' Wayne)
What what
Check Check
Head buster, set ripper
Neighborhood superstar
Going to split up
While we dispose of
Nigga broad hittercause they know how we play
Them niggaz hide form us or catch 3 from a K (AK)
I'm just a scrub I can't scuff
I'm too light to fight
I'm too thin to win so I ride at night
Your face respect nigga
You're playing with the wrong one
I'll break your neck nigga
You're playing with the wrong gun
I use K's to wet niggaz I'm spraying the whole room
Better watch your back nigga
little one that's a wrap
Watch niggaz step up when I bust a cap
Niggaz drop like (whistle) splat
keep joking here and gone show you what I'm bout
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
Chorus:
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
Respect my mind and have them boys in your house
Respect my mind look we ride on chrome
Respect my mind cause we get our shine on
Respect my mind cause we that Hot Boy clique
Respect my mind nigga you can't phase this
Respect my mind look we'll fuck your bitch
Respect my mind look we bout that gangsta shit
(Juvenile)
Watch me grow up
When I was small he had plan
My daddy was balling and he was the right hand man
My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure
Livin good on a ranch in the middle of the woods
I understood at a young age my daddy would spray
Seen him slit a niggaz throat and shoot one up in the face
He'd be murder case after case he was untouchable
But he had a right hand man that wasn't trustable
Who undercover slow made deals under the table
Working for the feds round my people wearing a cable
My daddy got busted so we got left at the door
All of our shit got repossessed
And our family was flat broke
Moved back inside the projects in summer 84
(?) from Yomey and Black Zo
And I got to the point where I wouldn't smile no more
Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough
I know that he sheisty but the nigga just don't know
Swear to god I ain't bout it but the nigga just don't know
I got 2 under my belt and gone make it one more
cock the 4-4 and knock his brain out on the floor
respect my mind
Chorus
(B.G.)
Me, Wayne, Turk and Juvenile getting blunted
In a pair if white suburb 1500
No stunting counting 100 thou nigga in front of the brick
He should have knew Hot Boys wasn't bringing back shit
That's how the game going that's how the game get played
Head buster for sure sweat no hoes haters get sprayed
All week long look I'm a nigga on the grind
All year long I make you niggaz respect my mind
Every single day it's a must I tote the fucking iron
Disconnect your spine leave your balky paralyzed
I use blocks to bust heads
I use glocks to play hotels to feds
Niggaz know I ain't the one to be roughed on
move when I'm coming through or you'll get stepped on
I don't give a mother fuck if you got your vest on
I'm shooting through that I thought you knew that
that's how Bee Geezy do that
I ride dirty and when I ride you die
all the time you bitch niggaz gone respect my mind
Chorus
(Turk)
Nigga respect my mind can't then stay your distance
Kill realahs like that niggaz coming up missing
I soak your spot when you rapping on me
You get hit with shots when you hating on me
Must of had 'em whoa there
Do you think you ready for us
Disrespect my mind fucking over you is a must
Come through your cut
Nigga don't spook now
Cause when you was talking bout us it was all good huh
Nigga fuck all that I ain't gone talk I'm a save it
Original HB nigga I ride Mercedes
I got stacks of money and fucking plenty hoes
Nigga respect my mind or I'll knock off your nose
Chorus
[Lil' Wayne]
What
Check, check
Head buster, set ripper
Neighborhood superstar
Corner splitter
While we dispose of
Nigga broad hitter
Hot Boys soldier
Expedition flipper, hell
Niggas be terrified from us 'cause they know how we play
Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a K
I'm just a scrub, I can't scuff; I'm too light to fight
I'm lil' too thin to win so I ride at night
You're fake, respect, nigga
You're playin' with the wrong one
I'll break your neck, nigga
You're playin' with the wrong gun
I use K's to wet niggas
I'm sprayin' the whole room
Better watch your back, nigga
Lil' one, that's a wrap
March nigga step up when I.. I bust a cap
Niggas drop like (whistle) splat
Keep jokin' here, and I'm gon' show you what I'm 'bout
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
(Chorus)
[Lil' Wayne]
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
Respect my mind or have them boys in your house
[B.G.]
Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome
Respect my mind 'cause we get our shine on
[Lil' Wayne]
Respect my mind 'cause we that Hot Boy clique
Respect my mind, nigga, you can't phase this
[B.G.]
Respect my mind, look, we'll fuck your bitch
Respect my mind, look, we 'bout that gangsta shit
[Juvenile]
Nigga, watch me grow up
When I was small he had plan
My daddy was ballin', and he was the right-hand man
My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure
Livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods
I understood at a young age my poppa would spray
Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face
He'd be murder case after case: he was untouchable
But he had a right-hand man that wasn't trustable
Who undercover slow he made deals under the table
Workin' for the Feds 'round my people wearin' a cable
My daddy got busted, so he got left with the dope
All our shit got repossessed, and our family was flat broke
Moved back inside the projects in summer of '84
Developed my hustlin' skills from Yomey and Black Zo
When I got to the point that I wasn't small no more
Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough
I know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don't know
Swear to God I ain't 'bout it; but this nigga just don't know
I got a few under my belt and I'ma make it one more
Cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor
Respect my mind
(Chorus)
[B.G.]
Me, Wayne, Turk, and Juvenile gettin' blunted
In Fresh pearl-white Suburb 1500
No stun'n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick
He should have knew Hot Boys wasn't bringin' back shit
That's how the game go, and that's how the game get played
Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed
All week long, look, I'm a nigga on the grind
All year round I make you niggas respect my mind
Every single day it's a must I tote that fuckin' iron
Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed
I blues blocks to bust heads
I use glocks and play hotels to the Feds
Niggas know I ain't the one to be repped on
Move when I'm comin' through, or you get stepped on
I don't give a motherfuck if you got your vest on
I'm shootin' through that, thought you knew that
That's how B.Geezy do that
I ride dirty, and when I ride you die
All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind
(Chorus)
[Turk]
Nigga, respect my mind
Can't, then stay your distance
Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin'
I soak your spot when you're repping on me
Get hit with shots when you're hatin' on me
What's happenin', wodie
Do you think you ready for us
Disrespect our mind, fuckin' over you is a must
Come through your cut
Nigga, it's over, don't spook now
'Cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good, ha
Nigga. fuck all that; I ain't gon' talk, I'ma save it
Original H.B., nigga, I ride Mercedes
A young rich nigga, my whole team playin' with figures
Wear soldiers and 'Bauds, and gettin' richer and richer
I got stacks of money, and fuckin' plenty hoes
Nigga, respect my mind or I'll knock off your nose
(Chorus 2x)
[Lil' Wayne]
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot, they be killin' my block
They be havin' them whole people scared up
They be havin' them lil' children scared duckin'
But they don't give a fuck
They wanna see whats up
Niggas done play wit' his people Now they gone bust'em up
Some of them snortin' dope, some of them bag that kill
Some of them jus bout that foolishness some of them play it evil
I remember the club, they got banged up
Nigga was in the middle of it wit' his brains bust
And his partner saw, all of them niggas face
And now they wanna turn the tomorrow into a murder case
Nigga get out of jail, he still be up in beef
Gotta get some money, gotta get him a piece
Gotta get him a low so he can beef up
Catch a nigga down bad and woedy gettin' stuck
(Chorus)
(B.G.)
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I sat dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Cash Money niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boy niggas, yeah dem boys at war
(Lil' Wayne)
Huh!! Nigga...what!!...what!!
Walk it like you talk it nigga
Wayne's sparkin' nigga bulldogs be barkin' nigga
This is the army nigga whoa woedy keep it cool
Fo I get full of the C and D and take out me and you
See personnally...I can't see..when dem niggas out to murderin' me
So I spin blocks in bently's
Keep'em from murderin' me
Me and the butcher knife killa
Two wild loose guerillas....untamed guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up 'cause its on
What!!....Nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo'
Boy in this war, you want eve much have a chest no mo'
Y'all boys ain't ready to get lost in cross fire
Never dem toss (?) Wheezy neva die!
(chorus)
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from the 17th, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas out the 3rd ward, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem 13th niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boys niggas will take yo boys to work
(B.G.)
Now it was drama going on in my neck of the woods
Beef kickin' through out the hood niggas up to no good
Look here..They stappin' up, click clackin' up...loading dem thangs
Niaggas are taggin', they backin' up, they let'em hang
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
'cause the nigga on the passenger side automatically die
Capable to slide, wit' a U-P-T
You out of bound, you ain't from uptown, cross Martin Luther King
Its pistol play on up and up
Niggas being big mouthed so they gettin tossed up
You better be about yo business 'cause its going down
Niggas gettin' out, two weeks later they body found
I can't be fuckin' with them niggas drawin' beef to me
Have me in shoot outs that don't concern the B.G.
I play it like the next nigga fuck he play it raw
But I gotta watch my fuckin' ass 'cause dem boys at war
Dem boys at war
(Chorus)
Man..dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
yeah dem boys at war...oh dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boy niggas will take yo boys to war
(Turk)
Camoflaugin' undisguise on the hit
Hummer's we drivin' and in it yo boy told us we ain't playin' wit
Nothin' but head busta...thats who I roll wit'
Hangin' from coppers wit' choppers givin' a fuck..we hit
Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia
Niggas be shell shocked Knockin' heads of a shoulders
Spittin(?) mac 10, grenedes blowin shit up
Troopers be on roofs wit' scopes shootin shit up
Head shots what they givin' no surrenderin' you never die
Spin in da bed, in the rover wit' the six tires
Cuttin' throats leave'em hangin' like ropes
Dead bodies is what you find, niggas be dying slow
Killa's gone ride wit' lows
My nigga L be teamed up
S-K's fifty shots and choppers
Nigga its nothing descent in this battle donkey
Untamed guerillas and bout leaving you funky
(chorus)
(B.G.)
Dem boys at war...dem boys at war
Dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem cash money niggas, oh dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem Hot Boy niggas, oh dem boys at war
yeah dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem 3rd ward niggas, man dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem real ass niggas, well dem boys at war
Wear yo chopper take a nigga to war
Wear yo nine and take a nigga to war
Prepare yo fire take a nigga to war
You ain't gone believe what u saw
Nigga been playin' the game raw
When you at war playin' the game raw
Dem boys at war
Playin' the game raw
Dem boys at war
1--They playin' the game raw
2--Dem boys at war (Repeat 1 & 2 nine times)
Look..they playin the game raw
Dem boys at war
Dem boys at war
Dem Hot Boy niggas will take yo boys to war
Dem Cash Money niggas will take yo boys to war
My nigga Juvenile will take yo boys to war
My nigga Lil' weezy will take yo boys to war
My nigga Big Baby will take yo boys to war
My nigga Manny Fresh will take yo boys to war
Lil' Wayne:
Clear da set nigga
(what) (what) (what) (what)
(verse 1)
See I be ridin' on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was on the block with shot gunz
But when I finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz
Dressed in black...Long hair...Long gaks...Lights off no stun'n
Pack to the back, no mask, I'm thuggin'
(What!)What u wan' do, if yo ribs don't bust it
Then 20 mo' nigga's follow in hummer's, so ain't nothin'
(Look!)17 ward is where I grew up at
So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at
I blew up that CMB so respect my peeps
Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets
Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death
A little more than you expect nigga...I clear da set
Chorus:
You know they say Lil' Wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads
Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead
dem...dem...really shouldn't try Lil' Wayne 'cause he will play with K's
And will bust a nigga wide open and put his brain on his plate
Now watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames
They...They all got burnt, couldn't can't stand the heat
I bet none of them (?) jackers ain't gone test Lil' Wayne
'cause I...I clear the set messin' wit' me
(verse 2)
I find a nigga where he stay
Cock my iron release and spray
We gone ride or we gone play
Its on my mind nigga anyday
Make you die where you lay
Try me and see what shakes
Why nigga I ain't fake
Bahdi bye bye now apply away
With them blood claw...lawd(lord)
The M-O-B will break them nuts off...lawd
The must really think this is checkers boy...But why
But to be this hot when u play wit' a peppa boy...Now cry
Look...Look...I don't mean no harm
But u might think I'm wrong
But if u play with me and my click, you'll blow up like a bomb
I...I upset yo home
Throw slugz at yo dome
Just gimme the word and I shine the chrome bring my help and its on
Yall lil boys shouldn't come against the uptown assasin
Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
Soulja bandana wit' bannana clips to fit in my sweeper
Once I hit the set look everybody burns like a heater
(Chorus)
Now hold up as I bust back, watch playboy
Keep a dub sack, hey boy
Come to irritate yo day, boy
Watch yo chest seperate, boy
When I cocks me gloc me done tossed dem buck shots
And done kill them blood Clots....What the deal
Yall niggas wants some more of wit this
Killas like us will take it to you front door with this
See hittin' corners ain't no real biggie
I'm use to be set in that (?) wit my still flippin'
I'm pistol grippin'...ridin wit my grill glisten
Niggas done caught up in beef ..till they still missin'
Now catch me in the black truck with chrome wheels twistin'
A lil tipsy he gone lie, talkin' bout he gone kill yo Ms.'s
Now peep it out
We gone clear da set but watch'em (sweep!!!) sweep it out
I'm cheap and cheaper and cops bustin' in yo people house
If the nigga wan' play I turn batter to flour
So nigga clear da set and bout 5 after the hour
(Chorus) 1x
I make'em watch a nigga neighbor (phhhh!!!!) go up in flames
They..They all got burnt they can't stand the heat
I bet none of them (?) jackers ain't gone test Lil' Wayane
'cause I...I clear the set messin' wit' me
With the blood claw.....lawd(lord) (repeat 3x)
Niggas be hatin
'Cause BG got it
Every top of the line car they got
Look I ride it
>From the Hummer to the Rover
To the drop jag
B and C lex truck
Nothin' my click ain't had
Everybody head was fucked
When they heard bout the deal
Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill
Already was straight now we livin larger
Already was ballin now we ballin harder
??? bitches can't take me
Cause my wrist stay flossed out
Niggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed out
Ghetto made me
My dog, Baby, saved me
Niggas find out they hoe got fucked, ??
That's how it go
It ain't my fault I got mega cheese
Walk that walk
Talk that talk i'm BG
Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on
Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On
Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin
Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin'
I'ma flosser baby, baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
And I'm racin through
In the all black chrome
A Mercedes Coupe
Got yo' wife at my house
And she naked too
And all my niggas all around
Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do'
It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dog
And I'm surrounded by the ice
It got me freezin' dog
And it's plain and simple
Won't change 'cause it's natural
Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all
Got the game from Beatris
I'm tryin to see six numbers
Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers
Leave the Grammy awards with six womens
And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers
Put it together
This is the life when you get full of the cheddar
Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what
La, la, la, la
Here I come star rapper
I get the fast money
Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money
Standin out the roof of my car
And flash hundreds
Take your girl to the mall
Spend a G like that's nothin
She lay on the floor
Open up the spot
Take off her draws
Let me see the cunt
Don't stop Lil' Weezy
We's ain't nothin nice
But gats in my Jesus Christ
Nothin but ice
When they see me at night
Behind ?? I stay high
Snatch yo' wife
Run up in her with the K-Y
But it's on man
Ever since I was born Wayne
Nigga get out of line
I get dirty like John Wayne
I'm bout stuntin', flossin'
Whatever come wit it
And I don't shoot guns
Unless they have a drum wit it
At first they wasn't wit it
Thought that I was jokin
(Lil' Wayne)
Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...)
This how we gon' do this...
Hook up the turntables,
Wolfe, get on the keyboard...
And we gon' run it, ya heard...
Cash Money..
Cash Money..
Cash Money..
Cash Money..
Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins,
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends.
Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it,
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama.
Marijuana Scholar... Knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff. It was givin' to me at birth to stunt.
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts.
(Ay, Ay, Ay..)
Hold on, mami! Them whips on dubs.
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs.
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens,
Car show in New York, Ya'll know who wins!
It's the birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada,
Slant-back, cut truck. No rims? Can't holla.
It's that Louie/Fendi on Ostrich streets,
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?
Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (Oh! Oh! Oh!)
I ain't gon' change it.. (I told ya'll...)
Don't - you - know,
It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...)
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it, (I told ya'll...)
Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',
Nooo, nooo... (Bring back that beat...)
Pop one, pop two.. Them new Nike shoes,
Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's.
Flip white to green, 500 Degreez,
In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's.
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame,
All these naked women that pop champagne.
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James,
If you know my name, then you know my game.
It's lil' whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow,
Gotta get dough, cause ya'll won't feel me, bro.
But ya'll don't here me tho...
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill-ie show.
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's,
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV,
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt.
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf. Whoo!
Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (I told ya'll...)
I ain't gon' change it..
Don't - you - know,
It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...)
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it,
Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',
Nooo, nooo...
Ay...
And my pinky glow... Cause my ring is so...
Blingy-blingy, yo... Stop blinkin' though...
We smoke - stinky, stinky dro,
And we don't cop them ency-wency O's,
And we don't stop. Nah! We blow, fuck the peo-ple!
Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo.
The birdman my paw, so that make me go...
"Fllyy like an eagle!" Fo' sheezo!
They think cause I stay at English Turn,
That Stunna don't have a O - Z to burn, (Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog,
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog.
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn.
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm.
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm. (What?)
Tat's in MY face, my back, and my arm.
Baby, I'ma a stunna..
I ain't gon' change it..
Don't - you - know,
It's a way of liffeee...
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it,
Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',
Nooo, nooo...
Yep!... There it is!.. ya' lil' low-life...
See, I'm a pro - fessional. You a rookie.
Fuckin' game so serious...
I could sell a hooker some pussy...
Now, that's some serious shit...
Oh, yea! Bel'ieve that!
Who we rollin' wit?
We rollin' wit Cash Money!
Oh, I forgot about "peace"!
PEEACE! I mean... "Piece" of pussy,
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property...
(Lil' Wayne)
Top of the line nigga
Check
Verse 1:
Excuse me, let me introduce me
La, la uptown top of the line HB
See i'm a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crushed
Ain't too many can touch
Baby i'm too much
I'm fifteen with fifteen karats
and fifteen figures with fifteen niggers
and fifteen hummers with triggers
I'm way at the top
Up the million dollar spot
Want to flex what I got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show I get
You can give a quarter key
Tryin to ?? sale but they cost six-five to see me
While we be goin shows Baby transporting keys
Findin' out always to beat the N.O.P.D
But uh-uh
Can't stop me from shinin', no uh-uh
Can't stop my rolie from windin, yeah I
(Sniff) I-I blow niggas minds
Me and Prime up in the five
Dog it's top of the line
(Chorus)(Lil' Wayne Baby)2x
Say Whotay
La la need have diamonds like me
Whotay
Need to see the leather in the Humvee
Whotay
Us niggas six figures
Whotay
Top of the line niggas
Verse 2:
Nigga I just ordered me something new
Some six generation technology that's only made for movies
Comin' from Tennessee and I'm in Lousiville on 23rd street
Hangin with this hot boy chillin
Tryna find a way to drop a hundred keys on these niggas
And I peep in this shit that be shinin like me , nigga
Ridin on twentys and be playin these hoes
These niggas in Lousiville gotta a mouth full of gold
But see playboy I be bout that shinin
These niggas bout that reppin'
While I be bout BIG Tymin
Nigga, i'm so tru ?? whatever I do
I just bought new cars for the whole crew
I'm so top of the line nigga
I don't what to do
I bought Fresh a Lamborghini and me a loaders, fool
Verse 3:
I got the jucuzzi nigga in the back of the truck
Runnin' water for your daughter when she want to get buck
Cable satelleite dish, sony remote
?? sold me a truck
?? sold me the boat
I got some shit on my finger that'll blind the crowd
I got some shit in my truck that's way too loud
I'm the most looked back in the year '98
Y'all got to love me baby
Don't I look great
Dog, gave me the gift so I could share it y'all
Like Michael Jordan y'all goin' see me ball
Verse 4:
One million, two million, three
Oh! it's my part
That lil' nigga whole heart
Lexus automatic start
I shine like eighteen
And sparkle like a bezzel
Ridin' up yo' block
In the fully loaded ledger
And the navigator on ??
But that's for tommorrow though
Shaggin' up for hundred
With ?? and Mario
That slut that's me
In the GS 3
So play the backseat
Suck on me watch yo' teeth
And um wipe yo feet
'Fore you step under my bell
Ding dong ?? bell worth a mill so what the hell
What like my smile
Three million dollar grin
What this me playin introduce me to your friend
It's all gravy baby hot boy you should know it
In a mercedes baby mm hmm that's beatiful
Look i'm large bro
Be flyin up and down the lake on CBR's bro
In my garage ?? my place I got 4 cars bro
I swear me and my brothers we superstars bro
La la it's marvelous
You see I bloop bust like a bottle i'm all wet
Go cash bout four checks
Yo' wife ?? till' get more wet
I sticks to the cool
Reeboks and Girbauds
It's all about a mill
These hoes, diamonds and golds
(Chorus)
(Lil' Wayne talking)
Yeah
Playboy it's like this
Hey, get the shovel man
Let's go bubble all this ice
It's wonderful Baby
(Manny Talking)
Truly marvelous
Y'all tryin to rub me like jeans
But y'all need to wear y'all own, man
Come on man you can't fit me, man
(Lil Wayne)
I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
(Jae Millz)
Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse
Its young money
But you can call us multiple choice
See you can choose me
Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
Im jae millz for my money I make moves
Like a R8 on the open street
I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes
I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe
So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie
He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly
Plus im fly
And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane
Ill get you to your destination
Holla at ya mizzan its young money
Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny
(Lil Wayne)
"well not actually cause I make it rain"
Whatever you like
Yea you can pick the weather you like
jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Umm..
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go
And we can go wherever you like
They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no
They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know
And I can fuck whoever I like
(Gudda Gudda)
Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out
The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out
2 bitches on my arm get my don won on
Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on
Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah
I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her
Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her
I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her
Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her
So give me myspace light dot com
Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs
Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me
Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat
Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit
Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit
(Lil Wayne)
Like you cant touch this
Like you cant touch us with a pipe
But we can touch whoever we like
You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap
Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife
So sorry not tonight
Ohh, but you can do
Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like
Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight
and you could do whoever you like
LIL WAYNE:
young money
yeah
i tell her now go on pop that pussy for a real nigga
i already know that life is deep but i still dig her
niggas is jealous but really i could care less
i'm in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
devil on my shoulder, the lord is my witness
so on my libra scale i'm weighing sins and forgiveness
what goes around comes around like a hoola hoop
karma is a bitch well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
life on the edge i'm dangling my feet
i tried to pay attention but attention paid me
haters can't see me, nose bleed seats
and today i went shopping and talk is still cheap
i rock to the beat of my drum set i been at the top for awhile and i aint
jump yet
but i'm ray charles to the bullshit now jump up on that dick and do a full
split
DRAKE:
she just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me baby
it's real
and i say i ain't doubt you for a second i squeeze it and i can tell how it
feel
i wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
cause she bad
so maybe she won't, uhh but shit then again maybe she will
yeah, do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
yeah, do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now she will,
she will, she will
maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now she will, she
will, she will
uhh do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now she will
LIL WAYNE:
yeah
i tell her, now go on pop that pussy for me
haters can't see me but them bitches still lookin for me
and you can take that to the bank and deposit that
put your two cents in and get a dollar back
some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
i'm all about "i" give the rest of the vowels back
i like my girl thick not just kinda fine
eat her till she cry, call that whine and dine
try to check me and i'ma have em checkin posters
they say choose wisely, that's why i was chosen
rockin like asphalt, it's the cash vault
looked in the face of death and took his mask off
now i like my house big and my grass soft
i like my girl face south and her ass north
but i'm ray charles to the bullshit now hop up on that dick and do a full
split
DRAKE:
she just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me baby
it's real
and i say i ain't doubt you for a second i squeeze it and i can tell how it
feel
i wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
cause she bad
so maybe she won't, uhh but shit then again maybe she will
yeah, do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will
yeah, do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now she will,
she will, she will
maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now she will, she
will, she will
uhh do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now she will
Lil Wayne:
Now shawty got a man, Oh but I got a plan yea...
Look homie I aint trying to force your hand
But imma take your girl yea yeah
imma take your girl yea
Drake:
And I can tell you, she wants me,
she wants me, she wants me, she wants me
and yes I want her too aww awwww awww
Imma take your girl
Drake:
I swear to you every time I sees her, I sees ya
Keep running through my mind, Jog my memorys amnesia
touch ya, tease ya, nervous, dont freeze up
she let me take control, I run the woman like a visa
she always run back to me saying hes a...dog off the leash
he got this other girl Alicia, she tell me shes in hell
I tell her take a breather, Im nothing like your man
But I cant love you neither, it's wifey over bitches
but money's over her, cuz money's under nothing
my life is such a blur, its not the way it has to go
its just what I perfer, and any young money nigga I know would concur
Weezy talk to em
Lil Wayne:
and she wants me,and she wants me, yeah...
and i want her too, yeah I want her too
im talkin bout shawty got something about her,
shawty got this thing about her,
shawty got that thing make you wannna wrap a ring around her
wanna rap and sing about her
so thats what I does, shit thats what it was,
rub my back in the tub it was me ???
Yeah we all buddies,
and shawty gots a husband, and everyone knows bout him
But, Fuck him
cuz I can tell that she wants me, she wants me, she wants me
and imma take your girl, imma take your girl yea
and imma take your girl, imma take her yea
imma take your girl, imma take your girl
Drake:
shawty got a man, but I got a plan
listen homie, i aint trying to force your hand (nooo)
but imma take your girl, girl yeah girl
and her girls and they girls
comin with me yea, talkin one on three yea
they aint playin no D yeah
thats cuz they playin for me yeah (oh oh)
kid kid
Kid-Kid:
Just as long as we know whats good on both ends
im loving ya like im ya man though we just friends
if ya shy come see me for ya comfortin'
I got a comfortable sweet at the comfort inn
I tell her
I dont own a boat baby but I can float
and I dont own a plane but theres a mary jane and we can float
your man aint worrying about whats going on over hea
you could get pentalized the way you blowin below the rear
now this game like a analog I dont sweat cuz it show how fake you are
she stressin, ya she testin ya, she just tryin to see what kinda level ya on
you dont make it bounce like a basketball, you aint even get no ass at all
now you sittin at the club trying to laugh it off, she done found her mid glam boy
you messin up, you messed up, wasn't easy to clean your Mess up
she found me and i blessed her, I applied to her Pressure
she call me a professor, I went gave her her lecture,
I bet she says im better, than her man was ever ha!!
Drake:
Shawty got a man, but I got a plan
listen homie, im not tryin force your hand
imma take your girl, girl, imma take your girl
and her girls and they girls,
commin with me
Lil Wayne:
and I can tell that she wants me, she wants me,
and I want her too, and I want her too, I want her too
yea, and I want her too ahh...
talkin bout
shawty got a man, oh but I got a plan
listen home boy im trying to force your hand
imma take your girl yea, imma take your girl yea
and I aint trying to force your hand
But imma take your girl
Lil Wayne:
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be mugginÂ’ me u know im mugginÂ’ back niggaz be mugginÂ’ me u know im mugginÂ’ back
(yezziirr)
Check me out look
26 inches bitch 'im sittinÂ’ croocked. Old school chevyÂ’ faster den a silver bullet. Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddinÂ’ 2 bitches callin eachother pussy. Top chopped sent da car to a barbershop. My driveway looks somethinÂ’ like a parkinÂ’ lot. Im so unorthodox I got your bitch ridinÂ’ my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Im the hottest shit jumping out the coffe pot man im just tryinÂ’ to get my spot like a polka dot. LilÂ’ cush make my eyes and my shoulders drop, lil syrup and I can make the soda pop, keep talkin n I can make my soldiers pop, real niggaz ridinÂ’ wit me till the motorÂ’ stop, I got these hoes straight livinÂ’ out the soap op. I got a couple like a coat on. (ok)
(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be mugginÂ’ me u know im mugginÂ’ back niggaz be mugginÂ’ me u know im mugginÂ’ back
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovinÂ’ me they know I love emÂ’ back bitches be lovinÂ’ me they know I love emÂ’ back
Birdman:
Put the K in the car while we ridinÂ’ blazed, put the chop n the pussy in the driveway. Bet the house on the youngen n we got paid. Triple colors on the bikes n the new mercedesÂ’. Bustin keys on they ass while we got paid. But my tens rideinÂ’ hot to an open bay, uptown made man out the hard way crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way.
(like father like son)
Ball till’ ya fall stuntin wit them paper plates, throw hundreds on them hoes while we eatin stakes. We in the club poppin’ bottles like ‘erday. We grind for the shine nigga getting’ big money. Got a fleet tossin’ chicken nigga get cake, im on his island with this power like scarface. Im in the impala dropped top chawwnky ice man birdman rockin’ red monkeys
(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be mugginÂ’ me u know im mugginÂ’ back niggaz be mugginÂ’ me u know im mugginÂ’ back
Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the do'
Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the back
Squed up, squed up, fuck y'all
Listen
Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do thangs
About every car that you name, on twenty-two thangs
We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes
Spittin' game at a cute thang, make her get a crew brain
All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it
Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it
Droopy high come see the future, we livin' for the moment
Whole sucka on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it
And everybody know you fuck up, we killin' ya
The whole club familia' with my familia'
Chicken heads boriquas gon' follow where I go
I ain't got nothin' for them but a dick and a Taco?
And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap
Fuck up I put yo eyes right when you lap me
And I ain't come to sign shit, unless it's a bar tappin'
I ain't takin' no pictures unless I'm palm in [Incomprehensible]
Where the fuck y'all?
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
L.A. let the thugs in the club
A.T.L. let the thugs in the club
Chi-town let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
I like shinin' but dog I'm in love with thuggin'
I like clubbin' but I get off when I'm beefin' and bustin'
I got a Bentley, Beemeh', Benz, Lex
Got a bullet proof hummer for just creepin' on 'sess
I got a roley, matter fact 'bout three or fou'
Got a couple of neck pieces that I wear at the show
Niggas know all the trouble that come with me
Niggas know it ain't the bluffet that come from me
Me and my click draw party every week at them crib
For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they live
[Incomprehensible] keep it real for the block and chill
Yeah I'm happy and wha 'cuz I got a few mill'
Don't thank I won't steal, wrap the K and kill
Don't thank I won't say-uh a bird and crush the pills
When it's time to bling, nigga I bling
When it comes to do the damn thang, I do the damn thang
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Yo, yo
Now it ain't no secret that I'm slangin' and bangin'
And like a sack of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin'
It's Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I'm claimin'
And I'm in already, so my colors is flamin'
It's for the project bitches who be backin' it up
And all the hardcore hustlers that be stackin' it up
And no matter where you from, represent yo city
If you a ghetto get crunk, if you's a diddy get chicky
Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue
Get yo bang on, and thow yo hood up, die move
While I buy the whole bar 'cuz you no one know
I got a spotter and a front and a rag top fo'
I keep it ghetto, gutta, gangsta like a west coast G
The homies trust the dope man so we got in free
Like a stampede rust through and or we sell
Was let a stoo' bitch and get shot in the head
Ba, ba, ba, ba
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Miami let the thugs in the club
New Orleans let the thugs in the club
Texas let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Milwauk let the thugs in the club
The Bay let the thugs in the club
New York let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Carolina let the thugs in the club
Ohio let the thugs in the club
Tennessee let the thugs in the club
Detroit let the thugs in the club
St. Louis let the thugs in the club
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah, sir
What it is?
See this right here is automatic man, understand that
See what chu know bout Scott Storch got torch
And Weezy F got fiyah, yes
And we bringin' back Ms. Mya, get it
If I had a dollar for all of the times
I thought I found the right one
I'd be a billionaire and then I could probably ride out
And go and find the right one
I wouldn't mind a dude that could take my attitude
And take the time to listen
Someone that understands when I need a lil space
And when I need attention
But I'm lookin' for a real
Somebody with direction (direction)
Somebody with affection (affection)
That knows how to put it on me
That's what I need (that's what I need)
Somebody who could freak me, gently, when I need to be (oh yeah)
Pick me up when I'm fallin'
That's what I need
So when I find you, I'll neva let cha get away
Neva let cha slip away
I'mma lock you down, lock you down
When I see you, I'll neva look the other way
Neva let cha slip away
I'mma lock you down, lock you down
Uh uh uh
I hope she throw away the key too
Got me tied up like a three piece suit
Uh Mya's back gotta sweet tooth
Miss Caramel I need three scoops
I could see you in ya beach suit
Walkin' round my beach view
Three bedroom penthouse see through
Just windows rich as nemphos, hey girl
I can tell where ya need to go
Where ya oughta be
On the charter comin' to young carter
You need direction, I could take you further
You need affection, I could crush you harder
You need protection, protection?
Sweetheart I'm fresh off election
And if you checkin' I won't be far
I'll be right on yo radar
So when I find you, I'll neva let cha get away
Neva let cha slip away
I'mma lock you down, lock you down
When I see you, I'll neva look the other way
Neva let cha slip away
I'mma lock you down, lock you down
Like an anchor in the water
I got my priorities in order
It means you be the only one love in my life
I will vow to neva leave ya
Rub ya back boy do anything to please ya
All you gotta do is come around
And I'mma lock you down
So when I find you, I'll neva let cha get away
Neva let cha slip away
I'mma lock you down, lock you down
When I see you, I'll neva look the other way
Neva let cha slip away
Lil Wayne
rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh
lemme spark up first
magiccc ahh ahh ahh
rest in peace pimp c yeahhhh
lemme spark up first
lets know what the f**k is goin on
the dedication 3 .. count it 1 2 3
yeahh money makin weezy ,weezy makin money
i keep my dick in my pants but these hoes take it from me
i go to sleep on monday and i wake up sunday
i go to sleep with money and wake up with money
man im on bout 5 of em
my gir so thick you can see her ass from the side of em
yo girl just came in her boo somebody better give flame ina suit i got that bitch jumpin likea kangaroo and the thang to do is to bang and screw i live in the clouds like the angels do hey traffic let my banggish through
hey mom this what i think of you .. i wanna f**k yo head off and f**k you ankles loose .. then drank the juice .. im dangerouss
i got her clothes fallen off like tha hanger loose
ughh i be the monster in the closet
she wanna go to mars i tell her hop on top ma rocket
5 4 3 2 1 take off
john travolta with that head i suck yo face off
tell yo man to take the cake ball
i put his ass in the pocket like the ball
you aint yall i never been tall
but if i stand on my money ill be with god
like aleluya baby its, its young mulah babyyyy
Young gutta
hahaha yall niggas stupid
alright look
young gutta out the gun to yo head make it pop like a bubble
when it pop off you in trouble
get to yo waist click clack niggas f**kin up yo buckle
look at thse sucka talkin this bullshit they dont know gutta got a full clip and i pull shit leave yo stupid ass wet like a pool bitch
i dont bullshit noo
leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit gutta aint the one you should fool with no these niggas know me nigga
nikes like janobee nigga...haha
Lil Wayne
ha ha
yo motha owe me nigga
yo bortha paid me nigga
yo sista laid me nigga
and i made your wife suck my weezy f babies nigga
im still in prison nigga
f**k it right im wallin nigga i just made a hundred f**king millon dollars
Lil Wayne]
No Ceilings,
Hehaa Yea,
Party on the beach,
Pa – party on the beach,
Party animal baby let me of the leash,
I got my weed from the west,
My pills from the east,
And 2 bottles of goose thats geese,
[Chorus]
I gotta feeling,
No Ceilings m-therfucka,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonight gonna be a good – good night,
I gotta feeling, whooohoo,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonites gonna be a good night,
That tonight a good be a good – good night,
Tonights the night,
IÂ’m high as height,
Im young ‘n restless,
I shines my guided light,
And ah, IÂ’m living right,
My health aiite,
My money good,
And my girl a dike,
Sh-t, Lets live it up,
No dying down,
Lets shoot the bar,
IÂ’ll buy the rounds,
IÂ’ll take the shots,
IÂ’m bulletproof, yeah,
Nike you just do it,
I do what it do,
I was drinking from where i came,
When i got here i did the same,
I DonÂ’t like beer i like champagne,
So cheers to Lil Wayne,
And if she think she get my number,
just hope my number donÂ’t change,
Girl stop playing i got that p-ssy on a string,
Now letÂ’s do it!
[Black Eyed Peas]
LetÂ’s do it, letÂ’s do it, letÂ’s do it, letÂ’s do it
And do it and do it, letÂ’s live it up
And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it
LetÂ’s do it, letÂ’s do it, letÂ’s do it,
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
IÂ’m bout to really go in,
IÂ’m Going IN!
Kush, got my dutch fat as f-ck,
Weezy F IÂ’m bad as luck,
IÂ’m already at the top bout to pull the ladder up,
GO crazy, I need a counselor,
IÂ’m hip hops announcer,
IÂ’m in the gun club,
do you wanna meet the bouncer,
been a beast and still-I-am,
now I rock and still-I-jam,
few n-ggas wit me got that white girl like Will-I-am,
look up b-tch aint no ceilings,
see me at the top controlling things,
anybody beat its a muthaf-cking murder scene,
(LiL Wayne)
shooting till my motherf**kin hand fall off
the trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
i pop like a soda watch the can fall off
i can kill yall and yall boss
shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
you f**kin with the drum age or let me play you the anthem
bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
i say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter
B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G.
we spray then leave
we play when we no
we play N.E.
V.E.R. C.P.R.
Doctor Carter are you the d.z's boy
young money motherf**ka deez theez boyz
bitches you crazy
weez retardz
watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief meenar
like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
soulja boy on the beat
but you can call me chef boyardee
cause ima heat this shit
and ima eat this shit
planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit
then i flush and whipe my ass
guns slinger like a pass
i cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary
your tailfary farytale very frail
and yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail
let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
or leave em face down in the f**kin ocean
i aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit
that hello how you doing i am at your front door shit
that aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit
(Jae Millz)
Ok, Its young money what you know about it,
the semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the sould out it,
and all that frontin' shit n**ga i don't know bout it,
call me master j, bitch i'm so bout it,
even my hoe bout it, and don't doubt it,
cuz we both would be angelina and brad'n,
spazzin and blastlin, blastin and rattitatin,
and nah i don't cook but like potatoes ill mash em,
i dont give a f*** about your money or your fashion,
shots through the window where your brand new assed(?),
you get out try to run now your chest where them bullets crashin, pawn box n***as no crutches no casts,
no wheel chair just the two door long black wagon
flowers on the side and four wheels to steer,
i ain't never scared, and i ain't never care,
so f*ck what they doin over there i'm doin me here,
your nothin like me f**k boy don't be outlandish
we gorrilas in the mist yall just some kung fu pandas,
sweet liek fantas, my blood is the same as bruce banner
he record on the camera mother**** all the bullshit and
antics, they sayin he ain't gotta get a clearance for wayne, thats a disadvantage, being broke is a foreign
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