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
Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm
When I say I don't give a fuck
I mean that yeah
?? brains is getting bust
I didn't say that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a ?? wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin' that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain't never heard about me
When i'm flissin a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
Clean off of they head
See that red dot comin from
Me and my girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And i'm about to get mine
At these times
Look lil' daddy
You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
It's enemy turf that i'm on
So i'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calicoe
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Four hit the blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo' wife and son
'Cause i ride or die
Cashmoney Hot Boy
Bless me when i'm gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
I been bout it
Put a ??????
I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
And i be full of that trash
i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil' Weezy small frie
Guerilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
Well then let 'em burn
????????????????
Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go
If i don't get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin'
'Till i R.I.P CMR i be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, i'm HB for real
All i know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it's time shoot it
Cock yo' heaters
Tie up yo' bags
It's time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See i bust you wide open
And take 'ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain't really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
i'ma a guerilla and i mean it
leave ya' head still in a beanin'
?? on the semen
Calicoe steamin'
Red dot beamin'
Dressed up suspicious
Play with lil' Weezy you'll be ?? for the vicious
Enemy Turf
Time to strap up
(Juvenile)
Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm
Verse 1 (Juvenile)
When I say I don't give a fuck
I mean that yeah
Niggaz brains is gettin bust
I didn't say that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a haul of dat wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin' that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain't never heard about me
When i'm flissin a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
Clean off of they head
See that red dot comin from
Me and my girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And i'm about to get mine
At these times
Look lil' daddy
You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all
Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
(Chorus)2x (Juvenile Lil' Wayne)
(Juvenile)
It's enemy turf that i'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
(Lil' Wayne)
My big brother Juvi
Both hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis
Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo' wife and son
Cause I ride or die
Cash Money Hot Boy
Bless me when i'm gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
I been bout it
Put a boot up in my lip and put my dirty up in a clip
I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
And I be full of that trash
I be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil' Weezy small fry
Guerilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell
Well then let 'em burn
Hold 'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy
Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go
If i don't get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin'
Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H.B. for real
(Chorus)2x
Verse 3
All i know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it's time shoot it
Cock yo' heaters
Tie up yo' bags
It's time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See i bust you wide open
And take 'ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain't really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
I'ma a guerilla and I mean it
leave ya' head still in a beanin'
Lyin' on the cement
Calicoe steamin'
Red dot beamin'
Dressed up suspicious
Play wit Lil' Weezy, you'll be dinner for tha fishes
(Chorus)2x
Enemy Turf
Time to strap up
What
Yess! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas man
It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
Loso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess!
I'm with (101) niggas, we (dalmation doggy) b (yess)
And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (come on)
Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it
I pop up like (Xzibit), but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)
Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)
Fuck getting your (ride pimped), you'll get hog-tied wimp
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)
It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?)
'Cause your boy just stay above the game
They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)
Take this family for a joke, play them (Wayan brother) games
And (Ima Git You Sucka), I be schemin' with this (Keenan) (that's right)
Aimin with this (Damon), I'm putting that (Major Payne) in
My lil' man is on ya, (Marlon and Shawn) ya (yeah)
Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lesagne (whoo!)
40. Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta
You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga
You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)
The drop top, they say it's (Ocean Drive) inspired
So you can (Call A Cab), once your bitch falls for Fab
Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Oww I'm gettin money like a muhfucka
Yeeaah, money you ain't never see
Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Mr. HD, high definition
That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg
It's Santana Ay! Hahaa
I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)
With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb
Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)
Now you can follow the drip
'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)
Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents, please
My young boys wildin for respect
Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese
My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)
My wrist look like fro-zen polar spring water (damn!)
So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messing with? (who)
I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)
Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)
I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all hors d'oeuvres
(Listen) I'm a shark y'all just koi fish
(What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)
Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)
I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)
She told me youse a nag, youse a bug (damn)
She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)
She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns
So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)
It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle
You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally
Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out
Get you 3,4 get you
Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2
It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends
Mercedes Maybach, grey-black
And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
Fuck your city and your town, I state facts
Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"
Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don
And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none
I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
Or heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not me
Not I, call me young Popeye
Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring ral to your fune
Damn I mean funeral, funeral
You say tomato, I say tomato
You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems
I be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?")
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
Okay, you ain?t know shit
It?s Weezy F baby like a newborn bitch
You ain?t know shit
I put your girl to work now, here?s a uniform bitch
Pimpin? over here and I ain?t Santa Clause
But yeah, I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah, money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here safe as a motherfucker
Ain?t no safety button on this motherfucker
Where the safe motherfucker?
That?s the case, Doc the judge
Weezy F the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That?s what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that but I don?t even say that
As much as [unverified] say that
That?s way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine, theys
Long hair, pretty eyes
Light skin, fine legs
Phat ass, skinny stomach
Pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street
?Cause I put her out my jeep
I don?t save ?em, I slave ?em
They want Weezy F
I bad grade ?em, I don?t degrade ?em
I serenade ?em
100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can?t even make a fist
Nigga, fuck how you do it
?Cause I do it like this
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang
Yeah, and I just do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang
Kunta Kinte on my shit, nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I?m in the garden sellin? fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq, hey big spender
And do remember just like Brenda
2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I?ma kill ?em when I drop like I?m holdin? a baby
Weezy F
The F is for don?t forget the baby
And bitch, I?ve been hot
But you don?t know me from Satan
And if you?re Manning up
You better show me you?re Peyton
But you pussies ain?t ballin?, no sir
Not lathen?
Bricks get shipped , bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck
Yeah, but you could call me Wayne
But now watch me and my chain, gang
Yes, it?s me bitches
Deuce Bigalow on these he bitches
Flu flow
Flyer then Bird Coupe like a two door
What do you know?
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
?Cause I?m fly like flyers they passin? out
We mashin? out, we young Mula
I got that 12 gauge don?t make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch, suwoop
If you ain?t on my train, bitch, cho cho
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I?ma do me, bitch, with you or without
Shit always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1?9
And I?m 2?much
The numbers don?t lie
And if they stop makin? Cadillac?s
I swear I?m gon? die
And if the weed man
Don?t have no more onions I?ma cry
And if yif was a piff then I?d rather drink wine
Shit, I?ma take my time
Now, am I crazy or just lazy?
?Cause I?m tired of ballin? darlin?
And I roll with my riders like it?s Harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it?s a Harley party
We are all dressed in red like it?s a scarlet party
I was ballin? in New Orleans way before the Charlotte Hornets
I?m an X man, bitch, I ain?t talkin? McCormick
Put the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquash
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches, get money
Young money
[DJ Drama]
(Dramatic Nigga)
[Drake]
Uh, well alright, here I go
I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke
But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes
N.E.R.D flow i spaz if I'm prevoke
I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote.
Money is everything, and it's every other thing
I'm part of the choir and its the motto that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are post game
MoneyOverBitches dot com check the domain
It's coming too soon, album on the way
People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon
Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it again to 'em
Let me leave the station for your blood affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight
I could rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake
Frostbite drizzy nigga, nobody is cold as drake
Keep yo ass inline, don't be tryin' to roller skate
Fuck all the discrete shit, i get on some peep shit
I am 21, tell me who do i compete with
I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love
And i aint even talkin street shit
Young angel, young lie and im done tryin
I'm jus doin, who's drinkin' cause im buyin'
It's on me, everything is on me
And my girl is still down like shes fucking John B
And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit
I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet
This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it
Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear
My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year
Tax, brackets and back and forth faxes
My money come in full circle, get up on my axis
Maybe I'mma kill 'em only cause i promised
They think I'm bein' cocky but I'm only being honest
I'm swallowin' the goose, got a model getting loose
And i never party less, i got some bottles and a booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin' patience cause i want it to make sense
White cup, orange pop, Tennessee state shit
Drop a 4 in it and appreciate the greatness
[DJ Drama]
(Gangtsa, gangsta, gangsta.
I just want y'all to remember,
This is the first mixtape you bump,
While you have a black president.)
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah.
Come on, pass the dro.
I am such a beast, and you can ask them hoes.
And they might even say you should leave me alone.
Their only scared.
Cause it gets like me.
Stunting is a habit, I get it from my daddy.
Just like Shaggy, I told that Boombastic.
Im a rude bastard.
I dont give a fuck about y'all.
I aint talking marbles, you can pluck my balls.
And yes I am falling, but up I fall.
And if your bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog.
I went from penny pinchin' to private planes.
Never sat on any benches, I got in games.
Starter Carter, ball harder.
Ten girls, pent house suite, y'all order
Whatever y'all please.
Wine, crackers, and cheese.
They take off their clothes and put on my tees.
The supplement Im taking got me feeling mighty
my gun and money dont split, call that shit Siamese.
Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze.
Your girl bless me, she suck my dick, and I sneeze.
Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need.
And eighteen Gs is why the chicken crossed the street.
What you know about it? My nigga so about it.
If we kill everybody, they can go to court about it.
Weezy. I ignore the liars.
Baby, I ignite the fire.
I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer.
Got the shotty on the side of me.
My bad boys follow me.
Im a bad boy, obviously.
Pop one at your ivy league.
I dont have a rivalry.
If so, you have a cosulty.
Oops, I meant a casualty.
Oops, I meant catasrophe.
Oops, I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me,
And big, wet, pussy is more like what Im rathering.
Welcome to the gathering.
Welcome to the burying.
Or I hang you on the wall like an art gallery.
You got short salary.
and I got long money.
I got cash money.
I got young money.
Bitch.
[DJ Drama]
(See, I told y'all it was going to be worth the wait, right?)
[Lil Wayne]
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
I feel big, ya know what I mean
Like not, not big in the sense of weight
You know what I mean like gaining weight
Or, nothin' like that, like, COLOSSAL
Know what I mean like, uhhh (sigh)
I heard you were lookin' for me?
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Eheh, You know
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) I know, eheh
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Shitt, you know
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Hahaha
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
To you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "church!" I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a Coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer then Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flo, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a buttletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to
God, not Beaver, neither you
Cause I'ma murder, Y kill O and even U
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter then the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me cause I'm cooler than ya'll
And I would never, I would never, I would never fall
I'm been hated on by the seasons
So fuck ya'll for hatin' for no reason
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world and I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Hah!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Ha
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
I been in and out the bank bitch
While ya'll asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush, and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear "Wayne Quit!"
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call 'em April babies, cause they fools
And when they snooze, We up!
Feet up like a, Parap-liguck
Or, paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from Holleygrove
Now all my bloods scream "soo woop! and Dadda-do!"
I know my role, and I play it well
And I wear it well, on my libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy leave it there
Long hair dont even care
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!
[Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
Shyea
I'm right here, in my chair
With my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share
Mic time with my air
Young Carter, go farther
Go further, go harder
Is that not why we came?
And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy to Marcy, ya loggers
Far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the Martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's, and the Marley's and the Marcus'
Garvey, got me a molitov cocktail
Flow,if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The Dopebwoyy just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, where guys just, stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right, pluriel
I took so much change from this Rap game it's your go
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
It's my go, yeah
And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the rickter, heckter
Camacho Man Savage, far from average
Above Satus-
quo,Flow, so, pro
I know, I ride slow and when I pass
They say "Whaddup killa man?" Stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy Baby!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Yeah
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Haha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Hova!
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Weezy
They've been wondering why?) Baby!
(Choir - Fade to finish)
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hahaha
(Tell me where have you been?) I been hustlin'
(Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Hustlin' hard
They've been wondering why?) Chyeaa
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in this dirt
And you can try me fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt
Ahh, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve
At the Funeral Parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
(feat. Static Major, Kanye West)
[Lil Wayne - Intro]
Uh-huh...No homo (Young Mula, baby...)
I say he so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper...
Remix, baby!
[Kanye West]
Lollipop, lollipop
Breasts is just like Dolly Parton
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot, cause she ask
"How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take 'til she get to shop?"
Don't worry why my wrist got so freeze
Tell her, "Girl, like Doritos, that's (na-cho cheese)"
Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin to (Lay)
I cain't (only have one) and I ain't tryin to wait"
This a song Lil Wayne, say you know it's gonna melt
Butchu ain't finna murder me like everybody else
I'ma rap like I got some type of respect for myself
I don't do it for my health, man I do it for the belt
Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
Hunnid degrees, drop the roof, so the Coupe don't melt
Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help
We need fo' mo' hoes, we need ohh-ohh-OH-OHHH!!
You know what it is when we're outta town
We ball in two seats, and you out of booooounds
So come here baby guuurrrrl
You now fuckin wit the best in the woooooooooooooooooorld...
Lollipop-pop...
The best in the woooo-oooOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD...
(Sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop..)
(She-she lick me like a lollipop..)
Woooorld...woooorld...
[Chorus 2X: Static Major]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug...
Bottles in the club, club club...
Shawty wanna hump, you know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps...
[Lil Wayne]
Shawty say she wanna lick the rapper..
And she gonna lick the rapper
And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor
I (Anita Bake) her, now she caught up in that (Rapture)
I got so much chips, I swear they call me Hewlett Packard
I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker
Greedy mutha-fudge cakes, now tell me how dat fudge taste
I do it for Bloods' sake, suu-woo think it's voodoo
How that roof do di-di-dissipate, your girl wants to participate
She so-so-sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain
And then my diamonds are in the choir, because they sang from off my chain
And my hood just joined the gang, because, all (she) do is (bang)!
Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye - pick your poison
If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment
Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-can't-make-an-appointment
Take my lollipop and enjoy it - remix!
[Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs]
[Lil Wayne]
Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie
In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building
I flushed out the feeling of, me bein the shit
'cause I was leavin skid marks on, ev'rywhere I sit
I am everywhere, I'm it like, Hide-n-Go
And I can go anywhere, innie, minnie, miney, mo
I'm in yo', neighborhood area, CD thang, tape deck
IPod, ya gurlfriend and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
'cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text
Heh-heh, so wrap it up
Bu-bu-but, he's so sweet sh-she wanna lick the rapper
[Chorus]
(RE-RE-RE-REMIX, BA-BAY!!)
[Static Major - Outro]
Lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
She-she lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
Sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop...(lollipop...)
I said he's so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper
So I let her lick the rapper
Shawty said l-l-lick like a lollipop
She said l-l-lick like a lollipop
Shawty said l-l-like a lollipop
She said like a lollipop
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
She wanna lick the rapper
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
C'mon, yeah
Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine
She even wear her hair down her back like mine
I make her feel right when it's wrong like lyin?
Man, she ain?t never had a love like mine
But man I ain?t never seen an ass like hers
That pussy in my mouth had me at a loss for words
I told her to back it up like burp burp
And make that ass jump like shczerp shczerp
And that?s when she said I'm lick like a lollipop
(Oh yeah I like that)
She said l-l-lick like a lollipop
(Oh yeah I like that)
She said lick like a lollipop
(Oh yeah I like that)
Shawty said like a lollipop
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna hump
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Get up, like you make it up, don't stop
Drop it shawty, drop it like it's hot
Drop, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot
Do it shawty, don't stop
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain?t shit
Shawty said the nigga that she with ain?t this
Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit
But shawty I'ma hit it, hit it like I can't miss
And he can?t do this, and he don?t do that
Shawty needa a refund need to bring that nigga back
Just like a refund I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back, because I like that
Shawty wanna thug
(Yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club
(Yeah I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Shawty wanna l-l-lick like a lollipop
Shawty said I'm l-l-like a lollipop
She said I'm l-l-like a lollipop
So I let her lick the rapper, like a lollipop
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And ooh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
Call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so I can get it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so so I can get it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so so I can get it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
C-c-call me so I can get it juicy fo ya
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
And oh I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
I get her on top she drop it like it's hot
And when I'm at the bottom she Hillary Rodham
The middle of the bed givin' gettin' head
Givin' gettin' head, givin' gettin' head
I said mmm I like that
Said mmm yeah I like that
I said mmm yeah I like that
Mmm hmm
Call me so I can come and do it fo ya
Call me so I can come and prove it fo ya
Call me so I can make it juicy fo ya
Call me so I can get it juicy fo ya
Shawty wanna l-l-lick me like a lollipop
She said I'm like a lollipop
Saying he's so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper
What'd she do?
Yeah, I see you baby girl
I?ma kill these niggas man, yeah
Straight off the block with it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin? at you people different
I pay my dues, you keep the difference
I can see the end and the beginnin?
So I'm not racin?, I?m just sprintin?
?Cause I don't wanna finish
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I?m out this world hoe
I wear bright red like a girl toe
No homo, finger nails dirty
I think I'm dirty money since 12:30 am
Wave them if they sure take them
Right back and spray him amen
Yeah, I just do my Wayne
And ev?ry time I do it I do my thang
Yeah, believe that like a true story
Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories
If I hop out that?ll be suicide
No backseats, call that paralyze
I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize
I mastermind, then go after mine
You see I handle mine, I dismantle mine
I told her toolbox, bitch it's Hammertime
So excuse me as I nail 'em to something
And just repeal 'em, I'm a kill ?em
Someone tell 'em, I'm a kill ?em
I'ma feel his mother's mama can't tell 'em
And the doctors can't heal ?em, I?ma kill ?em
And yeah, we sell ?em, I know you smell ?em
If you want it, you can just yell it
And I be in the morning at your tele?
Whole ki go a twenty
Half a ki go for eleven
After me there will be nothing
I Am Legend and I Will Smith
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It goes boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
Now say, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, just a snare in the 808
Weezy baby on the mic, he awake
Okay I?d like to thank Kanye
And my nigga Deezle for giving me this diesel
Like a F-350 tank never empty
Damn everybody in the bank act friendly
Used to think my shit didn?t stank, boy was I wrong
Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone
I?ma take it 1, 2 way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved fool as I blew by you
Hello, hi you, I can buy you
But I wouldn't try you, feed you to pyru
I know what I?m doing, I sure improved
Show improvement and I know just to go into it
Could never amount to going through it
Whatever, how you want to do it, we can do it like we late
Ay wait, Deezle let me just get the 808
As I hit the kill switch
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It go boom, ba-boom, boom
The beat go boom, ba-boom, boom
Now everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah
I am the best rapper alive
I am the best rapper alive
And I will eat you alive
Think I?m lying
Damn, I?ma get in the niggas chest like bunch a phlegm
Like a fuckin? ram, I?ma hunt for the lamb
I?m a dump ?em man, in a dumpster can
You ain?t a soldier, ask Uncle Sam, hair nappy like Pam
Nigga, fuck your plan, fuck your man
You ain?t a pimp unless you get the same bitch
To fuck your man and fuck your clan
And all my bitches know that?s my plan
Oh, goddamn, there?s my sound
Po playin? like that?s my band, gotta get it cleared
Suck my dick with red lipstick and don?t let it smear
And I got a lot of tattoos and I meant every tear
And I?m still on that street shit, back to the beat bitch
That?s how you let the beat build bitch
Now that?s how you let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build, we say yeah, yeah, yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It go boom, ba-boom, boom
The beat go boom, ba-boom, boom
Now everybody say yeah
And the beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
It go boom, ba-boom, boom
The beat go boom, ba-boom, ba-boom
David, David, David, David, David Banner
Sittin' in the Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy
Hip hop addict, hip hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about Oui like Paris
Hilton Presidential Suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her daddy
I'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin'
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes apparently
Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride
Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss
First some hyphee, thump it like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I?ll be ballin' like a Piston
Boy, and did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin'
I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle's Caviar
Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me sip this then call me in the morning
And I vow I never trust another one
In my life and then I got horny
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money fuckin' retarded, called it down syndrome money
My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain
My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing Sing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king, I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready?
And zoom in with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe
Like purchase persons, places all them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you nigga's know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper, nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Yo yo public service anouncment man
It's your boy- Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "fuckin'"
And uhh this is a public service announcement to all the DJ's
And the mixtape Dj's and the mixtape community
I just want to clear it- I have no problem with nobody
Understand me? especially not a DJ
I know if nobody fuckin' know,
You made my muthafuckin ass so I ain't trippin'
It's just that when these fake-ass dj's
And fake-ass mixtape dj's
Go to makin' shit that I know real mixtape dj's get pissed off about
They fuck themselves cause they be like
Thats the niggas that's pissin' wayne off cause
That's the niggas that doin' it all wrong
But you know what? I ain't trippin' on them niggas neither
Cause all they want to do is hear good music at the end of the day
Cause if it was whack, they wouldn't be puttin' it out
Hehe, so I appreciate all you niggas
And everybody else who put it out any kind of was you can
Cause if I was you, I would to
Dedication 3
Yo This Is The Dedication To The Bitches
To The Women ya Digg
A Bitch Is A Female Dog (Preach)
And They Say A Dog Is A Mens Best Friend
(We Men) Alright Now
So Ah I Just Wanna Say To All The Ladies
Um [laughs] What You Gotta Say [laughs]
Yea I Just Wanna Say To All The Ladies That We Love Ya'll
And All The Single Mothers Out There Keep Ya Head Up
When You Do What You Do You Do It Well
And Shout Out To My Mother she's A Wonderful Mother
And Everybody Else Mothers
And EveryBody In This Room Mothers
Shout Out To All Our Mothers Ya Digg
We Love All Ya'll Happy Mothers Day
Even When It Aint Without Ya'll We Wouldn't Be Here
YES!
That Was A beautiful Dedication Right There To The Women
Where's my coffee?
Good morning, Dr. Carter
Hey sweetie, looks like it?s going to be a long day
Ah, another one uh, what we got?
Your first patient, yeah, is suffering from a lack of concept
Uh huh, originality, ugh, his flow is weak
Another one and he has no style, ugh
What?cha got for ?um?
Okay, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on
Dr. Carter, to the rescue, excuse me if I'm late
But like a thief it takes time to be this great
Ha, so just wait
Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place
And I?m just grace, one, uno, ace
And I?m tryin? to make your heart beat like bass
But you?re sweet like cake
And I come to fix whatever you shall break
Where is your originality, you are so fake
So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say
All I need is one mic, all I need is one take
Like hey, brighter then the sun ray
Got a pistol on the playground, watch the gunplay
Like, no kidding, no kids in the way
But the kids do watch, gotta watch what we say
Gotta work everyday, gotta not be cliché
Gotta stand out like André 3K, gotta kick it, kick it like the sensei
You gotta have faith, you gotta, gotta wait, wait
I think I, think I lost him
Dial 118 please
Good afternoon Dr. Carter, nurse
I don't know about this one, his confidence is down
Vocab and metaphors needs work and he got no respect for the game
Ah, let me see, you think you can save him?
Okay, respect is in the heart, so that?s where I'ma start
And a lot of heart patients don't make it
Now hey kid plural, I graduated
?Cause you could get through anything if Magic made it
And that was called recycling or re-reciting something
?Cause you just like it, so you say it just like it
Some say it?s biting but I say it?s enlightening
Besides Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest
And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest
And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest
Arthritis in my hand from writing
But I?ma doctor they don't understand my writing
So I stop writing, now I?m like lighting
And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titan
Fast and exciting and my passion is frightening
Now, let me put some more vocab in your I.V.
Here, take this Vicodin, like it and love it
And confidence has no budget
So pay me no mind, I don't walk like I talk it ?cause I?m running
I don't do it ?cause I done it and I'm in the emergency on it
Goddammit, I?ve lost another one
Good evening Dr. Carter, it?s been a long day
But this one looks much better then the others
His respect is back up, concepts sound good
His style is showing strong signs of improvement
All he needs now is some swagger
Okay, let me take my gloves off then
Swagger tighter than a yeast infection
Fly go hard like geese, erection
Fashion patrol, police protection
I stay tight like Chinese connection
I stay tight like pussy at night
Baby, don't get me wrong, I could do that pussy right
But I?m too wrong to write, too fresh to fight
Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle
I had to say it twice, swagger so nice
And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price
And I don't rap fast, I rap slow ?cause I mean every letter
In the words in the sentence of my quotes
Swap it just flow sweeter then honey oats
That swagger I got it, I wear it like a coat
Wait as I put the light down his throat
I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow
His lungs starting to grow
This one starting to show strong signs of life
Where?s the stitches? Here?s the knife
I smack his face, his eyes open, I reply with a night
Welcome back hip hop, I saved your life
He looks good, his vitals are up
He's looking good, he's looking good
I think we got one
Dr. Carter, I think we got one
Yep, yep, we got one
We saved him, he's good, he's good
We got one, he's good
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swang
He had hair like wool, like wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, hail mary no tale fairy
All real very, extraordinary
Perry mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never?
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree I'm bright
But I don't give a fuck if you see me
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For 8 and a half months I gave ms. cit da pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like easter sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my french emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you asking, if I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand, cause you thought lil wayne is weezy
But weezy is wayne
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy up there talking about black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? america
You see one in every 100 americans are locked up
One in every 9 black americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothafucka to jail
A young mothafucka to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers, you know crack/cocaine stuff like that
Meaning due to the laws we have on crack/cocaine and regular cocaine
Police are only, I don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And you know the other thing is mostly found in you know where I'm going
But why bring a mothafucka to jail if it's not gon stand up in court
Cause this drug ain't that drug, you know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, you know us young mothafuckas you know that 1 in 9
We probably only selling the crack cocaine because we in the hood
And it's not like in the suburbs, we don't have what you have
Why? I really don't wanna know the answer
I guess we just misunderstood hunh
You know we don't have room in the jail now for the real mothafuckas, the real criminals
Sex offenders, rapists serial killers
I'm in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody say they saw us kissin' in da movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour Two
Then we went home and we made our own movie
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine
Like OoOoOo it's goin' down in dis bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in dis bitch
1-800 I would dicky down in dis bitch
Uptown in dis bitch don't make a sound in dis shhhhh
Now let me whisper in ya ear every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby cry baby suck ya momma titty
You know I like dem old I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriendses
Honor my pole like a flag on da end bitch
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine
i say ohh girl i love you so
oh ohh girl i love you so sike
but i don give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
but i dont give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
pop these pills take take this glass
pop pop that pussy shake shake that ass
and if ur pussy stank girl u kno u better dush it
ur nast girl now wash dat stanky funky funky pussy bitchhhh
stop talkin that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha
and "I wear my pants below my waist and
i never dance when im this place cuz you and your man
be planning to hate im so hooddd"
and she likes it and when we fuck im keepin on my nikes
ill tear dat pussy up ill tear dat pussy up
ima good looking rapper i aint tryna front
ohhh she pussy poppin on a handstand
and im the camera man
cut, check the gates
wait, why wait?
when i can, just bend you over and do what i told ya
do what i wanna, do what i wanna
ya heard me, i gotta lie like ?? and now every once in a while her knees jerk
she forgets how to walk i better teach her
i got her walkin funny just tell em that your feet hurt
you'll prolly see her on one of my t-shirts
i super soak a hoe skeet skeet skeet squirt
but dont worry cause if yall are like swingers
hey im high over features
haha new single, oh so now you single
(A milli, a milli, a milli)
I?ma millionaire
I?m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn?t fair
I?ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cuz I don?t write shit cuz I ain?t got time
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper
Got da Maserati dancin? on the bridge pussy poppin?
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can?t catch ?em, you can?t stop ?em
I go by them goon rules if you can?t beat ?em then you prop ?em
You cant man ?em then you mop ?em
You cant stand ?em then you drop ?em
You drop ?em cuz we pop ?em like Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker I'm ill
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre
Like smoke in the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy?
?He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit
Call him Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Yeah nigga, that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm o.k., but my watch sick
Yeah my drop sick
Yeah my glock sick
Am I not thick?
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil? Wayne
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame
Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say like face shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
Dare me
Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me, but they hear me
They don't feel me, but they fear me
I've been through it all,
the fails, the falls.
I'm like niagra
but I got right back up like Viagra.
I am agriculture.
Swagger so mean, it might insult you.
Ha, I'm like an ultra vulture.
I fuck around and catapult ya.
Torch ya, thought ya
parents taught ya.
You guys is chocha, I'm gone.
Buenos Noches.
Flow, scorch ya.
And I don't even write.
No, author.
So, harder.
So, smarter.
All about a dollar,
like 4, quarters.
Oh, father.
Will tonight be my last?
And if so, make sure my kids see my cash,
and I know, I'm silent like an elbow cast.
And my future will be better than my past. Weezy!
You could love me or hate me,
I swear it won't make me or break me.
I'm goin where ever the money take me,
until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me.
Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin',
I know that there's a better way cause I've seen it, lord,
but this faster money is so convenient.
And I need it, say I need it.
C.A.R.-T.E.R
I spit movies like a VCR.
I spit rounds like the Tiki bar.
And if I got beef, I'm the meat cleav-AR.
And I are, the illest n****r Martin Luther King died for,
and I write for.
Holly Grove one seven Eagle street,
and I'm higher than the eagle's feet,
but I believe in me.
Apple is the car street.
I am just an offspring.
Born in the ghetto, that's why I can't let go.
One call will have my dawgs on ya like an echo.
Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle.
Spit sickle-cell psycho.
I go, off like a mutha-f***** rifle.
And I'm from the underground baby like a pipe mole.
And I will stand tall like light poles until the light blows.
You could love me or hate me,
I swear it won't make me or break me.
I'm goin where ever the money take me,
until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me.
Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin',
See I'm just hustlin', livin what I believe in dawg,
and it's a problem when our homies not eatin',
And I'm greedy, I'm greedy.
Share my blood, feed my family,
my flow will have to plead insanity.
So sick, I need grey's anatomy.
Acid, like a bust-open battery.
I'm cool like LA nights,
I'm tight like balet tights.
Ay Juelz, I swear the other day I pissed Crystal.
These bitches tryna kick it like Jun Tao.
I gotta watch my head in a battle,
I'm just tryna stay ahead of my shadow.
And I'm floatin like a boat and a paddle.
Alligators and rattlesnakes,
but I promised I would take a n****r off like a Saturday.
Got money to validate.
I'm icy like carrot cake.
Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate.
I'm straight out the alley way,
it's the n****r you daddy hate.
Weezy F baby, great!
I know they love me, they hate me,
But I'm a G, it won't make me or break me.
And you could find me where ever the money place me,
until you ridin' to the late me, and don't wake me.
Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin',
And me and my lord got an agreement, y'all.
And so I thank him every day for my acheivements.
Now listen...lemme preach to 'em
Lemme show 'em why..w-w-what it take...
I ain't gonna say why I'm better than others,
'couse I ain't better than nobody, actually.
But lemme show 'em why I'm a lot different from everybody else.
Because...and what I mean by everybody else I mean everybody else that does what we does.
You know, this recordin' industry, music, thing.
What I do is, I don't go out to the clubs.
And when you do see me in the club, trust me, I have been paid to be there for those thirty minutes that you enjoyed with me.
I don't stay inside for nothin' couse my house is nice.
I don't just get in my cars and just ride around neighborhoods where no girls are at, because my car is nice.
I don't do that.
What I do is, I go to studio.
And I just stay in the studio.
See you have to understand the difference.
The difference between me and you is to you, this is your job.
To me, this is my life.
The club; that's my job.
The mall; that's my job.
Your neighborhood; that's my job.
This studio; this is my life.
This is what I do better than anything.
So why wouldn't I do this all the time?
See that's the difference between you and I
You get money and you get crazy.
I get crazy and I get money.
And the biggest difference between you and I is...
You love me and I hate you
What is it that I haven't done yet ahhh
Grammys, ahhh emi, ha angelina jolie, katie holmes, martha stewart, oprah winfrey
Mama blanco [laughs], sarah palin, (what we looking in her), Im at her next
Straight up Im at sarah palin next
I love a bitch who wear glasses
Bitch who keep them glasses straight on
Keep them bitches on while we cutting up
In that ?? (they better not fall off)
Bitch gonna come out tell ya bitch gonna come out
The next day get on the mike at the ahhh what they call
The debate that bitch gonna say
LIL WAYNE FOR PRESIDENT!! [laughs] LIL WAYNE, LIL WAYNE!!! [laughs]
Dont she blow the flute or something?
I'll be up there with the guitar she'd be up there with the flute
Talking bout DODODODODODO call me and I can make it juicy for ya!
YO
Whats popping
Hello world
As I usually say
Hee haa
My name is it's not important
Whats more important is
What I told you all
And what I told you all was
On the carter 1!!
And everything else I said, im the best rapper alive quote or unquote
Now you all believe me
Hee haa
And since so far the dedication has been in your life
The carter has been in your life
Gangsta grillz has been in your life
So the game has existed before us, but it was never the same after us
Hee haa
Don't you agree
Well, without furthur ado,
Im going to shut the fuck up
And we go again into this church
Dedication 3 baby
YE
[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh...
L.A.D.
I'm all about that cheese, swiss, mozerella
Monster, Kobe, American or cheddar
When it come to robbery
Nobody do it better
Notorious L.A.D.
Fresh Coogi sweater
The cleanest
Lyrics is the meanest
Understand my english
Nigga, I'm a Genious
Ice like a snow cone
Writin in my iPhone
Went from sellin' crack
To sellin' ringtones
Straight out the projects
To million dollar homes
Inside the Carter
Cookin' 36 zones
36 O's and I break them all down
In and out of every trap
All through the A-town
The Embassy A.M.G.
Young Money merger
I'm a Young Champ Like Ben Roethlisberger
S.S. Chevy with the big block engine
Rims and paint cost me a whole pension
[Jae Millz]
I don't need nothing but my niggas
And enough weed to go around
A ten ounce some grams and loaded pound
Fuck what another nigga think of me
I'm thinkin' multi-millions
He thinkin' G's
Nigga please
Get your mind right
Fuck tryna be fresh
Get your grind right
Cuz I'm Like
So in another league
I throw my pitches
At different degrees
And I
Wwril my pigskins
At different speeds
And I hit threes
Cuz at different times
I release
My shot cold
Nigga, I'm Hot
Don't be tight cuz you not
Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath
I'm the good, I'm the bad
I'm the devil, I'm Jesus
Its Young Money Bitch!
The game needs us
Gudda Gudda, What it is nigga
Kid-Kid Chi, Get it how you live nigga
My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealer ship
And Weezy just ripped the drop phantom so they feelin' sick
Diamond rings, Diamond chains
Royal Suites, Private planes
Palm trees, Big change
I can't complain
I made a promise to myself
That I'll never be have-not
Nigga Fuck being broke
Shit
Before that day come
I'll A.K. stamp ya
When there's beef
I'm in the centre like Tyson Chandler
Fuck what you heard
In the booth I goes off
Like the lights if you ain't payin
Its the third
And you already two months late with the bill
Clown nigga you's a lame
Bitch Nigga
I'm Millz!
Young Mullah
[Gudda Gudda]
If you didnt,now you know
Its the million dollar nigga
With the million dollar flow
Icicle chain
Got a million dollar glow
Quarter mill for the gang
If you tryna book a show
Templates on the bentley
Ridin' through the checks
Got a pocket full of money
Nigga, Hand on my tec
I'm demandin' respect
I'm a man to respect
Disrespect your man
Put my hand round his neck
Its no other than
Gudda Gudda man
Still bout my money
Nigga, Fuck another man
I'm on the paper chase
All about the hustle man
I be climbin' through your window
Like I'm fucking Broadmnan
Look I'm
Shady Aftermath
Put your head in a scope
A Bank roll with the bucks
Is what these young niggas killin' for
The game dirty
On the streets tryna deal Yayo
Fifty clips at his hat
Leave a peeled potatoe
[Lil Wayne]
I call my nina bay like San Diego
Get me twisted
I'm a turn into a tornado
And all my riders ridin' like a winabago
You stay
But I'm a let that A.K. go
Rawer than a qualo
Shoot you like Halo
Give ya ass a halo
These bitches walk around actin like they J.lo
Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe
Hey hoe, how you doing?
Me?
I'm doing every fuckin thang
Smokin them dikes
I'm on that Mary fucking Jane
This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil Wayne
And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil Wayne
Haha
And bitch I'm greedy
But if I keep eatin you rappers
I'll get sugars diabities
Sweetie
I'm a different species
I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces
What the fuck do I be thinkin?
Kill, Kill, Murder
And Benjamin Franklin
Your girlfriend is into them gangstas
And me being a gangsta
I get into your girlfriend
I stay still when the world spins
And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman
You heard me
You heard him
Him being me
And we are better than
All y'all bitches, Niggas, Hoes
Enemies, Foes
Threes, Twos, Ones
But these dudes won
Aight, aight, aight, aight.
Hold up Drama, hold up Drama
That was easy, that was milk and cookies for me.
Milk and cookies!
Rest in peace Bernie Mac, man.
That was easy for me though Drama.
You know I do that all day.
Gimme that shit all them other niggas be frontin' on and shit
I'm sure my...I'm sure my...watch this, watch this.
D-three bitch!
[Verse 1:]
Yea yea uh huh
She said FUCK FENDI, but I think she was playin
I heard she move dem thangs
I think she fuckin Wayne
She call herself Lewinsky, dat mean she give him brain
She trynna be like Lil Kim, her picture looks da same
Y she ain't signed with G-Unit, she from Queens rite?
And wats her nationality, she chinese rite?
I mean she OK, but she ain't ALL DAT
She ain't da next bitch, tell dat bitch FALL BACK!
See I'm a hata, I go hard... listen let's begin
U kno her last name Minaj, she a lesbian
And she ain't neva comin out, look at currency
But every time she do a interview you kno I run to see
She get me so sick it make me vomit
Dats why I spend my time online leaving comments
And you kno dat I got some more haters with me
Might hit up thisis50, MTV, hit up BET
Tell 'em pretty pretty please don't play Nicki
[Chorus: x2]
Still I rise
Still I fight
Still I mite crack a smile
Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI!
One day u'll remeber dis
One day wen we reminese
Nuthin I do ever is, good enuff 4 da music biz
For you, for you
[Verse 2:]
Bitches is like crabs in a bucket
U c a bad bitch gettin shine, you should luv it
Cause everytime a door opens 4 me dat means you
Jus gotta a betta opportunity 2 do you
Dey don't understand dese labels look at numbas is statistics
I lose, you lose, mines jus legastic
Ne way, real bitches listen wen I'm speakin
Cause if nicki win, den all of ya'll gettin meetns (chyea)
Ask LA Reid, ask Jay
Den hit up Universal, see wat Sylvia Rhone say
Ask Craig Common, you can ask chris
Ladi wen your done, just salute bad bitch
Onli underground bitch around dats duckin da paparatzi
In & outta town, be swirvin da mazeratzi
Stay around da white like a nazi
Pussy pa-pa-poppin on my car so da cops see... BITCHES!
[Chorus: x2]
Still I rise
Still I fight
Still I mite crack a smile
Keep my eyes on da prize, see my haters tell 'em HI!
One day u'll remeber dis
One day wen we reminese
Nuthin I do ever is, gud enuff 4 da music biz
She's a Ryda
For Me
I don't know
If you've been told
All I know
Is that you've been warned
About My Girl
She's a killa
She's bad
Oh God.
Oh My,
She's a Ryda
& she ridin for me.
She's a ryda.
Riding for me.
Yea she'll ride it like a lady in a wheel chair.
Louie V. Purse on her arm yea she got it still there.
She gonna hold me down if the Feds come and get me.
& Imma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence
Yea the Devil Wears Prada Bitch and she riden for me you don't want problems bitch
She about it bitch and she keep it real and she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels.
No Nicloe Richie no Paris Hilton just my gangsta boy spinnin like a ferris wheel.
Takin money and she bringin it home for me.nigga
Yea she a rider and she rydin for me.
Now I don't know
If you've been told.
But I know
Oh I know
That You've been warned about my girl
She's a killa
She's bad
Oh God
God Damn
She's a ryda
& she rydin for me.
She's a ryda
& she rydin for me.
Shawty hold da work fo me.
Shawty hold ma gun fo me.
Shawty take Daddy Dick
Shawty Never run from me.
Shawty know what I like.
But Shawty do it how I love it. [x2]
Shawty hold me down when all da bitches wasn't.
Shawty never argued bout bitch or nothin
Shawty know she numba one.
Fuck dem otha bitches numba.
She's a Ryda
& She Rydin with Me
Dedicationn 333333
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I feel like these motherfuckers better know me next
I realized I never loved h.o.e.s.
Full white top cup full of codeine mix
Still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch
I'm on my so mean shit!
And you don't know me bitch
I do it for those who did it before me bitch
My goon is 'gon ride even with a slow leak bitch
And if we gettin chicken you get no piece bitchhh
Uhhh
Stunna man said kill 'em all
So still I know I'm a kill 'em all
Murder them pussy holes
I'm flyer than a butterfly doin' the tootsie roll
Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
And numbers don't lieeee, lieeeeeeeeeee
Lieeeeeeeeeee
And numbers don't lieeee
Yeah, better hope your math is right
Take your body for a sacrifice
You see those flashin' lights
Welcome to after light
I put on for them bitches on on for them bitches
I put on for them bitches on on
I put onnnnnnnnnnn
[DJ Drama]
Young Money all stars on the way
Put the party in the bag now hand it over
[Lil Wayne]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
See I ain't know you were gunna do this one.
Ight, Now you motherfuckers happy huh?
That's what y'all you been wantin' huh?
Okay, Okay,
Go ahead Drama
[DJ Drama]
See I don't wanna be the Mixtape king no more,
More like the Mixtape President,
Barak Odrama!
It was definitely time for change,
I mean the game been dry
So, I figured we going for re-election
So, Me and Wayne gon' keep runnin'
So y'all niggas can fly
[Lil Wayne]
This a big E beat,
And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat
Yeahh, hehe
You can get pork chopped,
Young money bitch
Let the champagne cork pop,
I will bat your man,
Now go tell her short stop
Okay bitch, You do the wop
Well bitch, I do the guap
Okay man, You do the drop
Well man, I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots
I pull up the dock like
Yeahhh
Macaroni greens and hamhocks,
I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock,
Rock...
To my own tune,
Lil tune
My stomach hurtin'
My shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters
Now you spell it
I say Young Money bitch forever,
And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era
Know'm talkin bout?
Yeah
I tell my niggas pick the target out,
And then I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'm a serve em,
And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin
Dr. Carter, Tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand new detergent
Ya heard me?
And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
Tell em get on (Birdman Jr.'s Birdy)
[Shanell]
I love the skin that I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M.
That Yack,
That Goose,
That Tron,
That Gin
Got a couple girls crackin'
Let the party begin
I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it
What you trippin' on?
See, I'm a spoiled chick
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with
But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
[Lil Twist]
Rockin on the scene
And yeah, I hit my duggy
I D-Town boogy
Now the girls really love me
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, They both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly
I'm the king of the city
Young Money, Young Mullah
Yeah, The kid in this thang
Grown men in this game
Can't compete with me mayne
Especially
When I pull up in that candy red
(54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne)
I'm a beast
I'm a dog
Yeah, Yeah I rap harder
Mic in my hand
I run like Marion Barber
You haters on the sidelines
And I be a starter
Going Bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my little sister if you boys didn't know
(Wait)
That's Weezy's daughter
(So don't mess with her bro!)
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
Signin' out
Young Money, D-town's All Star
[Tyga]
Its Tyga
No lion
I'm eating
No Diner
This species
Don't diet
Every milla fish Friday
Squad deep
Like the white guy from Verizon
Gator righteous
So its only right you meet the fugitive
John Mcgiver
Teenager
School cyhphers
I was too nicer
Than them no liscence,
You gets no high-fivin'
Nigga, Roll the damn dices
Touche
My word play touches from the colour great
My kick game so unreal
They say them colours must be fake
Never been made
MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight
My fame's no mistake
Since the deal
Steak dinner everyday
For the movie
My life is like a Compton Play
You can see it
Nearly breathe it
From a couple feet away
But stay away
Cuz I don't
Get along
With them tag-along
Let me
Get on a song
Period gone
I'm off the hook like cordless phones
My identity so right
They think its wrong
G.E.D. Young Money
Finish strong, so I'm a keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face
Like my skin was leather made
Leatherman Louis
You ain't never seen
Like a nun booty
None before me
After
Its only boys
Tyga man
I do it for the hatin' homies
[DJ Drama]
Shout to Hollygrove
Shout to the A-town
304 wassup!
Shout to Harlem
Philly wassup!
[Lil Wayne talking]
The Do's and Don'ts of Young Money Cash Money.
Rule fucking number 1.
Don't fucking do one fucking song on a motherfucking album,
Get one motherfucking check, and go fucking crazy,
And then get dropped from the motherfucking label,
And now you got your motherfucking fans like
"What happenend to you?"
"When you comin out?"
Ahh! ahhh!
"I'm coming out, I'm comin out!"
"Are you coming out with Wayne?"
"Nah I got my own record label"
Man what the fuck.
What the fuck!!!
Don't you do that, thats a no-no.
That's a young money cash money no-no.
Rule-Don't go there.
I don't care if a nigga gave it to you in navigation, don't Go there.
Understand?
Rule number 2.
Don't fuck with nobody's girl
And rule number 3...
Nobody has a girl
HOLLA!!!! bitcch
Ummm
Rule number 4 is to respect rule number 5
And rule number 5 is, Bitch! You try anybody round here
We gon kill ya!
Ya understand?
We're not gon' fight ya
We're not gon' have Reverend Al Sharpton sit us down and talk nothing bout nothing...nothing
Lord bless the Dead, Pimp C gone
He ain't gon' sit us down and schedule no talks
Bitch we gon' kill ya
One dot com nigga
Log on bitch
Yeah
Yeah don't-
I hate-
Don't check-don't you ask to check nothing of mine
If I'm comin into your place of business
And you scheduled for me to be there
Bitch, I don't have to be there
I have a very nice home
Ya understand?
And-I-I-Boy, Look here
Just don't be tryna check me dude
I ain't tryna steal or hurt anybody in none of them places
I'm rich as a motherfucker and thats the last thing I want,
A confrontation or a problem.
I am trying-I am-Son, Don't check me.
(Dedication 3 bitch)
Bitch.
[Wayne]
I gotta bitch named keisha she a real dick pleasa.
But shawty from cuba still workin on her visa.
Her girlfriend lisa met her in porta rica.
How she dont suck dick but expect for me to eat her.?
That hoe crazy man and you dont wanna meet her.
But her home girl nita swallow cum by the liter.
She look good in boyshorts and a beater.
But this other girl quita way sexier den nita.
I aint lyin she da...
Hottest bitch heatah...
But ima fukkin freezah...
Yea ima fukkin leave her...
Yea ima fukkin eagle...
Flyya and deepa...
Smoke like a coheba...
Ya hoe gimme cerebral...
Now get low and touch ya toes for my people.
An if you aint fukkin them then you aint fukkin me either.
Ya think ya man hot well fukk it me ether.
Heard I got gwap wanna kick it like f.i.f.a.
Everyday christmas cause im smokin that reefa.
Keep alotta bitches like queen latifah.
I am southern land not keifer.
Y-M-E fa...
Young money entertainment...
Run dummy finna bang it.
You want beef then my money wil arrange it.
I am not fukkin fina aim it.
But dat nina raw shout for me when im angry.
Yeah hollygrove beeyaatch.
Sloppy like joe ya bettah go get G.I.
All my guns knee high...
M-o-n-e-y...
Thats what I re-ly...on...im gone.
He high yup im 3high.
Im jus schoolin these fukks like de-vry.
College institution...
Violence and confusion...
Stop with your excuses...
Hip-hop I am seducin...
Eat ya like prodcers.
Eat ya like produce.
Man I fukk ya girl till her pussy got no juice.
Now she cant produce.
So you wont be needin that baby.
Cause all you really need is weezy f. baby.
[DJ Drama]
Aiight lemme vent for a minute...see the problem I got with the game is...
Theres no gate keepers in hiphop!...whose lettin these wack niggas in?...
I mean can somebody please put a combination lock on the door?...
And stop givin out the code!...got damn!
...hey millz show em how its done!
[Jae Millz]
I know a chick named tanya from around the way.
She used to go to catholic school back in the day.
Now she strippin in Sue's for a stack a day.
But she bring it all to daddy so thats okay.
I gotta bitch name lola.
True dick smokah.
Part-time broker.
Late nite she work at strokers.
Her cousin name mocha got an insane spine.
An its crazy cause I fukked em both at the same time.
I even gotta bitch in the bay named jessica.
I swear she might give the best mouth in america.
Vanessa gotta attitude but her ass mean.
She remind me of this hoe I used to fukk named sabrina.
Ugly lil thang from the home of the ravens.
I only kept her round cause her ass was amazin.
Tiffany and emily my bonifed sluts.
When I cum they touch tounges and share dat nut.
Gotta white chick down in florida name sasha.
On my momma her head golden like an oscar.
And I met her thru tasha.
At the condo she let me fukk her on the washa.
September nigga so you kno he nasty.
And if she nasty we do the nasty.
Nah I tell a bitch like this.
You gotta take like 10 dicks.
Before you meet the president.
Young money.
(Gangsta Grillz You Bastard!)
[Wayne]
I kno this one hunny.
I call her trackstar cause when we fukk she run from me.
And im hella fly and her dude dum bummy.
And I dont get girls I make her get one for me.
My weed real clummy and real gummy.
And my flow is harder then an anvil hunny.
Shoot these niggas wit the hand held hunny.
I paper chase fukk stand still money.
Niggas kill wit me and kill for me.
Best believe we ridin if the fan belt runnin.
Leave a muthafukka jus layin there bloody.
Im from the dirty and I make it rain damn thats muddy.
She just wanna be my cutty buddy.
And on these tracks I go nutty buddy.
What it dizzle.?
Iz you or iz you aint...my...fate.?
[Lil Wayne talking:]
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so you know that the future weezy imma be on this rock shit
You understand me
This real rock shit
Its gettin real crazy
But uh imma keep rappin for ya'll and shit to
Cuz I know ya'll like that shit
I know ya'll like that shit
I know ya'll like that shit
And uh just in case if ya'll want to know
What I was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz I know they probabyly cut a lot of that out
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go
Oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens
Im just tryin to mate like a fucking australian
Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin
And don't Mccain look like his heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe
Wayne Talkin.....
I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)
[DJ Drama] Hahaha you thought it was over, let me give you some D4,
Bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!!!!!
AHHHHHH!!!!!
I got the game mad, and I ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin you spend it
Hey I do it way bigger than you did it
Im sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant
Cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin you gunna fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but I like slow better....why?
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers
And if you want know bad you gunna know better yea
Im talkin young money army weezy aka I got enough money on me
Yea and yall niggers phony
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them
Haha yall really dont want me
And I blast off on beat
She make you leave and you just do you and she just do me
I told ya
[Hook]
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better)
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(It's more of a dedication, D 3!)
And this is just a mixtape, Damn
(This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!)
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be more afraid of the killa in me
[Hook 2]
Cuz Im bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
Cuz ima bouta kill um
Im bouta kill um
So fuck it ima kill um
So fuck it ima kill um
So fuck it ima kill um
So fuck it ima kill um (ya)
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya)
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me (ya)
But you should be afraid of me
[Mack Maine Verse]
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus I spit like a crack head wit no teeth
I hear you lil niggaz barkin', want more beef
You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece
And when it comes to money my shit is obese
Like della reece, I need celery
Mo' money wat the fuck these niggaz tellin' me
Im young Lucifer
Take um all to hell wit, Ya
Drop um off in a fire storm
Why young squad get a riot on
If he testify like common see the fire bomb
If you know whats best muthafucka get yo quite on
These niggaz starving out here getting they diet on
While im eatin nigga grippin on my styrofoam
One man game nigga ima die alone
For now im wit ya girl getttin my ride a ride pipa on
[Willie The Kid Verse]
Willie the kid pull guns like a hamstring
No bull I push pro v's like Pantene
Blow like a trombone
Funny niggaz tambourine
Playaz get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine
Gators day, they say its mascara wearas
And my niggaz on paper getting paper like ball playaz
No blood no foul, ya my heart cold is moscow
We NAPA kill like a hot towel
All my hoes hostile
Not me, never tell me not now
Rap niggaz forty cal tell ya brow
Roof remover
We leave your brain with more air
Maneuver, I leave your bitch wit a moist chair
Seduce her, ya
You rappers should be tired of lyin'
But I know its hard like a tire iron
But yet it complex like its Mayan science
Or Aztec math
Crazy as a mess tab
I feed niggaz like a mess hall
And yes y'all
Its Willie I address y'all
Or like a stylist
Nobodies fly is this
You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist
[Chorus]
And Ima Keep fuckin this word til ya muthafuckaz come fo' me (ya)
Don't worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me
And all these niggaz is killaz and all these killaz wit me
But you should be afraid of me
[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu
[Gudda Gudda Verse]
They say powder makes you hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer
Well ? make you dawg
While I sip the purple harlot
Thick as my sudden drawl
Put me on the ocean floor wit a mermaid wit no drawers
They got bats up in the cave
Upside down blood rushin' to they head
They reactin off a sound as I stand on the mound
Pitchin for the crown
Uptown bound face painted like a clown
Reciting scriptures from the chapters
Proverbs leviticus
Old ass rappers complainin what the business is
Bout the state of hip
Soundin like some bitches hop yo ass up off a rich nigga, dick
Its ridiculous the new school nigga
What you need to do is become a resident
Under the condition
Get yo ass up off your ass
And get your ass up on a mission
Become some competition
Like better run the dog
Young money nigga we ball
Like kobe or chris paul
For giving a whack cracker
Still sippin crystal
Wavin the lifeline
Since lifes a bitch y'all
Raisin up the skirts of jezzebels
For no cash like
"bitch give me that ass'
Or pulling up to the lot like
"give me that jag"
No pulling up to the lot like
"give me that lam"
They study me ?
Cram like im a final exam
If I hit you in your back
You'll need a spinal exam
Im something like a rhino or ram
Animal,beast
Irritating you pussies like chlamydia,yeast
YM mulisha you niggaz better retreat
Or be like this beat
R.I.P. deceased
[Hook 2]
Cuz Ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ya ima kill um
Yes Ima kill um
And ima kill um
Ima kill um
Ima kill ummummu
[Lil Wayne Verse]
Ya already, ya better call every paul barry in ya area the ball carrier gon get popped
If I'm comin 'round the block the in swing drive gets stopped
He gon drop like a flop
On the court I love sports
That's why I play my bitches cuz I got game
That's why you pay my bitches (Yaay)
Same hustle no money
Im just hip hop they like two bunnies
Who run it, b*tch nigga muaaw
That was French, nigga not
A kiss, nigga nah
No homo, rappers get ate like 4 on 4
They say I fucked so and so
And I be like so, so and so
Nike's on they neck, they like let me breathe
Im sorry but I cant piss how we feed
This is why we hot
This is how we freeze
To fast to follow
This is why we lead
And the money in the pocket isn't why we Jeezy
This is how we shoot and this is how we leave
Ya know we tote steal, this is how we ease
You can get the steal if you try these thieves now
Glass needa Swisha let me climb these trees
And im haters say we couldn't this is why we bees
This shit like puddin', puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'
Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin'
Puttin' it down like gravitys pullin' me to the ground
Shout out the blue flag,
Shout out the red flag,
Shout out the black flag,
Fuck the white flag.
I ain't talkin bout no gang bangin I just meant that surrender flag cause I don't know if niggas really reppin' white flags and shit.
So I mean the surrender flag so I don't get in no trouble.
No nigga be shootin at me I don't know what the hell happened.
Nigga, a group of white flag niggas come in, "Nigga we the white flag niggas." Like I'm sorry my nigga, damn.
Shout out Drama, thanks again for lettin me do this shit.
Dedication 3, can't wait till Dedication 4.
And uh, this one right here man this one was for my fans this was for young money this was for ya'll of course.
But this was for young money for ya'll to understand what I'm tryna do and ya'll to get a lil wiff of what I've got cookin over here and see what niggas is tryna do. Plus I wanna make it clear that every artist you hear on Young Money is most likely to be doing their own thing somewhere else so what I would love for you to do is to get, don't just listen to them over here actually get into them and see what they're doing everywhere, cause if they're good over here most likely they're great there.
I mean so, pay attention to 'em, they're makin moves. They're makin moves.
And if you wanna be down with us, it's easy. It's easy. Give a nigga some head or somethin.
Haha. No homo, not to the niggas though I ain't lookin for no more rappers.
I don't even wanna try, I'm straight. I'm lookin for straight, beautiful women. Naw I'm lyin.
[Jae Millz]
I am the real, I am the authentic,
The fact and the truth is Jae Milz.
Brown skin but I'm black in the booth.
And for the green or that white, you'll see red.
Mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread.
Then your ass dead. No need for a hospital room or a bed.
Just tell his momma to get him some nice threads.
So at least he will be a bitch ass nigaa dyin in style.
He didn't want to look up to me now he gotta look down.
Somebody better tell him on these beats I'm a beast.
Half man half animal like king goin tec. Now I'm a wreck him.
Hell ya young money is what I'm reppin'.
Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven.
Matter of fact pussy you'll get your own lame.
With no speed limits so you'll get there in a minute.
It's Dedication 3. It's no replacing we.
That is like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be.
Straight Gran n Patrone flow there is no chasin me.
And that amnesia is what my medication be.
That's that Amsterdam grade A I'm smokin in neverland.
So high I'll probably never land.
[Lil Wayne]
Muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men, muthafugg a geico add.
Fo' Fo' bulldog, fuck around and bite yo ass, shittin on you bitches now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my ass.
Bitch I'm all into like my cash, no I'm not I love my dough. got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes.
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy when he wouldn't...
Holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me, kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen heat.
I'll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you'll be the fishies feast...
Imma shark you see my fin hoe, bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple.
Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo to put a niggaz brians on the muthafuggin window..
Uggggh, damn right I'm nasty, how I come thru in that white eyed Aston.
The leather guts and might I add in it's black on chrome like Darren McFadden. yeah.
And don't be comparin my swag wit these wack-ass niggas thats o-so-swagless. yeah.
And call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores, or open like some fuggin doors.
Nigga its fugg you and I'm fuggin yours.
From the bedroom to the floors...whores
[chorus]
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh [2x]
Yeah, now how ya like me now...
[verse 1]
Got the h** goin' till 6
Press a button, watch the m*****f***er do tricks
I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new s****
While you're b**** is on my d***, like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if I loose it
Straight out the clip, that's how I spit like an oozey
You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music
I'm runnin' this and I can jump the hurdles
I feelin' like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I'm like a turtle, when I sip the purple
[chorus]
And I smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and I ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
(chuckles) so how ya like me now...
[verse 2]
Buck 60 on the dash, I'mma do two
Captain Crunch, these n***as is Fruit Loops
That's why your girl wanna f*** me and my group too
And I'mma make her back it up like "droop shoop"
I'm the Birdman Jr., I gotta do coups
I hop up out that m*****f***er, holler "Soo woo"
Hollygrove 17, I'm from the zoo crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(F*** with me) I'm on that screw juice but I keep my s*** together, not a screw loose
Yeeaahh, word to my Gucc [Gucci] boots, I'm higher than a new suit
[chorus]
Till we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh
now how ya like me now...
[verse 3]
Buck forty on a ring that I don't really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the city fair
This s*** ain't fair, I didn't have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear
I'm so aware, I'm so prepared, I'm so fly I will take off into the open air
Lift off, Cristal, please, crackers with cheese
N***a please, we on J-E-Ts like Curtis Martin and whitley green
I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing, no Reggie man
[chorus]
You know I smoke that kush...
And I ball like swoosh [2x]
The hottest, hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
You already know that, pimpin', yeah
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody goin' die tonight
You already know that, pimpin'
Hey, it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game
Unfuckin' believable, little Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar, yeah, bitch I'm heavy metaling
You can get to fuckin' Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best, and no I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless them with
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, yeah
Junior, it's Cash Money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like the scud
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud
And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million, heir to the throne
Going at their heads like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair in a comb
Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And I will take or trash it with the Lord as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen
That I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch
Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flew Lethal Weapon, book 'em Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Let's go, niggas don't see me 'cause I'm better than both
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you like I'm saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin' gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit
Ha, yeah
I'm me, I'm me, bitch, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you? Fuck you, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch
The hottest, hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
You already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody goin' die tonight
You already know that, pimpin'
Came in the game as a youngin, signed wit cash money,
Pocket full of money, niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public it's a whole notha subject,
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it,
And i'm on the streets with it, i'm on the streets with it,
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it
Uhh it's weezy baby like the last shit
A big car and a bad bitch, uhhhh soo fly i need an ass kick
These niggas ballin by accident uhh, keep talkin nigga fuck up ya body
Send ya home and tell ya mom it was an acciden,
Uhh i'm a g till the casket drop on my glasses, fast money i'm the fastest,
I got that hustlers pasion ya knoww, dem boys back at the ass end
I'm at the bank tryna cash in aye
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin
See ya ass in public it's a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it
And i'm on the streets with it, i'm on the streets with it,
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it
It's been murda bitch i make a killin,
Insurance papers in the safe money in tha ceiling,
I got pillow case full of pistols
Come throught a nigga house and aim at the pillows,
Uhh wake up wake up fuckin with them boys u can wake up taped up,
Ya dig now gon' an drink that lake up
Stick em in the trunk let em feel that bass pump
Deez niggas is nuts man that m14 leave you physically fucked
Deez niggas is ducks well you can call me scrooge because i'm swimmin in bucks
Bitch
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public and it's a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it they just talkin bout it,
And i'm on the streets with it i'm on the streets with it
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it okay
Yea yea to hot to cold, red hot blue cold, yea i knock ya melon out ya fruiit bowl
All my guns black i got true soul yeah and i call my coupe the black panther
Blat... blat... blat thats the gat anthem, and if a nigga play with family for that matter
Imma smoke so many niggas imma catch cancer, and if i step up out this benzo
U know i'm commin with a gun like a nintendo
They soft them niggas fallin when the wind blow and i'm rollin up my window
Fuck em
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin
See ya ass in public and it's a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it,
And i'm on the streets with it, i'm on the streets with it
See from where i come from you gotta be about it
Prada jeans... 300 dollars
Gucci slippers... 500 dollars
Spendin all your money to make these white folks rich... priceless
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh... uhhh
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh...uhhh
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Pocket full of money and some dark shades... flow so current he can start waves
Game like butter he parkay... love me some head like chardays
Dropping quarters like the arcade... get high with my animals in our cage
And you can see us if you star gaze... creole boy baby i sautees
On your mark... ready... start place
Thats just you... makin my heart race
And i may be the opposite... but im'a let you operate
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Yah... yah
And i know she want a d boy... so im'a pop up on her like (?)
I got that magic... like bruce leeroy
And if this isn't it... then love has a decoy
Her body sicker than a retard... and i bet i got the medicine she need for it
And i bet i got the medicine to keep goin...
She shoots me with happiness... and i bleed joy
No ban aid for me boy... a loss of blood yah the girl got me weak boy
Yah i see you... and i see you... when i see you
Girl your the one... can i be two
And if your love is clear... then i see thru
Then they yell clear... and i pull thru
You saved my life... baby i would too
And they say...
Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is
With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor
Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery...
Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite
Been running for too long
It's time to give me mine
Time to time to give me mine, time to give me mine
Benn running for too long, it's time to give me mine
I'm so far ahead man
What they talking bout, Fee, they ain't saying shit
It could weak a whole court, like Stan Smith
Or Judge Judy, you niggas betta shoot me
Cause I bought my mans a glock, and I bought myself a uzi
Don't confuse me, no they don't amuse me
I come after the money, like Wednesday come after Tuesday
I told Stunna I'm wylin', he say don't worry I got ya
He told me, cut the heads off, and bring 'em back for papa
Yea, dem niggas gettin scurred, word
All dat talkin, just a whole bunch of verb
Pussy ass nigga got a whole bunch of nerve
I have 'em put yo picture on a whole bunch of shirts
I smoke a lot of weed, and drink a whole bunch of syrup
I like brain, so I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds
Heh, I am number 1
Cause 2 is not a winner, and no one remembers third
Wizzle F. Baby, yea (bitch!)
See, money is the topic, baby
See, I'm a giant, all these otha niggas mockin, baby
They microscopic, baby
Big crib, I can't even hear 'em knockin, baby
Headed to the top, like I'm tied to a rocket, baby
To all the foreign woman, let's make a tropic, baby
I got so many bitches, I could make a combilation
I'd like to thank the haters, for yo cooperation
I got dat docter chopper, give you an operation
Nigga this is my crusaders, kill for confromation
We all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste 'em
I hope they momma raised 'em, cause they got bitch ways
If they don't pay for ya, they get ya back dead
Real talk, stop walkin on ya back legs
Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage
I used to tote a 32 up in my crack days
I tote dat AK-47 in my rap days
I'm comin, Wizzle F. Baby (bitch!), yeah
Come and get it, anyone can get it
But since I'm the president, I'll be a lil more politic
I'm chillin in the clinic
Cause dats how many nurses, I got working on my dizzick
Snakes in the grass, rats, lizards
But 'round here, snitches don't exist like wizards
Hoe this ain't punch, I'm sippin on some sizzurp
I roll a fat joint, and do my fingers like scissors
Da game so cold, I done had my share of blizzards
But now I got dat big money runnin like rivers, nigga
I'm hear to get my shit straight, burner on the hip waist
Leave a nigga street full of bones, like a fish plate
Yea, I'm from the hood, but now I'm livin in a rich way
Swear I got on my knees, and thanked God for this day
So say what you wanna say
I need to throw a cup of water in my face
Sweet street pusha
Gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff (look up)
I took her
I like a red bone, pretty feet,slim waist, cute face
Girl if thats you then put yo info in my two way.
Girl you a star me and you can make a movie
She said them diamonds on my chain look like kool-aid
And when im gone she be missing me like school days.
Alright, i like a bitch
That like a bitch
Fucking right im rich
And i aint gettin hitched
Im gettin paid in full
Just call me money mitch
Ballin like tony gwen
Im never lonely in that penthouse
And all the time a nigga thinks shes at her friends house
Ok i put the phantom up and bought the bent' out
Its weezy baby bitch im hot like all the vents out...
Haha
It go hollygrove, seventeen, cambelton, eagle street
Runnin with my hood til my feet gets sore
Run up on them boys and you aint runnin no more
I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle
And the guns go
... haha
Why ya boyfriend acting like secret service
Ima get you by yourself and get my secret service
Im on the purple urple and now the earth is bouncin
Ive climbed the highest mountain
And baby girl the coupe is fountain blue
You see them green and yellow diamonds call it mountain dew
I got the crib in the sky with city view
And i take a skinny bitch if her titties new
Hahaha
Now what it do
Gucci shoes, gucci buckle, gucci belt, gucci bucket
Sharper than the yellow number 2, i doesnt what i do
And if you didnt know, now you knew
I am the fireman
Red truck yellow suit...
And i treat money like glue
You know i gotta stick to the paper...
You know im like a staple
Thats why i got the cashmoney right above my navel
Young money is the label
Money, bitches and cable
We multiplyin money, sittin at the time table... haha
So holla at a nigga when you see me on the grind
And bust that pussy open like we runnin out of time
And dont say a word
Just act like a mime
The girl may be yours but the pussy is mine
Woo... Its Feel Good... Arite Yea... Carter 3... All Day... Lets Play
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Dat We Did It Before
Ok Put Ya Hands Up If U Did It Before
And Now Ur Girl Lookin At Ya Cause She Didnt Had Know
And Now Everybody Sayin Dat U Did It Before
And U Know Dats Because Dey Probably Didnt Before
Cause If Dey Did It Before
It'll Be Different Though
I Wonder If Tammy Knows Dat I Did It Before
Wit Lisa I Wonder If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
I Know Dey Did It Before
Da Day We Did It But Oh
If Dey Didnt Before
Den We Didnt Before
We Can Can Get It Fo Sho
Cause If She Wt It I Know
She Should Be Wit Fo Sho
Imma Tear Dat Pussy Up Like I Didnt Before
And After I Did It Dey Wer History Though
Wen I See Em I Act Like I Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Like We Didnt Before
But We Did It Before
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Dat We Did It Before
Yea... So If You Did It Before
Be A Pro U Got To Act Like U Did It Before
And Every Time I Meet A Girl Dat Say She Didnt Before
U Know I Got To Act Like I Never Did It Before
But She Will Be Dumb If She Didnt Had Know
Dat I Did It Before
Cause I Did It Before
And She Will Be Dumb To Think I Didnt Had Know
Dat She Did It Before
She Probably Did It Galow
So We Did It Some More
And We Did It Some More
Like Busta Rhyme Said She Holla Give Me Some More
So We Did It Some More
Yea We Did It Till Four
And Wen 4:01 Came She Was Hitten Da Door
Not Fixen To Go
Butshe Was Hitten Da Door
And I Was Probably But Naked Just Twisten Da O
Den I Call My Homies Up And Kick Da Shit How It Go
And I Know Dey Gon Lay Off Cause Dey Did It Before
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Dat We Did It Before
Ok Allot Folks Dont Like To Say Dey Did It Before
Wishen Dat Everybody Didnt Had Know
Dat Dey Did It Before
Like If Dey Did It Below
Or If Dey Did Wit More
Da One I Did It For Dough
Well If U Didnt Den So
Be Cool Wit It And Flow
And Just Rock Wit Everybody Dat Don Did It Before
I Know I Did It Before
You Know You Did It Before
How Come U Aint Wit Know But U Was Wit It Before
Oh..Dats Your Best Friend Yea Yall Kick It I Know
Yall Probably Did It Before
She Probably Licked It Before
Like It Was Liquid Before
Yea I Can Vision U Both
Like I Don Did It Before
Cause I Don Did It Before
Ok I Know 2 Girls Dat Don Did It Before
But I Wonder If Dey Know Dat We Did It Before
If The Other Girl Know Dat We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
Shit I Wonder If She Know Or If She Didnt Had Know
Dat We Did It Before
Yea We Did It Before
(feat. Twista)
This fire is ...burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city, burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city
This fire is ...burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city [4x]
[Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)]
Stop playing wit me, cannon in my hand and I'll be damn if any man disrespect in my land
Intercept a nigga pass, inaffective ass nigga
I'm the f-f-fireman but I'll whap that ass nigga
My vessel pump nigga I'm a special ass nigga
No frontin I'm in front of these extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter
Open up the Mazerati fuck a highway trooper
Cuz now-a-days dudes'll run & tell the troopers
So I hope the same trooper could find ya when I lose ya
These niggas talkin' out the side of they medulas
Preserve a nigga put his body in the cooler
Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy & get smoked like buddah
Who the fuck wanna get it in they next breath
Gasoline all you do is step (fire)
[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city
[Verse 2 (Twista)]
Niggaz shook watch weezy and his daddy show em' heaven, auto revin'
I'ma burn 'em up like ladder 47 wit a mac11
Try to shoot up every part of you wit my arsenal I'm a arsonist
Or the 40cal wit the 50 clip uh uh,
you don't want no parts of this. I'ma do your medula, I'll pop your oblongata
Call the doctor
Homie you are not Baby, not the Twista & not the Carter
Don't be coming to me acting petty when I carry glocks to carve ya
Stop tomorrow
You can break my hands, I write wit my mind
you can't stop the author
Try to run up on the block why bother
I'ma shoot 'em wit the pump & then I go & throw his body in a ditch & won't nobody ever find you
And won't nobody talk cuz I'm a real street mobster
Ghetto gangstas I don't eat pasta
Only fuck her wit the shrimp & the lobster
Murder that pussy whole in ya boy
When I'm dressed up like a robsta
I'm know as a shot connect, stay burnin sticky
And we gettin scummy stead of gettin money that's why I'm on 50
Shit, I only be fuckin wit niggaz that earnin wit me
If you try then you goin die
On fire cuz I'm so hot
Watch how we burn this city
[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) we going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, we going to burn this city, burn this city
[Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)]
Sicker than the bird flu
I am the birdman Jr. & you niggaz just bird food
We living in a whirl pool
You gotta eat or get ate & you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog will treat you niggaz just like steak
Dinner, I'm that nigga, take a break
Muthafucka it's a perfect mistake, I'm great
Murder, renegade music, my flow stupid
I'm cold, I spit mucus
I'm tight like suitors, righteous, ruthless
Strap, shoot ya, we rich, sue us
Snitch, leave 'em, Bitch, sue us
Pushin up daises, roses, petunias
Wakes, funeral, service, communion
I'm hotter than a motherfucking hot boys reunion
Weezy
[Hook]
This fire is outta control, (Cuz I'm the fireman fire f-fireman) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (You can spark it up & I'ma put you out) We going to burn this city, burn this city
This fire is outta control, (Weezy, allergic to wintertime hot) We going to burn this city, burn this city
Hey baby look here, I got this new song I wrote, it's got that nice slow groove that everybody dancin' to, and when I play it, it kinda remind me of me and you. I mean, there's one more thing I want to talk about. It's time for you to come home, everybody got their problems I'm dealing with mine. I done gave up them narcotics, I'm a changed man.
She loves me, she loves me not.
How many ways can I say I'm done fishin'.
You wanted the role, smash the audition.
Havin' a partner for a man in my position eliminates the cooks in the kitchen.
Still I got a taste for that fast food, foreign cars, many women.
And some say it's the life I was given.
I say it don't matter if I work at Mc-E-D's.
I still got a fix for what you got between ya knees.
On a new broad, you still one to one.
Every once in again I like havin' some fun.
No disrespect intended but what's done is done.
Women steppin' out for love, men do what to come.
Not a playa like Pun, but when shorties get the grabbin' on me.
The last thought I get is Koobie run.
To them girls wishin' on a star that's will stun.
But I gotta tell it like it is hun, one.
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin' don't go breakin' my heart.
We was high school sweethearts, talkin' since we was teens.
Every morning, and every evening.
Ten years later she eatin' that mean cuisine.
I'm on the field, straight gone of that creatine.
In the NFL which mean Not For Long.
City to city, all the groupies they hop along.
Word get back to wifey, she like "Stop the song,"
I'm takin' the kids to my mommas, I'm out, I'm gone.
Momma was like Baby now I hate to see your tears.
But I've been with your daddy for 'bout 35 years.
And in my day I had to turn a blind eye to cheating.
But I ain't never had to wear no black eye from beatings.
As long as he doing right, by you and your kids.
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he is.
I ain't sayin' that it's right but we often pay the price.
Cause a womens life is love, a mans love is life.
And he gon' live it to the fullest, and I ain't tryna pull you down or sound like a broken record.
But you should know by now that all niggas is dogs.
Better to have a rich pit then a broke german shepard.
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin' don't go breakin' my heart.
I say I don't have nothin' if I don't have you.
Like Shadai, we got the sweetest taboo.
And my game is skin deep, like your first tattoo.
I gets all in ya head just like shampoo.
I just wanna fuck with you like rude polices.
I don't want a broken heart because I lose the pieces.
Hey, girl don't play with my gangsta.
And have the boy blue like a Texas Ranger.
And I know cheaters never get crowned.
So I play "fair" like roller coasters and clowns.
You gotta hold ya soldier down.
Even when the war is lookin' it is right around the corner.
And you don't want to leave me, believe me.
Cause I could turn you on like a personal TV.
It's young weezy, I know what ya thought.
But I'm just here to play my part, so don't go breakin' my heart.
She say she love me, won't leave me, won't ever let me go.
But if you're thinkin' of leaving you need to let me know.
UH HUH
Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new
Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new
Fuck you bitch, I'm actin' brand new
I'm cold like a midnight in Aspen
I am the president and the assassin
Cameras, on big lights, action
Welcome to the show, I am the main attraction
Money in the mattress, money in the attic
Money on my mind, money is my habit
Stay on the grind until the money's automatic
Bitch I love money I'm a fucking fanactic
All day strapped grip tight, graspin'
Say what? Who me? Click-Clack, blast 'em
Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins
Gotta ride big cuz i am like a captain
You know i'm a boss, chillen, relaxin
Probably in my office, doin' my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket,
And I don't even have time to practice
I got ice, ridiculous price
Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm)
I'm fishin and the bitches will bite
It's prolly cuz my game is fixin in tight, Right
I'm fuckin every bad bitch twice
And if she does'nt wear panties then I'll fuck her on sight
I'm nasty like spice
I know what she likes
I can make a black women scream like she white
I can make a white women scream like Mike
But before she start singin', she gotta check my Mic
Niggas just hatin'
And I dun lost sight
It's like i don't see 'em I only see the night
You talkin that shit but you boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight?
Louis V tennis shoes, big brown stripe
You think you fresh, Nigga I'm ripe
Brand new coupe, drivin' crazy then the mother's
Sittin' low in the seats with the burner sittin' under
Got my tank top toppe on it
Prolly ain't summer
But I ride like that cuz I'm hotter than the others
Damn, theres no keepin up with the brother man
I can spell my name in burnt rubber
I'm gone
Leave me alone
Now the dog is at supper
You can wash my plate an put it back in the cupboard
I'm so far ahead of them suckers
Im gonna have to start rappin' in numbers
I promise the flows don't stop they come rappin like thunder
Young Face slangin, Ya Ya Ya
Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake
Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way
I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm a H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey
For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains
Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg that ain't me
These elbows hit the scene back in '83
I stay street with it, dun asked that
You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack
I rollover rodents with rims on em
Sniffing out a rat, I expose them and then bend on em
I lotta bitches but they claiming they O.G.s
A straight up pussy, he claims he knows me
See I puttin out these VVdees
Let my shit hit the streets, he got to squat to pee
Got them eggs on these beams, so they watchin' me
Might trap for a rat, pussy watch and see
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long time
Gettin' Jake for a long time
E&J; for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
Been a G, for a long time
Been in the streets, for a long time
Toting heat, for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
It's your price, but I ain's scared
It's my pleasure to say it right, don't think I ain't said
They got prices on my, nigga I don't slip
Clips longer than giraffe necks, that's why I don't trip
Just open up and let em rip, nothing new to a G
Hey, I ain't worried about these niggas, till they shoot at me
My partner died, daughter too, your excuses to me
Still a busta ass rapper I'm refusing to be
Scarface seem to think I'm the king,
You're a fool if you think,
There's another new, young rapper dude out there that's cooler than me
I choose in the V, brand new with the beat
I live real life like I say I do in the beat
Yeah, true indeed I do indeed
Do it for the O.G.s and the true MCs
Them bustas say this year I got brand new and it's all phat
But the fightin' in the club, I'm done with all that
Nigga, his ass out of line, then his ass gettin' whacked
Give a west-side 10 stacks and that's that
But maybe less as a matter of fact
Nigga don't be testin' the professor, What's the matter with cats
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long time
Gettin' Jake for a long time
E&J; for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
Been a G, for a long time
Been in the streets, for a long time
Toting heat, for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I Been doing this shit, nigga who are you
Little nigga I done seen keys bigger than you
Nigga, you ain't know shit,
Cut off a nigga head, make him suck his own dick
How the game go
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)?
Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)?
Yaaahhhh!
Came here to exercise my game
Spreadin' love to the hood's, how I do my thang
Smokin' with my homies, barbecuing them wangs
Sip hennesy and coke, cause I don't fuck with dranks
Hoe pop pills either cause that shit ain't coll
We just drunk and mad dawg fo we went to school
Lik off, back then I was smashin' boys
Jump wrong, you saw a nigga get his ass destroyed
Same rules right now, I demand respect
If I slap one hoe, then her man's is next
I'm a kick door robber, A hot shot driver
A crack rock slingin muthafucka for a dollar
If you dare to be laid, then off in the acky
But if it ain't no way, then best believe I'm take it off a
A Nigga with no hustle, it ain't work it yet
And a bitch like that is even worse than death
Out in the hood bullshittin' is what this game can cost him
And if a nigga can't maintain mane he lost it
Be a nerd, and they fuck nerds in jail I heard
As a nigga, I'm up in here with my balls and my word
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long time
Gettin' Jake for a long time
E&J; for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
Been a G, for a long time
Been in the streets, for a long time
Toting heat, for a long time
Nigga, try to get like me
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
Microphone check 12 or just 1-2
I am me who are f*** you
And i'm 1-2 high you should look up to me
My french girls love it when we smoke the ooey
On bellow fronts i do and we smoke the ooey
I do me she feels me cummin like new teeth
I got paper like loose leaf
Come over here and maybe you can get a few sheets
My bodies unique like the sisteen chapple
Fresh (fresh) 6 pineapples
I should cut myself to see if my bloods red
Baby i brainstorm call me flood head
Married to the money
And if she leaves me bury me money
And when your not good then your arrogance is funny
You're going to love me baby
Fresh checkerboard Vans and a t-shirt
And it's going down, but she first
My flow sweet, make my teeth hurt
I spit ice cream bars, thats dessert
To me theres no such thing as a G-1st
Ya, my feature price high like a mink purse
I smoke a whole reef of the reefer
Drugs are bad but I beg to defer, sir
I just take a look at her face
So she can see that my shades are Versace, and she purr
Cause I'm a cool cat per say
So I give her my life and now I got 8, word
She asked me to go over her place, I said sure
She said shes been horny all day, I got the cure
I'm on her like turf
Now bring that ass, bring that ass, bring that ass hurr Ya Digg
I, I, I Don't know that you been told
But I can tell you something 'bout me
I smoke weed, I drink, and I roll
Now is you fucking with me
Now I can't tell shit 'bout the next man
But he ain't got nothing on me
Rapping is my hobby
My house has a lobby
My bitches act snobby
Because I feed them thousands
I know that didn't rhyme
But I'm only being honest
You can't pay me in cash now I'm only seeing commas
I swear I got on Sak's 5th Boxers right now
I'm trying to milk the game as if the game was a cow
I had and Eddie Bau Expedition 7 years ago
My grandma used to tell me that she swear I've been here before
I used to wear braids like Jasons Lyrics, Whoa
I spent a bundle on the cross because I'm spiritual
And I can never pass a physical, I stay high
High as the voice of Akon
And make mine a straight with no chase
Hold the ice, I got enough on anyway
And when they see the boy, they hyperventelate
I got them running after me like I'm about to win a race
Cause I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
Never entertain the suckers with the hating business
I'm on the Yacht playing table tennis
Expensive linen, women sinning
Adultry, Compulsively
I'm an arsonist on this beat, blaze fire
The door closed to the booth, I feel like a caged lion
Ya, let me loose, now let me get em
Cause I ain't going back and forth like Badmitton
No I will never drop the ball like Bad Mitten
And I ain't been conceited I'm just Ad-mitting
I flow cocky, Got hand rhythum
I got this bitch on lock like Sam Quinton
I'm tough daddy, What's poppin gangsta
I'm trying to keep my pockets fat like Opera singers
So sharp, If you touch me I chop your fingers
I'm on top of the game like Helicopter angles
I see you niggas, I hope your having fun
I hope you have a gun
This shit is crazy, it's little baby
I'm here to take it, and it's looking vacant
Cause I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
Now I'm gonna go off on them
At first I was going soft on them
But now it's time to go hard
Bustin, Bangin Boguard
Took a shit in your yard
Take a piss on your Broad
Make a list of your Boys
And go and murder them all
Life is short, Ya a midget told me that
And I always thought I was fly like a had a pigeon on my back
But I got these stitches on my back
A vision on my back
Don't try to run up on me, I got precision with that gat
I don't Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
All I got to do is Tat
Bet I hit my target like a fucken Dart mat
My address is Cloud 9
See and you shall find
Weezy on the grind
I'm about my Frankenstein
You know me, Ya from my Lincolns to my Franklins
See I make that money stretch and connect like an anklet
Keep them bitches running in and out of my house like a Banquet
And I don't even speak their language
And if the bitch boyfriend get angry
Then my niggas turn around and tell his whole clique
Fuck that Nigga, Pussy Ass Nigga!
Fuck that Nigga! Ya
Cause I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog (You know that)
I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Bitch I'm a Beast, Hoe I'm a Dog
Ya you know that I'm a Beast, I'm a Dog
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help!, Help!
So sick need a doc, yes
A creature, monster like the lockness
I gets hotter by the toc, when I sizzle to death
I just tell the clock give me a sec
In the middle of the war where my enemy at
I'm running this shit like Eric B enemy back
Cause everytime I hit a track I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying out "where the sympathy at"
I attack before you begin to react
I'm from the dirt where the Beatles and John Lennon be at
And now these niggas looking yellow like a penalty flag
It's Weezy baby with this hustle until infinity, ya
Like somebody let the dog out the kinnle and ran
Whoever did it was a very smart women or man
Cause I'm coming like the stomp of every marching band
I need y'all to arch your hands and pray for me
I need...
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
Help!, Help!
Help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
Help, you know I need someone
I Know you See The Gwap 'Cause Getting Money Is What We
Riding Drop Top In The Winter With The Heat On
Bad Yellow Bitch Keep My Passenger Seat Warm
Leg Hanging Out The Winda you Ain't Got These On
Bitch Holla It Is Lil Weezy
They Can Not See Me They Are Like Stevie
I Am Bareing A Ton Like Lee-V
I Circle Your House Like Bee-Bee
Colder than The He-Be-Gee-Bees
Never Give Free Bees 75 Thousand For These Beats
Shid I Can Get A 100 Thousand Up In These Jeans
Big Stacks My Pockets On Crillteen
Young Money Dipset Nigga We A Team
If you Don't Like It Nigga Fuck you No Vaseline
Errr I Peel Off In The Lambergine
Like A Tangerine Got The Industry Straight Shaking Like
A Tamberine
Like A Bitch With Some Lips Like Angaline Not Jolie
Hoe Lee Got Flow Id Go Where No Other Guy Go
Fuck You Hoe I'm So 5 0 4
I Hope Every Snitch Die Slow
Hip-Hop That's My Hoe I Know She Know I Like It Wet
Don't Want No Dry Hoe
Alright Bitch I Am D-Boy No Decoy And I Will Straight
Up Destroy
Any Boy Arman And I Prefer Money then Bitches Are Just
Need For
We Are Young Money Bitches And I Am The Lee-Dor
He Are Currency Mac Maine And Bboy And I Just Signed
A Chick Named Nicky Ne-Norge
And Me I'm Still Spitten Like A Retard
And These Niggas Soft They Should Be Rapping In
Leotards
Nigga We In Charge Baby Put Me In Charge
And I'm Just Murdering Niggas Free Of Charge
You Digg Just Holla Back I See You Sarge
And I'm So Fucking High I Could Eat A Star
Yeah And Let Me Upgrade you
you May Not Be A Model But I Can Front Page You
you Know I'm Nasty Excuse My Behavior
Let Me Just Taste You We Can Fuck Later
Sitting In The Coop Looking Like A Racer
Top Peeled Back Like The Skin Of A Potato
Seat Way Back Listen To Anita Baker
Riding By Myself Smoking Weed By The Acre
Hollygrove Gata Ain't Nobody Greater
Leave With Some Bullet Holes The Size Of Craters
you Ain't Heard The Latest Weezy F The Greatest
Battle Anybody Nigga Fuck Away Your Favorite
It's A New Game And I'm The Coach Like Avery
Leave It To The Flow We Getting Doe Like A Bakery
I Don't Really Want To But These Niggas Making Me
Put A Motherfucker On Ice Like The Maple leaves
That's A Hockey Team And I Ain't On No Hockey Team
But I'm A Champion Where's The Fucking rocky theme?
Damn Rest In Peace Applo Creed
I'm a Monster Everyday Is Halloween
A lot Of Syrup A lot Of Pills And A Lot Of Weed
And I Keep My Pockets Green Like A Pot Of Peas
And If you Hating Baby you Can Get A Shot Of These
These Nut In Your Mouth Can you Swallow Please
Haha Yeah I'm So Hot I Freeze
Big Balls And They Jangle Like A lot Of Keys
Even Deaf Bitches Say Hi To Me
She Tell The Blind Bitches She Say I Gotta See
Young Carter Darling Understand I Am Micheal Jordan
Balling
Yes I'm a Dog I'm a Haul You Homie
Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, Da Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely I'm gonna die with my finger on the trigger,
They tell me don't get high, and not to try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
My eyes is so wide as (it rise in )the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she (steallin), I'm gonna kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck you, hospital, young money, we're the illest,
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was "The Gremlins"
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing,
And you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
'Cause the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that I'm gonna be in it
The sky is the limit,
Buck Ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it,
Switching lane faster than she switch subject,
Tell a bitch don't talk to me,
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free,
And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap,
'Cause I'm the type to let money talk for me,
My flow is art, unique,
My flow can part a (sea),
The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,
By any means, and you're just sardine,
I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my p.r.ps.,
What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,
And majority of my city is (rowdy),
They tried to make a brand new map without us,
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,
And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,
And I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And I'mma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
Cause the sky is the limit,
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the living room sofa,
(that's fucked up, ha ha)
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, put a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)
And I'm a G,
And you ain't gotta know (the alphabets) to (C),
I know that my whole city is depending on me,
And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never forget the streets,
So you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
'Cause the sky is the limit,
They tell me don't get high, and not to try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
'Cause the sky is the limit,
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
Weed and syrup is the combination
And the inspiration
As for you pussy niggas
I just realize you can f**k with me and you never will
Bitch ass niggas, weezy f. baby believe dat, haha, yeah
I got them 24 inches sittin on the joe buddens
In the trunk straight jumpin
Bitch I can't hear nuthin
And I might do the spurs sittin on them tim duncan
And in the Lambourgini I do donuts like dunkin
Canary bad bitch with a pussy wanna f**k em'
But I just feed em' girls and watch em' f**k each other
My neck was 100 and my wrist was another
And make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle
On my beats I'm a dog I should rap wit a muzzle
Peyton manning flow I just go no huddle
Baby girl gettin straight dick no cuddle
You know I'm out this world
I just brought a space shuttle
I'ma put some d's on that bitch
And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit
Have you seen her? who? nina she's on my hip
Yellow white diamonds call em' cheese on my grits
You niggas ain't ballin real talk you niggas can't guard me
Two niggas can't gurad me you lookin at jordan
From the side like spike at the garden
I got the hardest bars just call me the wardin haha
Yeah excuse me pardon I break a bitch down like tonya harden
Bitch I'm cole not dude off martin
Pockets just fat like the clumps and norbit
Bitch I'm fly like the magic carpet
And bitch I'm fresh like a pack of orbitz
See I'ma take it back to new orleans
And bitch I'ma shine in the land of darkness
And which I'ma grind till my stacks is as tall as a wall is
And I'm high don't wanna know how deep the fall is
No I can't come down
And everytime I send my girl out of town I put some d's on that bitch
Im a certified gansta haters make me nauseous
And the money makes me anxious
Listen how my words are poet like langston
Dreads down my back like I come straight from kingston
But I come from hollygrove 17 danger zone
So many c notes I can sing a song
T-top coupe lookin like a thong
Gurl on my dick she treats it like a bone
I don't wanna be right if gettin high is wrong
My eyes so low it look like I come from hong kong
Boy I got more green than a bitch with don juan haha
Ok I'm not a rookie I'ma pro
Methasene fiend, make the homies say ho!
And make all the girlies scream
I am a vegetarian and I only eat beats
Wear alot of carrots and I smoke the best greens
No beef in my grocery bag just some swishes
And a whole bunch of cans of whoop ass haha
I'm strapped like a bookbag
So anyone of ya'll can come and get a foot tag
D.o.a ride all night sleep no way
Sleep when I lay six feet deep and until that day
I'ma be living like it is that day
Yeah, I keep holding on, I say bitch I been hot
Bitch the stove been on
If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone
F**k you and the horse you rode in on
Yeah so cool shorts and my kobe's is on
Lookin slicker than the lane that you bowling on
If they didn't tell you I'm the shit
Then they told you wrong
Bitch I'm bubbling like soda foam
In the styrofoam cup
You whats in my styrofoam what
S-y-r up thats my car yup
Damn She Bad
Damn She Thick
And I May Not Know Perfect But Damn She It
And She Thick And She Right
Damn She Nice
You Can Be My Judge Baby... Yeah I'll Do Life
Gimme Life
And I Know That You'll Be Dancing 'Til Your Toes Hurt
But I Can Make Your Toes Curl I Can Make Your Soul Jerk
We Can Soul Search
And I Also Got That Street Credit I Got More Work... Than Any Dude... You... Knew
Girl I Am A Blood *SUR*
I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo
I Will Change My Name To Boo And Fuck Around And Call You
Now What You Wanna Do?
Because... Whatever That May be Baby I Want Do That Too
And Oh I Could G.P.S. You Now What You're Going Through
And Like A Pair Of Wet'N'Sticky Vickies Girl I'm On You
OK Ma The Mood Is So Right
Light 2 And Take Flight
My Nigga T.I. Is The King I Am The Prince... You're Knight..Right
You Don't Need A Superman... You Just Need A Man Like Weezy
[Ciara:]
Baby
[Lil Wayne:]
And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way
We Can Postpone And Stay Home Like A Rain Date
She'll Have The Salad Just Put Her On Wayne's Plate
What You Know 'bout Having Syrup Poured On That Pancake?
Nasty As I Wanna Be... But Nasty As You Like Me Too... B
I Hope You Like Me Too But Now You Know I Like You Too
3 A.M. Room Service... Serve You
You Can Be My Dessert... My Caramel Sherbet
Call Your Mama We Can Make A Baby
And The Way You Work The Mic In The Video Is So
[Ciara:]
Crazy
[Lil Wayne:]
And The Chair Or Stool Move Was Cool
You Make Me Wanna Ooh
But I'm Be Cool I Need A Moment
I Think You are The Finest Human On Earth
We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework
Take Your Ass To School Too Boo
Teach You All The Rules You Never Knew
We Need A Moment
I Can Be Your Future
I Can Be Your Teacher
Be Your Proffessor... Write Down This Lecture
You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework
I Can Be Your Tutor And Help You With Exams
No Feelings? Or It's Summer Time For You
You Got Them Goodies And I Got A Sweet Tooth
Now Can yall Blame Me?
Shit... Hov Got B And I Just Want C
See I Just Want To See If You're Taller Than Me
Naw Really I Wann' See If You are Mrs. Carter To Be
Yeah I Know This Is Pretty Awkward For Me
But I Just Act Like You Are Talking To Me When You Say
[Ciara:]
Ooohhh...
I Mean Everything That I Say...
From The Bottom Of My Heart...
I Would Never... Never Ever... Hurt You.
I Open My Heart... Open My Heart
[Lil Wayne:]
Believe That.. And I Agree That
Open Up Your Heart To Me And You Won't Get Your Key Back
Miss Ciara You Are Colder Than Blue
And Baby I Ain't Talking To Nobody Else But
[Ciara:]
You...
There's Nothing I Won't Do Baby...
To Spend My Life With You...
I Give My Life To You...
I Promise That I Will Never Lie... Oh
[Lil Wayne:]
Ayyy Sweetheart...
Ay, I Don't Care What Nobody Say Real Niggas Gonna Show Respect
Ya Dig!
Ayy Darling You are All That...
Whatever That Is...
I'd Sure Like To Know
Ha Ha!!
Let Me cut That Out
But Straight Up Mama...
I Just Did This Ma Because You Deserve It, young carter
And who i be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby,
And I got em on they knees, saying baby,
Im a goodfella, they bout to make me
But I been made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice cold
I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole
I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
Back for the M*tha F*ckn title its your idle,
Get money 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on
Thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss
Bitch I'm on that leaaaan,
Yeah, and I'm on that green
Won a championship I'm still on that team
Yeah, and I'm ya woman's dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so damn clean
These leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans
You wouldn't know that you don't roll like me
We in the building everything cool until i scream (yeah)
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
Ridin' in the caddy mo'
Blowin like sachmo
I'm highly strapped low
Baby go from what ya know
Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', same game
Cash money still, do it for the money
Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car
Backyard theme park, front yard car show
I'm somewhere in the house
And it's like where's waldo?
Ten bricks straight powder air cargo
Weezy F. straight hustlin' no barcode
You don't know what my heart holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule
Put some weight on her back make her ass move
She give daddy money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, that's a man jewels
45 for the Jag dude
Hey where we from, new orleans
Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes
And what we drink? (drank)
That lean (lean)
Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
And what we smoke? That piffy (you know)
Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip
I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch
I move the heavy ass gun from my hip
Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm steady as crack wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat
I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack
I'm just tryin' to let my hair back
And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
Champagne clear liquor put that beer back
Got work so cheap it's on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take care of that
And feds buy mixtapes yeah I'm aware of that
But this here is the suffix you scared of dat
When you get shot you know where ya at
I'm from de cocaine era, packs in my stroller,
Two beepers and a flip, startech Motorola,
Bally silts? Kangol tilts,
Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush yo lips,
My affiliates contract hits,
I let da street declare war when you want dat beef,
Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride,
Loyalty came first and we dont switch no sides,
Imma savage on the block, nickel rocks, and heroin hopes,
I walked da ghetto like them, but I was takin my notes
Certified goon, the locks on standby
I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (C.M.B.)
A bad bitch wit hips
And two niggas on the interstate takin them trips
Im into carrots like Bugs Bunny
Young Brisco, da New Cash Money
(Waaah) Reportin live from da booth,
Im killin these bitches, Young Wayne ??,
Untamed and loose, plus drank and juice,
I was once a spark, into a flame it grew,
I dont complain to you, dont complain to me,
Erbody got beef and I just came to eat,
Im in da game for D, if you in my lane I beat,
I been runnin this shit and i aint neva sprained my knee,
And guess who came home, Roney da OG,
He still on paper, nigga we neva free,
And fo my homie Streets imma twist one up,
He cant even hit da kush he gotta piss in da cup,
What is dis on my wrist, shit its sicker than uggh,
Yo Brisco, there aint a sky bigger than us,
Wats good im in diamonds is you tippin or what,
I took ya bitch and she aint comin back to work fo a month, Weezy!
Im in da all red slide spur?, sittin on Ashantis,
Wit a bad red bone dat look somethin like Ashanti,
Ok, Light brown, tan medina,
Wit a, light brown thick thing like Trina,
Um, you probably seen us,
Rippin da streets up wit no top between us,
Your so genius,
Dats my word you know I got you twin,
You a real nigga dog, thanks for lettin me in,
Yea, we in the game now and im bettin we win,
And im da rapper landlord just collectin my rent,
I put da house on lil Bris, he gon eat dis year,
stop fo da real niggas who aint see dis year,
Open ya eyes, open ya eyes, cash money has a new face,
And we go tie da shit up like a shoelace'
And dats me da young hood messiah,
[Wayne Intro:]
Py til I die (just because)
(laughs) ‘til I die
..piru
B's up
Bitch I'm me (yeah)
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (Blah)
Let us in the door (Blah)
coming in this bitch all red to the floor
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloods
got blood on your clothes
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (Blood Bitch)
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (get ‘em)
[Verse 1:]
Once again it’s on (laughs)
yeah I'm back in the booth (yeah)
stand at the top like a tac in the roof
still on these hoes like a mack in a suit
still on my toes not a crack in my shoe (let’s go)
Rappers talking about me
but I don't give a who? (fuk ‘em)
These niggas still lying
I'm the muthafukin truth (fuk ‘em)
Talk tough till I knock off your kuff
And I own my team
I'm like a Maloof (yeah)
They hatin on me
I'm just tryin to be weezy (ow)
Just like Young Jeezy in lambobinghini
(what up boy)
smoked out my mind baby
now I'm seein 3D (yeah)
Dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DC’s
All red so these hoes know who we B’z (B’z up)
We B's, Bloods, We B's
Pop, pop flow ya'll niggas sweet peas
getting high on a yacht call it see me
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (Blah)
Let us in the door (Blah)
coming in this bitch all red to the floor
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloods
got blood on your clothes
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
(c’mon)
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I advance my flow (yeah)
and they must like that (yeah)
They like it so much
they say they write that (laughs)
Barking at the dog
but I don't bite back
I ain’t CPR I aint bringin they life back
(?) -- bad bitch on a bite back
Skittles on my wrist
yeah nigga the bright pack
I’m a shine, I live where the light at
Air force fly call me a night jet
Brand new coupe same color as the sky
The dash same too, y’all know I'm gon’ try
Cop pull me over y’all know I'm gon’ lie
They go up in my trunk y’all know I'm gon’ fry
Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries
So I’m a just walk all over them guys
Niggas throwing darts never hit the bulls eye
Young money bitch new Orleans east side
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (ha)
Let us in the door (yeah)
coming in this bitch all red to the floor
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloodz
got blood on your clothes
I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
(yeah)
[Verse 3:]
Yeah,
Been around the world
rep the same thang
Been around the world
it’s the same gang
B'z up, B'z up flame gang
(braa braat braaat braaat)
Bang, Bang
I told my homie streetz
You can't sleep on life
So he popped the X pill
and didn't sleep all night (yeah)
I ain’t worried ‘bout you
I'm just trying do me
Last album did 2
I'm just trying do 3 (go)
I am what every pair of eyes are to see
Bitches wish they could just call and order me
my momma used to tell me just get a 9 to 5
Cash money made her say never mind I'm fine
(B's up!)
[Chorus:]
Young money is the label (yeah)
Let us in the door (yeah)
We coming in this bitch
all red to the floor (just because)
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
(just because)and I'm blooded Soo Woo (yeah)
I got Bloods on stage (Blah)
Bloods at my shows (blah)
Fuck with my Bloodz
got blood on your clothes
and I'm blooded Soo Woo
and I'm blooded Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
(Soo Woo)
Py ‘til I die
Yeah, yeah
Py ‘til I die
Piru to Damu
(Yeah) (laughs)
Drought 3
Hear My Chains Haha
That Mean I'm Ballin Bitch
If Ya Didn't Know
If You Wasn't Informed
Or Somethin Like That
This Is Da Drought 3
And Um, Check This Out
Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols Blastin
And If The Witness Is Dead There's No Trial
If You Didn't Know Then Hoe Well Ya Know Now
And I Don't Mean Basketball When I Say I Don't Know Yao
Money Money Money Money Boost My Mor-Al
Play With My Money Money Money O.K. Co-Ral
I Like A Bitch With A Apple Bottom Like Vokal
The Top Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails
I Got Blood Brothers Bitch I Ain't Got Pals
I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's
I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails
And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal
More Like Brett Favre Just Like Brett Favre
I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off
But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord
And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It
That Knife That Sword That Gun That War
Make Ya So Called Soldiers Just Run Like Gore
Yeah Frank that is From San Francis And I Got More Banana Clips Then Chimpanzees
1o Addresses And I Dresses, Like I Thinks I'm The Mothafuckin Best There Is
And I'm About To Bubble And She Catch That Fizz And I'm Straight From Clayborne Nigga Just Ask Liz
Check Ya Neck There Aint A Crook Like This
From The City Where The Judge Throw The Book At Kids
Burna In School In My Bookbag Hid, Talk Stupid At Lunch And We Havin Ya Ribs
If You Are Not Home Then We Havin Ya Kids
And If You Can't Come Up With Half We'll Send You Half Of Ya Kid
Back To The Board, An Extravagant Crib, I'm On The Toilet Watchin Martin Just Laughin & shyt
Don't Know Why I Get High, But I Get High, I Get High Like Every Single Day
We Do Shit That Them Other Women Can't, Maryjane What Is It You've Done To Me
I Pop A Beat And Start Rollin And Then I Smoke It Like A Mothafuckin Stogie
Pete pye Wrote It, I Was Rappin To The (Ding-Ding-Ding ??) Fuck It
Get High Screw The World And Thats That
I Need All My Funds Yeah, All My Money Baby
Black Diamonds And Pearls, Believe That
I May Bling Bling And My Chest Look Like A Mural
I'm Nuts, Just Call Me Squirrel
My Fetish Is The Girls, But The Women Not The Girls
Act Your Age Not Your Shoe Size Maybe We Can Do The Twril
I'll Be The Prince Of A Pearl tongue Earring In Her Pearl tongue
If She Come Let Her Girl Come, Give Her A Pill Give Her Girl One
Party time Excellent Yeah Wayne's World, Campbell's Soup On The Wrist Just Call Me Earl
Lil Ma Don't Shoot 'em Ya Heard, I Get High My Words Slur, I Start Callin 'em Mirl
Hey Mirl Light That Fur And I Know This Old But I'm Really Hot In Herre
I Went With The Phantom, My Niggas Copin Spurs
My Hands In The Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir
Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah
I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn
Black Hand Guns To Serve We Could See
But We Are So Blind To The Signs They Tryin To Lose The World
And We Will Walk Right Up With Our Guns Yup, Hand And Hand Yeah
I remember then
Back in december, it wuz winter
Like '89
Shit i must of been 7 goin on 8
And comin from da kitchen wuz a echo from all da base
And i aint talkin bout speakas umm mmm
I saw my daddy in there i would stare
But i wouldnt touch
But it wasnt because i didnt know enough
Shit..i jus knew too much
So i stop bein lazy, and i became creative
And i learned how to create it
And all dat pots for me!!!
So come see... or come eat
And i hope dat she is having da ride of her life
No red lights inside, jus a bare room wit green lights ummm mmm
Come on now
Who did you, where did you, why did you what did you think she was
Haahaaa thats ur hoe my guns of water help your garden grow...no
Yeah i know dat wuz crazy
But i think u are more crazy..yer
Than her
Cuz she is no daisy
Shit she jus pottery
Wit no seeds
So she cant eat
My heroes had da broads and da cars wit big ol' rims
And i could remember slangin, thinkin
I wanna be like them
Ever since i was little, ever since i was little
I lived life numb
It made so much since for me to run
When da 5-0 come
Cuz i aint dumb umm mmm
And dat shit i hated
Like early 90s late 80s
I wuz husltin as a baby
U can ask eagle street, about me
Ima g
Ever since i wuz little eva since i wuz little i tote my gun
Cuz it made no sense where i wuz from hmmm
To walk around wit none
Shit,nicca u would be crazy
Cuz niccas is crazy
And im a 80s baby
U should be proud of me
Cuz in dem streets
Im hot like da 80s
And my temperatures raisin
Im at 100 im blazin
Sumbody shower me
Please pret-ty please
You can call me wizzle or u can call me wayne
Man eitha one but its weezy baby for your slut
I told her weezy baby, i told her more than once
But she just say baby, she jus calls me baby
She jus screams out baby, when she's on top of me
And da sheets be stickin like pages
And da bed is so stanky
If she say dat is my baby, shit it is prossibly not for me
(feat. Nikki Minaj)
Goodmorning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This is Young Money...Nikki Minage
[Nikki:]
They dont make us to break us no im with tha bakers,
Im gettin bread wit Dread up in Jamaica,
Its them young stunnas,
Nikk and Lil Weezy,
Nikk-Im the chick that go get it like Jeezy,
Fallback cause I do this here,
Step ya bars up or ur through this year,
Yup, its onli right that the whole blocks there,
Hopped out the air in the blue and white layer,
Im here, Im lit, Long hair-Dont care,
Steady starin at my ear, cause my ear on glare,
Now its now hard to find me,
Top behind me,
You be Harry Potter, and I'll be Hermione,
Il be early,
Im girl the girl they,
Call the 1 like im my first birthday,
Im in that range rov,
Rockin that Kango,
That pussy real good, it tastes like Mango,
[Hook]
[Wayne:]
YA..dig
So i guess its my turn, and imma go at niggas heads like sideburns,
Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn,
Big light, green buds, is what I burn,
Nikki since ive been rappin, this is what ive learned,
All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm,
And i knock this shit out like Tom Hearns,
If it aint abou money, Me no concern,
A paper chaser till my thigh burn,
And never give a bitch, what ive earned,
Fuck i look like?,
Im lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right,
And if not, then left foot right,
Foot get tha steppin, Yeah bitch walk like..
And my hoes talk like "HssHswAsh"
And i just say "Right",
We don't fuss fight,
She is just..just....just right,
[Hook]
Ya Diggggggggg!?
Im on tour till my moneys like the bus height,
Ice lookin bright, see me comin like bus lights,
Weezy...
Nikki...Minage...
[Chorus]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
[Birdman]
Yeah, hustlin on my city streets
Tryna get a whole ki (i bought my frist ki, my first ki)
In 93 and we was gettin 'em like for 25
Columbian connect, homey we was gettin fly
We on the grind and our nuts got bigga
And every day we in the muthafuckin hood our guns got bigga
Stuntin on them niggas, gettin money stayin fly every day a nigga spendin
Ridin 25s and we blazin gettin high, nigga showin off his ride
Crusin through the beach nigga rollin in them bimmers
Them people pull me over hatin cause they can't see us
Know i got the money (laws won't leave me alone)
Now they actin funny cuz they know a nigga strong
Money long and we comin
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Lil Wayne]
I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94
I lost my daddy in '96 and started makin moves
In '98 (i got a brand new lexus coupe)
(now them laws won't leave me alone)
They pull me over, lock me up, i bail out on my own
I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone
I leave a house with a pocket full of stones
Got them hoes slangin, hidin packs in they titties
Them small chest bitches gotta put it in they butt
(20s in them they can't fuck wit us)
I got so many hoes
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Man i got so much dough
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Weezy baby d boy
[Chorus:]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Birdman]
And i ain't touch a mothafuckin ki since '04
And thats the word that we servin, look thats all we know
Them niggas talkin shit but we the niggas wit the cash flo'
(i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed)
And i'm back on the beach and we blowin out the whole beat
My ak mack eleven represent the 3
Gangsta like a mothafucka me and my homies
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og
My momma husband thats what show me (my first ki)
Yup, then you know i had to be a hustla
I started sellin hubbers
(feat. Juelz Santana)
[Intro]
Now this is what they've been waiting for
Ya dig, Santana
Weezy F.
Ay Wayne
What up man
What you been workin' on nigga?
Oh you know, I got Currency's new album
And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig
Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too nigga
That's what it is
But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together
That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that
So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide
Guess what, we already did
[Juelz Santana]
I'm feelin' like a black Republican
Naw, I can't call it
More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office
Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya
I protect my land like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Tikara
Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered
Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
Rock star, flier than an ostrich
And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish
Money buried behind my house like a garden
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started
And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em high
Higher than turbulence is
White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim
Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen
[Lil Wayne]
I feel like a black Republican
Tote a mac in a publican
Act so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money, money
Like money Mac and publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat makes me feel comforted
Been done had cake they late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan
Boy you better go eat some soup with your momma'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick
But I get all in her mouth like polident
New always represent it to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be
[Outro]
And we wanna let the world know
This is not a diss song either people
We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig
Recognize or step aside, ya dig
We let the music talk, Draught 3
And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back
It's Weezy!
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself
Assholes
DipSet for life
Cash Money, whaddup
Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
Two tables and a mic,
Tell the Dj run it back,
Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Younh Money,
Yougn Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin shame huh? yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And i go out my way just to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more than i do my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline comin out my pours,
Imma torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got license for tha scortch,
Snipers at your porch,
Rifles by the forts,
And we shoot up courts,
The judge juss a bitch,
The jury suck dick,
Im a eastside blood,
And i dont smoke that crip,
I smoke that kutch,
First name Bubba,
First names Young,
Last name Stunna,
Carter in the office,
Take notes when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruz boat floats when im walkin,
I boast cause im ballin,
I boast to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie mover instead,
Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man your a hoe,
I can kill him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say money talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after dick,
And when my roll came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and took some patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[music to fade]
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch Im Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Cant See My Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And Im, Im Sittin High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Aint Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat... Even Though I Ate
It Aint My Birthday But I Got My Name On My Cake
Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
Imma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
So Pick 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Let 'Em Lay
Where Im From We See A Fuckin Dead Body Everyday
Thats, Uptown, Throwin Stuff At 'Em
Niggaz Talk About Me Im Throwin Shots Back At 'Em
Bitch Im A Pipe, And She Like A Crack Attic
And She Saw Me Cookin Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My Motorcycle Loafs
[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[verse 2: Birdman]
98's, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
A Hundred Stacks, Spend 50 On A Caddy, 25 On The Pinky,
Bought A Pound Of Blow And Bounced Back
Magic Grills, Big Houses On The Hill
Got Them Hoes In The Kitchen All Cookin Pan Meals
Holla, Dollar After Dollar
Flippin Chickens Gettin Tickets Nigga Meet Me After Hour
Born Stunna, Uptown Hunter
3rd World G's Nigga Been About Money
Ice chains, Birdman Redmonkeys
White Tees Lots Of Jewels This Is Cash Money
You Now We Shine Every Summer, We Grind Every Summer
And This Is How We Spend Money
You See Them Bentleys And Them Lambs'
Them Ounces And Them Grams, Nigga We Was Born Hustlas
[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must'Ve Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Bare Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Dont Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say G'mornin To The Mail Man
What'Cha Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Muthafucken Caravan
Im In My Zone My Swag Is So Rare Man
You Lookin At The Chair Man
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
Im Still Ballin, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I'Ve Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
Ima Motorcyle Boy So Im About To Pop A Wheelie
[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut Im Doin, Gettin Money, Wut We Doin, Gettin Money
Wut They Doin, Hatin On Me, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money Still The Company, And Bitch Im The Boss
And I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy
Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy
[x2:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money Still The Company And Bitch Im The Boss
[Hook: Birdman]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck
Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches
[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga
[Hook] - 2X
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
[Hook] - 2X
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya
[Hook] - 2X
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? {*fades out*}
You Know While Your Mother Is Cooking The Macaronni
Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough.
You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About
Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In
And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That
I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty,
The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty.
Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business
Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta
Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another
And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me,
My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty,
Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money,
I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And
Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family
And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I
Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About.
So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect,
Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line,
Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether
Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not.
Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family
So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect.
When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns, Everybody Eats Bread.
Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money.
So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name,
You Dont Forgets Your Roots.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo
Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay.
And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing.
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
it on 'em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
that's how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
80's
Baby
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Listen
Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna
[Birdman]
Yeah
I'm out here homey pitchin the game
And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Lil' Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]
Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
Ho, Puss Ass Niggas
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Look,
Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg
Cuz I know I ain't dreaming
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
Switching it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up
Hating me kinky licks talking so much
Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
I drink your water up
Cool off I'm leaving with something
They leaving you something crop stolen
An asshole heard it
Hip on purpose
Dre I did what you told me
I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in the morning
Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me young as Weezy
I'm gon round up the whole uptown
We gon burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers
Crazy-ass Petey
I'ma tell a nigga just like this
If you want it boy you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga
Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz
You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga
And I'm so high
No I'm too high
But a little work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie
I hold Cash Money myself it's me money
Old cats wants to test come see shortie
I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it
I riding in a 'Rarri where the top is in my pocket
That's young Weezy baby
You see it's young Wayne
Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain
He is crazy deranged
Put them blades on his thing
Just like 80 to summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something
Like, Weezy's the man
If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
Cuz he's 500 Degreez
I need a fan, whew
Cool me off wipe me down
Daddy is back in town
With the back of my Caddy slanted down
And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around
Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
And they tell you like me
There ain't nobody like me
It's Weezy baby
Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga
Don't get it tangled and twisted
I'm in the studio right now nigga
With my boy
My nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean
500 Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard... she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard...
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna... nigga
[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[music to fade]
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggaz poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another till dropped
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Maan I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[music to fade]
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
?? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yeah...Yeah
Check me out man..Yeah
[Lil Wayne]
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up
[Birdman]
Yeah...
Nigga playin, doing about 180
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin on everything
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin
Niggaz puttin it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Naw, don't fuck with that dogg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off
I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci
[Birdman]
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns
[Chorus]
[Birdman] (over chorus)
Yeah nigga,
Un-fuckin-believable
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
You know, they mouth like they ass
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp gets killed
[Hook x2]
Gangstas and pimps
Love lobsters and shrimps
Kool-Aid and chicken
Flashy things and women
All I need
Is Remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To go some for my Escalade
[Lil Wayne]
I'm just pimping
Baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not fool
But it and the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in this bitch hold your pictures
And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me
Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me
And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at its finest homie
Peep it
[Hook]
[Baby]
See I was born from a gangsta
Pa gave me a whip
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman I shine
22's on it?
The bitch ain't mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
[Lil Wayne]
The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna
[Baby]
Mannie Fresh
Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Cadillac slant back cut side elbow
Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho
Flash from hard times from that coke and dope
Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp
Nigga park that Lambo
I'm a V.I.P. nigga
Pop bottles of Mo
I pray that one day I'll open a better door
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Ain't no mountain high enough
To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff
And the Eastside where we pump
It's my part of New Orleans
Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans
Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe
Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho
It's big pimping over here man yeah man
If she looking for a daddy see the lil man
Weezy baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby
Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby
Slick when I spit shit right
26-inch got a deep-dish ma
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell yeah
And I'm rolling with them
[Hook x2]
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Ha.. I'm.. so cool
[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him
[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this
[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
[Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get you ??
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Damn nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya
I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya
But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin
Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin
Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit
Just let him know I'm still young and at risk
Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time
Told me get the paper instead of high
So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog
I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog
I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me
But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me
And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin
And I'm a make you even happier, I promise
I know you can't be close to my nigga, I know
But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know
But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep
But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog
I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever
But she cool 'cause she do whatever daddy tell her
And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman
I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin
B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child
Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile
And me I'm on some "squash it" and some debate it
But I know they love it way more than they hate it
And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these
bitches
I try love 'em, my BM be trippin
But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective
That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection
And you see I left school behind and chose CMB
It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over me my nigga, just guide me
I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you
'Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you
Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes
Yeah, nigga I cried, it's 'cause I loved you dog
I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog
So I live my life in dedication of you dog
I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within
Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again
But I know they got a reason why I'm here
And I know they got a reason why you gone
And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own
But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart
I can't forget you kept it real from the start
And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me
And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me
And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples"
Featuring: Big Tymers, Unplugged
(Lil Wayne talking)
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged
Verse 1:
(Lil Wayne)
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her chest
You can piss on her brest
I like that shit
Project hoes like that dick, Don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, Specialize in givin' me deep throat
Really dont care how short how plump, short or thick
Give me head, Don't care, Swallow cum don't spit
Aww shit, I like them Jamicians and them Hatians
Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em
White girl's I video tape 'em and they enjoy it
They love it when everybody saw it
Its off tha chain
High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brain
But watch them hoes who want the change
Its not a game
Or short cuban hoe, With a fat ass though
An I'll keep the bitch just like Fidel Castro
Chorus:
(UnPlugged)
Tell me what you like
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off
Verse 2:
(Lil Wanye)
Weezy the hottest
Drinkin' Barcadi
I stream through the scene on a Lincon on Robbers
Lookin' for the finest dime, To wine and dine
Later on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, Slow ya ass down
Pick it up, Throw ya ass down
Now throw ya ass around
An scream me name
I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne)
A damn shame
Better watch that boy he nasty
I strap on a plastic
Break ya off like elastic
Put the dick in the middle, Make it wiggle for ya'll
Might be small, But that dick ain't little at all
I like a short thick broad, Fat ass an shit
Like Taso flip like Trina The Baddest Bitch
Matter of fact when I see her, Pull her Over like a cop
Juve coulda Backed It Up an I woulda Dropped It Like Its Hot
Ha Ha, Ya heard me
Ha Ha, Unplugged
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
(Mannie Fresh)
I like them big, round, yellow and brown
A bitch that take it from the back and make the (Ugh Ugh) sound
Now you can bounce, slide, drop, giddy up, giddy up
Now you can ride til you feel it hit a nut, hit a nut
Bounce for ya hood, Shake for ya baby daddy
Twerk for that nigga who got you pregnant in the Caddy
Slide with the KY, Hold up ???
My bitch got thong, You bitch got drawls
My chick like to swallow, Yo chick like to spit
If yo chick was my chick I'd still love that bitch
Hold up, Chill out, Wait a minute stop
My Ginseng, Viagra, and a Strawberry pop
See I'm feelin' kinda bold, Why don't ya bring a friend
From vigina to the asshole do it again
I want a yucky down misses bout whatever
Yo mama loved a Tymer, Now you welcome
You ok Lil mama and I love that chick
But deep down inside I just love me dick
Biznite... Biznite...
Nothing but it
I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys
Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy
I'm Iceburg nuttin but whenny all the way to my tinny
I'm hotter than a semi' cause this girl she
and plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henney.
I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny
and aint no tellin how many she umm already been in.
We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin
Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy
I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin
I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme
I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin
I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me
And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin
She asked me for a kiss ah... .
Biznite is you trippin
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
He he he Wha..
You nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa
I ride up in a Porshe Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada
I'm Iceberg (?? ??? ??)
I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mamas so her nigga wont know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor
She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda
I'm drivin to the (??) to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the"
I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro
It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper
I'm knockin out her brains
We got the car shakin' and rocklin'
She asked me for a kiss ah...
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha...
Biznite whats your problem
Wha...
You nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
there was this stoofy name was Lucy came up to me at the movies
said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute
and but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday
I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie
I knew she was a new from head to shoulder she was Gucci
And me I'm Iceburg Tom and Jerry Darryl Goofy
She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it
But lately she been (?? ??) just came from institution
I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him
I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution
I scootin a run through straight to my house I wont be foolish
She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty
I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi.
She asked me for a kiss ah...
Biznite is you stupid
Biznite is you stupid
what
Biznite is you stupid
What he he he what
Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa
you're a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don't even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out throwin up "W"'s I aint the pa nigga.
UMMMMM
UMMMMM
Check
What?
What?
Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)
You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street with the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work
Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique deep in the dirt
Smell me?
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who wan' creep with 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get deep with 'em
And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and ouch - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
Blast the face, automatic attach to waist
You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
A nigga either gon' get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, coke involved then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
You know them hoes love Weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad
I ain't got no loves for broads
I ducks and dodge
I grab 'em, on they butts and all
She fucks my dog
Slut sucks nuts and all
And nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, cuz they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have no picks and chooses
Cuz I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I'm so gangsta pussy chick don't wanna fuck wit me
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start all over again
And work your jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
That's right, act a fool bitch
Do what you do hoe
After I finish don't get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo'
You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice
Love when you reach out grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suck it 'til that middle come out
Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you)
After that wiggle your ass and make that juice move
I'ma donkey (donkey), better yet a veteran (veteran)
At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend
The Number 1 Stunna, Baby you wit me
Bump in my head never let a bitch play me
Always get the tec nigga fuck 'em all
Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
A c'mon, Tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, and show me somethin'
Put that dick down bitch, start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
See now when Lil Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum got me feelin' real good
The dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex
So do me slow, get out the Prada dress
Come when you wanted to like private jets
I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste
That's how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me in this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin' on A.I. fish black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out Lil Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make'em act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, then start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About'chu, 'cause we don't play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I'm standin' there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh
You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat
What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB
And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family)
Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body
Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
(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...
What
What?
Nigga, huh?
Huh?
Nigga, what?
What?!
What?
Check!
I'm shootin', flee
Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me
Comin' through in a strap... with a 223
You be losin' your life when you caught up... in beef
What? Nigga nigga, shiiiit!
Now, I'm ridin', ride
With a K on my side
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Byy-bahda-by-by-by
Huh? Nigga, what? Takin' me for a joke, and watch me hurt cha
Boys there, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple
I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas
Didja do it? Thought it was cool?
But cha still in it, nigga
Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty, nigga
Lil' Wayne representin'
I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs
I tear up dreads, take our breads, now go figure
What? From tha 17th, I back down from no nigga
Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas
Man... ya'll niggas ain't up for this!!
Ya'll hatin' on me, you can suck my dick!
Didn't I tell ya ta chill?
Guerrilla, you can play if you want
Find yourself in tha back-a my trunk
Ho, feminine punk!
[Chorus]
Now, nigga, what?! Huh?! (What?!)
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say what?! Huh?! Huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, huh?! What?! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne... from CMB
50 shots, flame flame flame... from artillery
Bullets, they stain stain stain... burn like rubber on tha streets
(Screech!) If you can't hang, find your way from 'round me
Lil' soldier in all black off-a A.N.E.
I pullin' ego, my nigga, so ain't no playin' me
Yeah, I may be... a lil' small and all that
But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that
Now freeze! Me and my g's hitchyour hood like fleas
Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's
Please, tell me that you was fulla weed
When you said you want beef
'Cause I don't think nonna ya'll famileez wan' see ya'll bleed
I know what tha hell it be
Ya'll niggas don't listen up when we speak
I be ten-deep
Lettin' 223's chop trees
(?) told me not ta be weak, and let a nigga play me
So he... who take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth
Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G.
Open niggas like ki'
G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB
Or Steve's... CMB's make tha scene off tha heez
All ya'll beef-b's be seized when we ride... g's!
[Chorus]
Nigga, what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what, nigga, what?! Nigga, huh?!
Watcha wanna do?!
I say what! Huh! What!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh?!
Nigga, watcha wanna do?!
Look, dog... you can be stupid if want, watch, it be war
Or all you drive tha car, I hit tha block and.. cut 'em off
Whole nation gon' fall... when Wayne spins tha cut
Guns up, nigga, what!... I clutch and bust
Niggas duck and hide... when.. I.. ride
I load tha forty-five, and explode on your side
My niggas, Mike and Mario, they got some 2's for me
And I spin a nigga ben until he use ta me
I'm on a 3000-dollar duck.. on your block, just waitin'
Nonna dem niggas could take me, I was too in-tox-i-cat-ed
But, nigga, if you want war with me, besta be 'bout your issue
Hit your set with.. my nigga with them things ta split cha
Picture a lil' nigga dressed in black... with a big ole gun
In front'chyour house, shootin', 'baahhh!!!'.. hollerin' out, 'Nigga,
what?!'
Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, what! Huh! What?!
Watcha wanna do?!
Nigga, I say huh?! What?!
Look, where I go from here?
Just lost my father last year
But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills
I drop tears, can't believe my daddy's gone
Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone?
But I'm comin man
Just wait at the gates, I'ma be runnin man
Arms open, eyes wide, full a love
You watched me come up from a scrub
Now ya see ya son ridin everyday on dubs
But I wish, I could share them times wit' you
It got me pissed, this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dawg, we really miss ya
And it ain't all that cool livin off pictures
Ah man, visit while I'm sleep, write a note or call me
Can't believe you left me to be a small man
But I know it wasn't meant to be
That's why I suck up all the game that you sent to me
It's up to you, Wayne, nigga, stay up and keep it real
It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel
Just be strong, 'cause everythang gon' be alright
I know it's hard tryna make but it's gon' be alright
Alright I know it, see I got a child
I know I'm young, but when you left dawg, thangs got wild
I know you probably sayin 'damn, you raisin children now?'
But it's all gravy I'm with Baby makin millions now
So I still smile
I'm takin care ya wife bra
Ain't nothin changed, if I still come home late at night she fuss
But it's still the ol' same ol', same ol'
Thangs go, up and down like rainbows, we maintain though
So you know who payin the bills now, ah hah
Still flossin, give my audience the chills, ah hah
I got all my game from you, man I ain't gon' lie
But I'm still thuggin nigga, playa you think I ain't gon' ride?
But Slim and B done slowed me done and brought the talent out me
Yeah Slim and B done showed me 'round, all a the Jags around me
And I ain't goin' no where, that nigga stuck wit' me
And make you and my people happy, man it's up to me
I know you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind
I know ya see me everytime watchin the boys shine
And I know that ya see I put out my own CD
And picture this, your little boy even on TV
But I swear it's off the heezy, Weezy
Say it's cool, you can believe me, I like how they treat me
I'm doin' what ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I don't leave my room sloppy
But the same thang make ya laugh, make ya cry
And everybody that ya love it's like they have to die
I pray to the Lord everyday and ask him why
And ask him to bless your soul everytime I pass by
I know he doin' it, and leavin all the love to me
And I'ma prove it, and show ya daddy it's up to me
I mean it's up to me man
Just watch over me
And it's gon' be all gravy man
Leavin big, treatin me all good
Everythang else be all good
Rest in peace ya heard me
Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what
Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand
We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in
Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and
do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward
No respect for no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne
Nigga you got that llello?
Well cook something nigga
Nigga you let them K's go?
Well bust somethin nigga
Are you duckin that law?
You better run from em nigga
Are you playin with that raw?
Well won't you front somethin nigga
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out
It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South
and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house
It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal
Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on top, boy
It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys
We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees
and we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"
And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit
They got a nigga that own the sto', he flippin out off that broad
Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked
Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot
See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like
Where they shot out all the street lights
So you can't see what nobody be like
And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents
And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin wit
Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts
Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Call out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam
Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers
... tch, one move blow his cactuses off
WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn
My block on fire, nigga what about yours?
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When.. I come through.. bustin'
Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin'
Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin'
Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there
And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there
And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here
And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, I'ma (?)
My shop here (????)
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin' gats
Your girly's.. fuckin' back
Now how you... lovin' that
Hot Boy$, wardy.. respect.. us
Represen-tin' Cash Money.. Records
It's warfare, you betta.. vest.. up
But if you ain't scared, they blow.. your.. set.. up
Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast tha fifty
And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
Ya'll betta duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I die, cousin
Weezy Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)
Nigga, let it be known
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha dome
And.. show up alone
Just me and my.. flame-torch
Wayne start.. danger
Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya
Burnin' off that Hennesy
Some-a ya'll be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid
I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes
I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature
Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot
Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot
Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man
And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
What!
Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil' Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one
It's like they said, boy
In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your chrome, man, run that thang
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Say, Weezy (weezy)
Can... they remember... me?
Lil' Wee... zy
Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga
Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been for a while
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill drama, and nothin' less
I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in they chest
I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle
Had ta struggle for success
Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress
Them niggas there with me fooli'
Me, I'm full of that dilly
Hope when I catch them slippin'
Him and they daddy's trippin'
Shorty can hold it down
Shorty be totin' rounds
Smellin' like a pound on school grounds
Shorty, wow
Hair... all over my head
Bandana 'round my brain
Eyes bloodshot red
Briches down to my legs
Guns up in my trench
When niggas playin', they get drenched
My pockets is full of lead
So, nigga, stay off tha ben
I'm young with bad nerves
Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this 'burb
So I'on't even hesitate ta leave 'em on tha curb
And wet dem niggas' shirt
Nigga, get 'em full of birds
Tell them niggas, Geezy!
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with K's, glocks, and MAC's
Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, look
That time I forgot tha bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
Macita lookin' for me
Tha word all over tha streets
Well, shiiit! I love my momma
But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems
I lay back in tha cut
These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here
We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
Tha lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm lookin' for a win-dow
I can't see it, I'ma drop my pile on tha floor
They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders
{gun cocks} Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
Well, picture this, I gotta corner this ole nigga address
He said he got that work, and needed me ta meet 'im there (Meet him there)
Nigga, take your Roly down with somethin' shady, daddy (What?)
Within a week he changed his mind, and... received tha package (What?)
Oh well... back to tha drawin' board (Board)
Cowards start hollerin' 'cause they know I'm comin' for it
Lemme tell 'em
You remember that there nigga use ta be thuggin' it out
Blunt in his mouth, would stay passed up in a drought
Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move!
Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!"
That's how it was... crime, struggle, drivin' for scrubs
Lots of thugs... make niggas come ta answer them up
Some niggas choose ta come back to me, ride around my set for me
My lights off that thing 'cause I got that SKS with me
!Okay! (!okay!)
Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta !relocate! (!'locate!)
'Cause, see, ya'll got it
I gotta make my cheese !rotate! (!rotate!)
Right now I'm doin' bad
So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
I'm street-livin'... week for week
No-sleep livin'
Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin'
My heat sizzlin'
I'm ready ta sweep these niggas
Geezy... make 'em remember Weezy, nigga!
(Chorus 2x)
Look, remember that?
Wuz up, (Are you rememberin', B.Geezy?)
I remember you, nigga, we go way back ta True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard
Look, you don't remember me?
I remember ya, nigga
I was.. I was (You were doggin') a bad dog... (You were a lil' dog) Highly
Original roughnecks, hear
Check!
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob Marley
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha money
Take tha hit, even if it's below tha average money
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck what
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (nawww)
Nobody bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)
Nobody could outshin we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family (
What!) (
For real!)
What! What!)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (
nawww)
Nobody bust them heads like-a we (
Say it, say it) (
hmmmm)
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!)
Eeh, what, what
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done
But look, everytime I brought me to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and back
I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (
What? What?)
Nobody bust (Stop!) them heads like-a we (What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) family (What?) (
Uh-huhh!)
Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (
nawww)
What? What?)
Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (
hmmmm)
What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) (
For real!!)
Nigga outta line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or joke
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these niggas
I get.. low down and dirty
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground
I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same
My money long, but it don't run with tha airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my crib
These hos just love tha way that.. Baby live
But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some taps
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, nigga
We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew
[Verse 1: (Mannie)]
Wha wha wha nigga nigga
I put piss stains on private planes cuz its my jet nigga
Money aint shit cuz my rottweilers drink moet
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Playa, i use cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project on lock when that nigga slangin pickle
Who got benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to new york
Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we talkin bout, look--yall dont know?
I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with?
He fucked that hoe
Now look here, yall aint seen my watch, its like harlem world video
White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I dont know
Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed
I love you? you love me?
Well go head on and gimme some head
[Chorus: 2x (Juvenile)]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie thats our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry thats our night
I know a lot of haters out there sayin
That thats not right
But our diamonds are much bigger
So thats our life
[Verse 2: (Baby)]
I told four I need somethin
With some hell of a ice
Nigga came back with a hell of a price
aint nothin
These hoes doin hella wrong
Callin these niggaz on our cell phone
Bitch ridin benz on 20 inch chrome
Gimme the key, the car hoe, and the alarm
For my prowler, my jag, my benz and my home
Bitch you'll neva ride 20 inch chrome
I love to shine, thats why the choppa is mine
Hit my block in my benz hoe with stretch tires
Bought a new car that I couldnt drive
Ordered the tunes before a nigga could drive
When I put the bose system right behind my eyes
With the vc's and tv's so a nigga could shine
With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5
And tell all my hoes they dont need no job
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3: (B.G)]
I ride the best from a benz to a jag to a beamer to a lex
Might fly first class on delta, helicopter or a jet
I'm a stunter, I'm a reppa
Geezy like to shine
Drink Don, Moet, and Cris
See thats the finest wine
My 20 inches is the only thing i sit my shit on
Dont bring ya bitch around me
Cuz my dick she'll wanna sit on
And I aint gonna tell her nothin different
Thats ya issue
But after she come back
Your best out is not to kiss her
Hoes sick sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring
Look at BG watch
That bitch blingalingaling
I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will neva
See me sportin nothin that aint 20 g's or betta
Me and Wayne take the left
Juve and Baby take the right
Its dark in the room, we hold up our watches and its light
Cash Money millionaires livin a hell of a life
Like my nigga weezay said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus (2x)]
[Lil Wayne]
whoa whoa whoa
Now im shinin beaming glossin
Big tymin stuntin and flossin
Lamborghini sittin on boarders
With two more in my garages
Plus a blue and black ferrari
With nintendo and atari
Man I swear the car is awesome
Vroom! sorry we lost em
I'm back
I pull up smellin like dime sacks and cognac
I leave in the hummer,
Hour lata I'm flyin back
Whoosh, private jets about to land
The women fall out when I let em touch my hand
I get out the plane into a mercedes benz van
TVs all ova with chrome 20 inch rims, damn
Got damn
Man I am
L-I-L, weezy, off the heezy
But still in all, ice floodin on my watch
And in my grill and all
Porch blocks front blocks
Still in all, me and Slim in the Rover
Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soulja
Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off)
You know what time it is (What)
You know what time it is (What)
Strap -Up (Gun Cocks)
Alot of niggas better move out
Cause here I come with my click
With the tools out
All of a sudden all these cowards
Startin to spook out
It's warfare a buncha of niggas
Bout to loose out
It's time to load up them thangs
Hit the spot run in his house
And make 'em show up then thangs
Take 'em in the room go in his pockets
And then blow up his brain
No matter the weather
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
I'ma slang that metal
So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
To get it together
Cause i'm the tolas mario
And we down for whatever
Nerver underestimate or you goin under
Y'all keep on playin with Lil Wayne
But that lil' boy trouble
And plus this shorty be ?? wodie
Be storin' bundles M start wildin and
Hit the block and let his toys rumble
And it go ratter tatter
It be ?? niggas scatter
When the M-1 shatter
And everybody on they block
They get bout ten in they bladder
Tell 'em lights off
Mask on
Creep silent
Your lifes gone
We done left the block quiet
When it's time to ride
It ain't no time to play
It could be time to die
At any time of the day
And i'll be godammit
If i let a nigga steel me
It will not happen
Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em
And got my glocks rabbin'
Leave a nigga spot damaged
That's how the beat made us
I chief three blunts
So I can get a head rush
Then come around the corner
And your whole day crush
I'm sick and tired
Niggas choosin test a boy
They get hit and die
Some of 'em scared of man slaughter
So they stay inside
And watch they partner get lit up
And then they ask why
That's cause you played wit' me
They could'nt of known im'a guerilla
Drama stayed with me
Run in his home went to kill him
Took his head with me
You better get it right or keep it right
Or lose your whole town
Tell em' lights off
It's about to go down
Massacire all these streets block it off
Lil' Wayne in yo' hood
With something like a rocket dog
And i'm after ya
I don't pass beef
I stop at all
That boy got a head on his shoulders
I knock it off
I'm highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka
Somebody call the doctor
Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka
Nigga out the way man
I'm sorry but us guerillas we can't stay tamed, say it man
Are you ready, ready
Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and BGeezy they all there
We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear
Give the guns to the one with the long hair
And block burner
It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy
(Breathes)they breathe heavlily
Bullets they come steadily
You better stay off the block
Cause you might fall
You better stay off the block
Cause the lights off
Lights off
Tell em' lights off
La, la, la lights off
Nigga lights off
Got a early call from Kisha, Kisha wanted me to meet her
She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper
Said cool then I'm gon' beep ya
What would be a good time to reach ya
She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter
'Cuz she wanted me to see her, said I needed a teaser
But shit who got the keys to my Beamer
I rolled me up a blunt and got the Crystal out the freezer
I hopped in the two seater, left Nae-Nae with Macita
Vroom speed up run faster than a cheetah
Only thing on my mind is how I'm gone get all in this cheap slut
Should I use a rubber 'cause I heard she was a freak
But hey, say she keep it cleaned up but I don't want HIV bruh
I drop my top on da drop-top, her name's on my beeper
I called her on the Nokia and told her come pick me up
As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees
And grabbed my penis, ate it up like some peanuts
I said, ?Ohh Kisha?
Chopped off like a millimeter, she drunk it like a 2 liter
She blow like a pro, oh no, I got to keep her
Told her I'd be back about eleven I'm gone creep her
But don't go to sleep, I got some more meat to feed ya
Now I'm hot, I wonder what's up with Kisha tonight
I'm gone give her a call, see if it's alright
For me to dip through, she said it's all gravy
First I got to get somebody to watch my baby
Baby it's all good, I'll be there in a minute
But she didn't know I knew Wayne was already hittin' it
Soon as I pull up I see my dog runnin' out
He saw me peepin' at him but he didn't open his mouth
Soon as he pulled off, I knocked on the door
Sayin' to myself look at this dog ass hoe
It's cool what you do, you know I like my shit sucked
For you to swallow the cum and put ice on my nuts
Caught my nut, now I'm up, I'm gone holla at ya Kittie
I got studio tonight, me and da H B'eezeys
I can't be late, I'm gon' see ya when I could
Hit Juve on the hip, let him know it was all good
Oohh, ooh, there she go, on the way to the corner store
Lil Turk let me know, we done fucked the same bitch before
Say lil' mama where you headed, she told me forget it
Hop in the back seat of my car and she spread it
Say baby slow down I don't wanna fuck ya first
I want you to suck on my dick until my nuts will burst
She was a fool with it
She said she had a good teacher she went to school with it
'Cuz she knew what to do with it
I didn't want the bitch to have my car smellin'
So I took her in the alley with some K Y Jelly
Pull your shorts and your draws down to your knees
Put the rubber on the dick handle that please
I hit it she sucked it
Hit it she sucked it and sucked it
I got tired of the pussy and mouth and I said fuck it
Hey hoe, I gotta ride
My baby moma beepin' me
And she stay way on the other side
I hit B.G. on the celly
And told him that
The bitch was all good up in the alley,
Not the telly
This hoe don't know I know she fucked three of my dogs
I caught her walkin' out the alley down by the mall
She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk, I know she ain't got no walls
But they told me she'd do a damn job on the balls
She provided the number later on gave her a call
Told her what I was thinkin' and she was down with it all
Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin' tall
What she'll do a nigga, should be against the law
That's how Hot Boys play it when we finish we toss
Baby when you finish Manny Fresh down the hall
After this episode that hoe won't be able to walk
After two or three steps that hoe might fall
Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha
Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin' bad ha
Kisha got did right, yeah
Biotch, Biotch
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, C'mon
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
(Get that dough)
Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, Wooo
(Get that dough)
Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro
I pull up slow, chrome flashin
lil daddy in a long Cabbi
Big hat pimp strong daddy
Got my hoes on my arm daddy
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro
earthly green, purple weed, purple V,
with purple seats, murck the streets
And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet
But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe
I know ya will, get ya ass over here
And take off my polar bear
I'm the coldest player of most my age
Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old
And shorty got crazy paper
Cash Money's my army, my navy paper
Understand, Weezy is made of paper
I got "Baby" paper
Floss our bitch, or get tossed out
Stunna time criss-crossed out
Birdman the bad bitches bossed out
So fly nigga we dont walk out
Time to get Nina Rossed out
I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out
What's the muthafuckin talk bout
Get you niggaz chalked out
Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout
You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy)
I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies
See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up
And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up
It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams
Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand
See I come through shinin, known big tymin
Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin
I come Harley D, black bike all chrome
Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from
See I'ma slide on through, then I stash the loot
Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do
Got the suit you to wear some pumps on
matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard
I jock that, so wipe a nigga down
Let's dribble on a hoe, bitch time to go
The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot
the groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks
Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these
You got me, can I get the car keys
See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a hoe
And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes
Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor
[Lil Wayne talking]
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg
[Petey Pablo]
Cuz I know I ain't dreaming
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
Switching it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up
Hating me kinky licks talking so much
Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
I drink your water up
Cool off I'm leaving with something
They leaving you something crop stolen
An asshole heard it
Hip on purpose
Dre I did what you told me
I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in the morning
Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers
[Hook][Lil Wayne Petey Pablo]
They call me young as Weezy
I'm gon round up the whole uptown
We gon burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers
Crazy-ass Petey
I'ma tell a nigga just like this
If you want it boy you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga
[Lil Wayne]
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga
Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz
You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga
And I'm so high
No I'm too high
But a little work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie
I hold Cash Money myself it's me money
Old cats wants to test come see shortie
I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it
I riding in a 'Rarri where the top is in my pocket
That's young Weezy baby
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
You see it's young Wayne
Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain
He is crazy deranged
Put them blades on his thing
Just like 80 to summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something
Like, Weezy's the man
If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
Cuz he's 500 Degreez
I need a fan, whew
Cool me off wipe me down
Daddy is back in town
With the back of my Caddy slanted down
And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around
Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
And they tell you like me
There ain't nobody like me
It's Weezy baby
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne talking]
Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga
Don't get it tangled and twisted
I'm in the studio right now nigga
With my boy
My nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean
500 Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
You know the name, bitch
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh? Huh? Look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family
Don't play with me - I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run
What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog
On four tires, or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin'
Nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
and passin' a blunt - me circle, wants to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh?!
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed - add it up
Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
Huh? Huh? Huh?
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look
[Lil Wayne]
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh Huh Look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Don't play with me - I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run
[Lil Wayne]
What is this that done got me in your district Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
In heat, dog It's your life or me, dog
On four tires, or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin'
Nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
and passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh!
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
[Lil Wayne]
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up
Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
Huh Huh Huh
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run
Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look
Whoa
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist
Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could ride a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin bitches, I love them swallowin bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
(Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's
(Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine), don't know when I'm comin home
(Shine), pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine), My life is the shit
Baby named me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua Range, squattin things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a Lez"
But she ain't like too much of dick
But gave bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin
All these karats like I'm a fuckin vegetarian
Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin
See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine
Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog
Well get the fuck, slide on out the way
And let B.G. ease down the shinin linen
Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up
Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga
I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
'Cause whoever try testin is gonna be restin
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk
Bling blingin everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven
Steady stackin my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin nice"
They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You muthafuckin right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
What?!
What?!!
Look-
Okay, let's cut the crap
I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap
I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out
'cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out
The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump
I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow
Unlike no other, I'm real (??) like bag 'Bauds
I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes
I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow
I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4
The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow
Is that so?
I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up and slam his parent's street
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep
I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree
I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me
Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank
What's your kid gonna think?
Come home and find your wig in the sink
I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti
For fifty G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it
I lock my area down - you can ask these boys
They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys
Never catch me (??) without them plastic toys
It get drastic, boy
Niggas that's askin' for it
Wheezy, nigga
It's Wheezy, nigga
Who? Wheezy, nigga
It's Wheezy, nigga
I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin'
Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open
Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows
Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes
Two pistols, desperado gun busta
Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya
Hung under them killers and duck the pigs
And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big
And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick
'cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks
I sticks to what I love, and that's the street
And stay away from what I hate, and that's police
And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin'
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin'
When we all knowin' that Wheezy have never been fake
The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face
Who is Wheezy, nigga?
Who is Wheezy, nigga?
Wheezy, nigga
Lil Wheezy, nigga
Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
It's Wheezy, nigga - Lil Wheezy, nigga
Don't tangle it, nigga
Whaaat
You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour
And most of our customers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings
and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums
I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots
I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!"
I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night
So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night
Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes
'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every followin' week
So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d
And I shower your streets until your av pass out
More bricks than the three of your pigs' last damn house
Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
And issue work for half and just grab that south
For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine
From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind
Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's
Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose
Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax a dude
Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour
I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss
Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss
Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine
You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time
I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
Look,
Fuck, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That aint Baby
That is that nigga
Let's go
Say Lil One
One Whats happenin' with you big dog
Look I need to talk bout some serious shit
Like what?, Look I aint have nothin' to do with killin'
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
Well holla at me nigga, Talk to me, Let me know somethin'
Cause right now I'm tired of husltin, And these rocks aint doin' nothin'
And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
I understand, But you ain't listenin' you just talkin'
I said I could get you paid, Is you with that offer?
I know you see me comin' thruogh everyday pimpin'
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferari
Yea, But I like that Bentely
All thats cool shorty, You can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to ya bout this shipment I'm gettin' in
I mean I'm sayin' it sound good, I like that
What thats a blunt?
Light that, Nigga I'll be right back
Aight cat, Don't be playin', This worth my while?
Lil daddy I play with hoes, Is you a hoe?
Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, So I need me a Lil solider
I been peepin' ya Lil ass, I see you grindin' an shit
I been peepin' you to, Nigga I see you shinin' an shit
An you don't even know how long I been tryin' to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
Fuck a whip, That could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play
Go buy a Z-28
A Z-28
Boy go head, Once I get change
I'mma go an cop me a Range or two platinum chains
Well look I ain't fuckin' with ya
You to young from the start
Man that aint even got anythnig to do with it
Its dedication and heart
Dedication and smarts
Don't put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
Well correct me when I'm worng
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
Lil bitch, If ya hard head ass listen I might
B I'm all ears
Get yo ass in this car
Unlock the door
Its unlocked
Don't holla at me
You ain't my pa
Now stop playin', Look I got a hundred bricks just came
50 ki's of raw dope, and 50 bricks of cocaine
Pays 5 a piece
Every week
Just move it together
I'mma knock off my Lil section
You take care of ya area
Ughhh, Nigga I been waitin' to be the Don round here
I'mma have Coke and Dope
Its gone be on round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quaters, Halfs, Ki's
However they ask for it, Just give it to them Lil Weezy
I'm all for it cousin
I'mma get me a million
If power get between it I'mma split me a nigga
You better, But when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block workin', Directin' traffic
Like you park here, You park there, You meet me in the cuts
Say Lil One
Wassup?
We gone fuck it up
Nigga what?
It's gravy nigga. Believe it.
You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
Cuz if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I cock the glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down
Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
Cuz all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
We gone make 'em:
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin'
They think you need to stop they say it's not called for
It's such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark
See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling
My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing"
I'm tryin' to see flying in a Lamborghini
Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini
Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie"
Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie
And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough
Pull out my bankroll and Bill Gates still broke
And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal
And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin' the carpet
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 2)
You know, pistol on my side fully loaded
I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out
Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out
And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out
Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop
I'm thuggin' and pimped out, flossin' and glissed out
Sit my arm in warm water, I'm throwin' my wrist out
Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van,
Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag
Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet
We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet
Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that
I make 'em:
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover
Just put TV's and bump in the Rover
Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder
Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt
Wrists is ferocious, dick just bogus
Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus
Life on Ann Deloris met her in a ???
She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is
We really the ones controllin', no choices
And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention
all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes
I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common
Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin'
The shit is mind blowin'
As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin'
She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin'
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga
Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Boy, look,
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances
The dope roped up in the cup of their pants
Fiends flock like ??? come get this candy
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll
If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control
The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang
Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days
One time they say what you mean, I gets the green
Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me?
In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent
Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos
Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall
Want everybody numb like ambasol
But he heard
[Chorus 1]
Uh oh
There go them fuckin po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner
I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin
hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models
And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it
Do not twist because lil man is trippin
They could have ya body in three different places
Ain't nothin gravy, but save it
Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street
Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree
While I'm shitty from the weed
Like were them bustas be
I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set
Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tecks
Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic
So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti
Be on the block until them souljas hit it
That's when he heard....
[Chorus 2]
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner
All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it
I make a livin in this crooked public distributin
Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin
The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six
See I crack the bricks right down to Z's
Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's
Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin
No droughts I don't sit on nothin
I don't believe I'm frontin
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's
Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets
I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap
I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it
Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it
Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it
Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit
That's when ya heard....
[Chorus 3]
Come here peeps
I'm hearin that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner
[Chorus 1,2,3,3 repeat 2x]
Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt
Blocka, you better get off the corner
Come here, you better get off the corner
Get off the corner, Get off the corner
What, uh oh, get off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
Like dat, Get off the corner
* send corrections to the typist
[Lil Wayne]
+Oh Baby+, Oh weezy
Yes 'sa (Weezy, Baby)
You know I'm Weezy Wee the - Boy
Apple and Eagle - Boy
Packin' them heaters - Boy
That's blocka - Oh Boy
And I'm back in the streets - Boy
My crack is fa' cheap - Boy
I got that - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I'm movin' in wit' my - Boy
We doing it - Oh Boy
I'm S.Quing it wit' my - Boy
SQAD UP - Oh Boy
You try us no (Boy) I'm the - Boy Boy
I come through in that toy on them alloys boy
Mami like boy, I move so quik
I'm the good dick boy, so slick..
.. boys so click wit' my - Boy
I'ma stick wit' my - Boy
That my - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Hey Maunderin' this young Wayne
Mami you know the game
You know ta give me brainz, til you make your boy range
Go try another - Boy
You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack
not a man baby, +Ya Understand+ baby
See me the - Boy
Me and that fifi - Boy
Call us them fly - Boy
We high - Oh Boy
I, ride fa' my - Boy
An-twan you my - Boy
Hey we - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I'm that pistol pack - Boy
I'm back - Oh Boy
And this shit is a rap - Boy
I told ya - Oh Boy
Y'all all know the (Boy) Grove-a - Boy Boy
Ya, not from the Magnolia, but the bar Soljah
Y'al sippin' that Belvi - Boy
Step it up - Boy
Ya know whats in my cup (Boy) +Purple Stuff+ - Oh Boy
And ya wanna swallow ya - Boy
But tomorrow you can (Boy) halla at 'cha - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Yes, its the Cash Money - Boy
The Young Money - Boy
Fuck it I done it (Boy) 500 - Oh Boy
Aiy gimme ya bitch - Boy
I show you how ta (Boy) make her
Twerk-n-Work-n-breakin' them chips boy, you fuckin' wit' a sick boy
I feel it bubblin', I think I'm about ta shit boy
I need a hit of that light green sticky shit - Boy
Got me feelin' like - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Stupid bitch I'm the - Boy
The fire dont stop -Boy
I'm the only Hot - Boy
But I'm glad - Oh Boy
But I'm mad at 'cha (Boy) that - Boy Boy
Dont make a nigga bust a Mac at 'cha when I see ya
Ya need ta listen - Boy
I'm in the kitchen - Boy
Cookin' and Zippin' - Boy
2 for 1 - Oh Boy
Hey Juve fuck wit' ya - Boy
I won't fuck wit' ya (Boy) Fuck Ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Got a baby girl, not a - Boy
She a trip - Oh Boy
I love her thats all my - Boy
Sweet Nae' - Oh Boy
But ya mama played ya - Boy
Fuck my - Boy Boy Boy
She knows how it go, I'ont love them hoes (BIATCH)
I'm keepin' it gutta' - Boy
Gangstaz in my blood, Ima thug it til my hole is dug - Oh Boy
Boy I'm bustin' it for my - Boy
Who want it wit' the team (Boy) scream - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Who sayin' Weezy Wee, not a muh'fuckin' livin'
Lemme fuckin' live (Boy) I'm just muh'fuckin' pimpin'
The dub still dippin' (Boy) an I'm still smokin'
An as long as they still sniffin', I'm gifted
Aiy Aiy I'm not a lil' - Boy
Look at my fuckin' wheels, Check the size of my shoes
I'm ridin' on my heels boy
This shit is real - Boy
Fee (Boy) ya gatta feel ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Where my New Orleans East - Boy
Not the cops - Oh Boy
I mean a nice car - Boy
Thats them drops - Oh Boy
Them rat-a-tang-a-ring (Boy) bang - Boy Boy
Yea, I put it in a bullet go right inside of your hoody
Ya lookin' at the boy, ya hatin' on the boy, ya waitin' on the boy
July 2nd cocksucka, the Eagle block all the money man, SQAD Up-a
I'm the - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Weezy bitch, yuh yuh, weezy
Killa! Huh?
Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a...
...Killa! Wha? Wha?
Killa! Wha? Wha? Check!
Hold up, you not under the deep cover of the lil' slugga,
Callin' me head busta, Run with me 'K, bluka,
Nigga's done fled from-a... me infrared, sucka,
If him wan' play, busta... come make me day, busta,
Bein' half-way out my nappy head,
But I don't care, I just grab my clip, slap and spray,
Anywhere, it don't matter where a nigga stay,
Jus' believe it when I say, "Guerrilla Warfare"
I swear, there be some more drama up out these bags,
Nigga's in black, drive Jags, camou-flage rags,
Nigga's domes get bust wide open, with blood and sweat,
Nigga's ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moet,
You know me.. Coullion, standin' four feet..
I'm to-ting cannons, wearin' Rolie's,
See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game,
But once I run into that nigga playin' with Wayne, man,
See, when I spin-a you Ben' bet' not be on you block,
But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my no'gga, you drop
Now where yo' nigga's at, comradie? They not wit'chu nah,
I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop,
Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout?
If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama..
Thuggin' in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a choppa,
I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way... My nigga...
Callin' me head busta! Callin, callin' me killa!
(Hook 2x)
Them call'un me killa..
Them call'un me head busta, Cash Money nigga,
My niggy, when I'm out late..
Call me what you want.. Full of blunts..
Look out your window, see where them from? Me!
Check! Now as the heat flame up...
Them lookin'-a down the street, them think they see Wayne' truck,
Him whole block gon' scare, 'cause me get me thing and bust,
Them know that Hot Boys known to be danger-ous,
That U.P.T. come down Chopper City, in the ghetto, my man,
Now who that be in the car with the choppa? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne,
I get my 'K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain,
Give me that rag, you ain't no solja, wipe the blood off my chain,
Gettin' blisty... off in a black F-150,
Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin,
Heads spinnin' like a set of seventeens or somethin,
Respect me for who I be: Seventeen, head-busta, Because...
(Hook 2x)
Check! Ori-gin-AL Hot Boy, land-cruisin' with guns,
I shall be the one, who burn the block up,
Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali'
Hundred shots automatic, Leave ya hopeless in a alley,
Now, when a nigga runs up...
If the nigga love his life, he wouldn't have his guns up
Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy...
And got boys... that got toys... to stop noise,
See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave them set empty,
Down him there street 'cause him want beef,
Now, me tried to tell lil' stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me."
Now look at him - open up his casket and see,
Click-clack my Mac', twist my fitted cap to the back,
Jump in the black 'Lac, scream "War", and just.. pow! pow!
How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye,
The scene gets wild, and everybody gon' die,
What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip,
You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip,
Who behind the gun slang... blunt hang... and twisted?
It's Mis-ter Wayne, Come splittin' when I spit...
(Hook 2x)
See, them callin' me killa.. Ha?
Because them callin' me killa... Wha?
Them nigga's callin' me killa,
Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga...
Wha? Callin' me killa... (Killa)
Callin' me killa... (Killa)
Them callin' me killa... (Killa!)
Them callin' me head busta,
Cash Money nigga... (Killa!) Killa! Wha?
But i never take a break
i never take a break
till i see heaven in the gates
i stick that metal in ya face and now they call ya
chrome face
fuck wit me better bring ya lunch cuz its gonna be a
long day
VERSE 2
fuck what ya heard like my dick against ya eardrum
swagger so sharp weezy where you get the spear from
i can make you the son yo momma never hear from
let the tough talk walk and watch how ya fear run
yah and fuck the world is my assignment
and i promise you gonna feel me like blind men
roll or roll over like front wheel alignment
tell them lil niggas dont come near the giant
VERSE 3
uhh now im smellin my self flow sicker than shit
where the hell is my hell startin to feel like makaveli
myself watch i put that mothafuckin mack 11 to ya scalp
yes my maybach i swear that bitch a donkey
had to get the long body cuz tha short one didnt want
mothafucka im ill hungry still greedy thats why my
first week i got a mill
its young money open the bar
if they dont know who if they dont know who we is
i bet they know who we are
no kelly just n.o. and l.a.
we come to fuck shit up like broke levys
gotta gotta phony bitch i swear she a medic
sometimes she give me head and it just get rid of my
[Lil Wayne]
Fo' fo' bulldog, my mother fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka fetch
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my f**king address, huh
[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Rick Ross]
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palm olive in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that pays your car notes
Well connected I got killers off in Chicago
[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a window up
pussy n*gga sweet, you n*ggas center bun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n*gga, P*ssy ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up
[Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
[J. Cole]
When this shit drop, I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing
Big dreams, say about some ripped jeans
Nigga got a job, have my little ?
Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over
5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage 5.15. 132s on the whip
Kept my shit clean
Actually that was my momma shit
But I’m driving round town on my Obama shit
Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
But, yeah I’m headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
Thats why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me
A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
I know the game I’m an expert
Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
Nigga I’m gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home
God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy
Please God don’t let this little broad have herpes
My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes ?
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto
Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos
But we was only kiddo’s
Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles
Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals
It’s that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz
And ya’ll borin’, I don’t play nigga I’m Mark Madsen
Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
I’m not asking my nigga I don’t need favours
I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
My team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
(I fucking ran out of breath)
Team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
Cole
[Lil Wayne]
I don’t even like this beat, but fuck it
I’m only gon spit a few bars cause I don’t like this beat
Bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
They say I’m old school, but I dropped out
Drop ya body off at a cops house
They throwing up them bricks, you better box out
My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
New pussy new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit
I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it
I’m from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo’s
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples
I’m bout to go banana puddin’
haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy
Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you, always watch the hand that’s cooking
Tunechi, D4 Hoe
Shout out Cole
You already know what it is, Cole World
Wayne’s World
We in this bitch hoe
Special delivery at your front door
you have now reached the end of side A it is time to turn over wait turnover
get a fuckin CD asshole so bring your ass down to fuckin sound advice buy a
fuckin CD player go to fuckin sam goody buy the fuckin CD stop copying shit on
tapes you fuckin loser and play the shit right and if you aint feelin it your
fucked up your deaf so the shit better rattle your fuckin trunk better make
your fuckin ear drums bleed better make the neighbors go wow what the fuck is
that whats so loud is there another party at the house no its fuckin Lil Waynes
album rockin this shit motherfucker
Baby"Ghetto Biotch!
(chorus)'what does lif mean to me?
cars clothes an a lot of jewerly.
what does life mean to me?
a fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty.
What does life mean to me?
drinken, pimpen an a whole lot of weed.
what does life mean to me?
every things right what we said, please believe me
(Baby) "Talken"
gutta holla at them niggas
I come thru like move bitch, get out tha way
for i pull yhis glock out and stick it dead in ya face nigga
a young wild nigga
don't crack a smile nigga
i pull it out and start bustin' in the crowd nigga
and i do it for my gangsta niggas
don'y give a fuck run in the club a nigga (shit)
and look i keep it gangsta on the regular
stay in ya place gutta ten steps ahead of ya
snitch rattin muhfuckas call 'em federals
get the fuck out my way, that's what ya better do
or that berretta leave that lead up in ya sweater dude
i leave ya stupid ass dead up in the woods dude
i'm so hood dude
got that escalade riddin' 22 shoes
who want it with tha sqad nigga we could clash crews
bitch we bad news
stsy ya distance lil nigga we will smash you
get out a pact young money's on a cash root
i'm on that inny v-twizzy blowin' past you
it's the young slim high yellow bad dude
get at me get at me
weezy baby
man i'm a g-a-n-g-ster
take it to the streets say when he scurred
t-streets let me see you make the z skiiiirt
fee-fee go and lace the weed with the syrup
weezy, don of the sqad nigga bow down
excuse yaself from the table we bout to chow down
we bust up in this bitch wit our smiles down
oh wow wow glock cock 4-4 pow pow
got a lion in the engine wit the loud growl
little kids and pets run from the roaw roaw
say round we bout to bring it back to our town
man shit bout to go down down
supa got that brown now
and little stacky got them pounds now
wodie, we got money from the floor to ceiling
homie talk slick we got money on the floor we bout to kill him
put money on my flow man i'ma win it
fee i got us papi, u could sit back and put ya feet up
i'ma make sure we all eat my nigga feed up
and u could catch me g'd up
at the stage at the club tosssin g's up
or at the table wrappin' ki's up
they tell me i could make it rappin put them ki's up
but i'm like 25 ki's up
the streets is tuff,
man i gotta get these peeps they stuff, it's a hot summer
u could still catch me and stunna in a 4 door lexus
it's only weezy baby no more extras
and u know he bout to buy me a 4 door testa' (testarosta)
just cuz he's impressed wit my solo effort
i show no care for, those who left us
fuck those fellas i'm so rebellious
i show no remorse
when u see me hold ya thought's or we gon' hold court
and i know u don't wanna hold court
i bust up in this bitch wit a k and bang out the whole court
You Have Now Reached The End Of Side A It Is Time To Turn Over Wait Turnover
Get A Fuckin Cd Asshole So Bring Your Ass Down To Fuckin Sound Advice Buy A
Fuckin Cd Player Go To Fuckin Sam Goody Buy The Fuckin Cd Stop Copying Shit On
Tapes You Fuckin Loser And Play The Shit Right And If You Aint Feelin It Your
Fucked Up Your Deaf So The Shit Better Rattle Your Fuckin Trunk Better Make
Your Fuckin Ear Drums Bleed Better Make The Neighbors Go Wow What The Fuck Is
That Whats So Loud Is There Another Party At The House No Its Fuckin Lil Waynes
Album Rockin This Shit Motherfucker
(feat. Baby)
[Lil Wayne]
Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet
My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief
I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese
I had point guard dreams of playin for some team
Hit the block and made NBA money in one week
See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly
But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early
They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry
I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I'm sorry
But i'ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash
I'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hopein it last
But still nigga don't, I might have to just go in the lap
And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Man we got that white girl,
and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's..
Dog who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..
Man who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..
Playa who got um?
[Juvenile]
I hate when a nigga flex up and he's makin it sound
As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggaz
I'm talkin to you! so take it how you want ho
I've been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont move
Ya partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you is
Niggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shit
Matter fact get the fuck out my face, befo' I put you in ya place
I'm one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like ya
I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya
You one of them niggaz try earning your stripe
Lil daddy I'm one of them niggaz that'll hit ya at night
[Chorus]
[Baby]
That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it,
Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic
Guns gon bust if these niggas be lackin
Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets
Overflow this bitch white work gone faster
Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin
In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin
Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin
Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasment
Bought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectin
He standin on my two feet he purrin 'I aint blastin'
Coming up from child hood days about my cashing
Hundred g's on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi
I never did listen , I never mind my daddy
My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally
4 bricks two guns I'm runnin to my parents
[Chorus x2]
[B.G. talking:]
What's happening?
The Hot Boy$ got some feelings they like to get off they chest
And if these niggaz feel like we feel, then y'all niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
[B.G.:]
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo block so quick
I feel Turk will be quiet and take yo shit
I feel Juve will catch you slipping and unload the tech
I feel a big ass helicopter on the set
Sometimes I don't even know how I feel
But I feel if you hating shit goin' get real
I feel like goin' buy me a brand new car
I feel like the neighborhood superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad cuz I fucked his bitch
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we taking over the industry fo'' sho
I feel like this bitin'' wannabe soldiers already know
I feel like Fresh is the best at beats
I feel like when you hear this shit you goin' feel like me
[Hook: B.G. and Juvenile]
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you [x3]
[B.G.:]
You fucking with the B.G., you fucking with the whole crew
[Young Turk:]
I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up
I feel like 'Look, I can't be stopped'
I feel like me and my click too hot
I feel like hitting the block with four niggaz
I feel like the whole CMB made niggaz
I feel like hitting the ho after this ''cert
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with Juve, the B.G. and Turk
I feel like we bout to blow up in this world
I feel like if I gotta hustle I'mma sell some ?furl?
Sometimes I just feel like jumping shop
I feel if my rhyme got beat, I'mma ride
I feel if a nigga flex up I pop the ?tro?
I feel like I could a nigga ho if I want
I feel like just getting it how I live
I feel like respect my mind lemme feel how I feel
[Hook]
[B.G.:]
You fuck with Lil' Turk, you fucking with the whole crew
[Juvenile:]
I feel like I'mma lose my life for this
I feel like I'mma have to fight for this
I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong
I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song
I feel like puttin' 20's on up in my car
I feel like taking these bitch niggaz to war
I feel I deserve me a platinum plaque
I feel I shouldn't have to ask for that
I feel y'all hos know a nigga want here
I feel y'all bitches know I'm holding my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I feel the policeman making me sick
I feel like the law don't wanna see a nigga with shit
I feel like God can only judge me now
I feel like death can only budge me now
[Lil' Wayne:]
Nigga I feel like that everything I write somebody else will bite
I really think its the south fresh tracks they be tight
I just can't explain I feel like when 200 0 come it'll be out my way
I feel like the Hot Boy$ them should be the president
I feel like burning up yo body to leave no evidence
I feel like money is the most important thing next to my seater
I feel like I should have no bald head tramp up in my beamer
And I also feel that I'm also real
Ain't no rollie like my rollie, noone live like I live
And I, I feel that I'm one of a kind
I feel like niggaz call shot but they ain't got bitches like mine
I feel like tonight I'm goin' ride, ride
And if you feel you goin' die, die
Now baby, baby, baby what the deal
Respect my mind I'm just telling you how I feel
[the rest is talking]
[B.G.:]
Now look, how you feel Juve? How you feel?
[Juvenile:]
I feel like a millionaire
[B.G.:]
How you feel Baby?
[Baby:]
I feel like pocketing mo bottles than a lowlife nigga fuck that
[B.G.:]
I feel like fucking all these niggaz' bitches who be hating on me and
I'm fucking 'em anyway
I just signed this deal, I just bought moms a new crib
And it's all good
I feel like bringing my car by ?killing?
I feel like letting 'em just bust that bitch out
[Baby:]
I feel like making a come up in a ?milf?
I feel like getting that ?alley goat? by myself
[B.G.:]
I feel like motherfuck the world
I feel like buying diamonds for my lil' girl
[Baby:]
I feel like niggaz need to stop stealing our shit
Ya heard me, stop stealing our shit
[B.G.:]
I feel like Mannie Fresh is the shit
[Baby:]
I fell like Turk...I feel like Turk is the block burner
[Young Turk:]
And I feel we taking nigga child if they hurt our feelings ya heard me?
[Baby:]
I feel like fuck the world nigga
[B.G.:]
I feel these niggaz need to stop stealing our shit
And My Grill Is Ill
Ice Bright White Light Ya Lil?
Did I Do That
Throwin Up Signs
Like Im With A Frat
Eagle Street Bitch
See Me When Ya Wanna
Find Me Im The Owner
Them Yellow Diamonds Lookin Like A Fridge Full Of Coronas
Gonnas
Ya See Thru Like Cubic Zerconiam
And Me I Keep It Funky Like Pubic Aroma
Hit Em With The Glock
Put Em In A Coma
Now What That Boy Got
Uhhh Glaucoma
My Weed Is Stronger
Uh Uh Wait
I Like Promethozine
Im In A Snail Race
My Watch Lines? Pick Up 88
Because I Got Crack Rocks As A Watch Face
Ya Girl Stick To Me Like Scotch Tape
Goodie? Colors In The Shade Nigga Fuck Bape
And Im Cold Like Upstate
All These Hoes Feel My Feung Shwei
Weezy Baby Im Here All Day
Your Girl Wanna Eat Me Alive
Im Like An Entree
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'
Fly gearrr but I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't takin'
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If u touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin' got u,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, ge
it, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.
Yea, that's me, T man,
T.I. dot com bitch,
TIP fuck wit ya boi, hey that is my brotha ladies and gentleman T.I.
And he is the king bitch, don't get that shit twisted,
And me, I am the best rapper alive ladies and gentleman, hello!
This is the drought 3 and it's been a minute since I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat,
But uh, I guess I'll go ahead and show these niggas what to do with one of the beats man
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked, ridin wit a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back, i like to get real high and i never look back and you don't wanna try me don't i look strapped? I come from tha hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin wit it, i got black and gold soul wit a fresh New Orleans fitted, and a collared polo and a pair of new chucks, Young Money motherfucka, i know you worry about us, Cash Money motherfucker, CMR i trust, never had my jaw brokin but his jaw i'll bust, and i probably got your girlfriend on my bus, what happens on my bus stays on my bus, and that white widow weed out the jar is a must, if you give me a cigar then a cigar i'll bust, put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff, look ma i'm tryin to make a porno starring us, well not just us, a couple foreign sluts, yea we make this summer manage twain, ya'll in? i be with Jim Jones and we be ballin ballin, yea baby we ballin like Rawlins and Spalding, pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian, i am leaning like 3 legged lion, climbing right to the top of the motherfuckin mountain, counting, i'm gonna need an accountant to count it, Manny got this fuckin beat pounding it's pounding, but it was just lost until i found it, i found it, stole it like a scoundrel, holly grove hound it, put this bitch to sleep, fucking right i night-gowned it,nigga's talkin cheap, tell them niggas pipe down bitch, bloods in the building, now everybody soundless,beatin up this track like a motherfuckin round-fist, blind deaf or crazy, i'mma spit like a long kiss, i'm just a martian ain't nobody else on this planet, see i know this i live by my only, say where my cheese nigga? where my macaroni?, baby i get up in da ass and act a donkey, candy armed candy nigga grippin the grain, see i'm the only fire that can live in the rain, i am so so New Orleans, like 1825 Tulane
Ha ha ha, see you gotta be New Orleans to know what I'm talkin bout, and if you don't...fuck you
Say what I want, and I don't want nothin cuz I got everything, bitch.
Drama I'm on fire man rock
(Lets go)
Weezy motherfucker
What it do holla at me
All the niiggas tryin to hate me
And the bitches tryin to have me
I'm a money man
Yep I get it from my daddy ho
In war we can beef like the nolia and the calio
Hollygrove my batte yo
Let that automatic go
Test me while I'm chillin
And I kill you from my patio
Bitch my shadow look good
I'm just feelin Weezy
Hop in my shit and say goodbye
Cause the ceilings leavin
Believe me
They ain't tryin to see me
Tell 'em I be the nigga with the burner in the beanie
I'm the fireman
She just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreamin
Niggaz say they hot
But its really not seemin
If these guys bad then I gotta be a deamon
Wayne's getting money like Damon and Kenan
Try and take it from me and I'm aimin and squeezin
Bangin and leavin
Stains on the cement
Slide the crackers something
So they tame the policemen
Left in a porche
Came in a car-nation
I'm fresh
Man the gucci sweats came with the creases
I'm hot but I'm cold
I just change with the seasons
Tryin to put some cheese on my pieces
If you lookin for your nigga
I be where the water gets deeper
Huggin on that money
Tryin to put it in a sleeper
Yea I'm here
Who the fuck wanna say somethin
Leave your whole head empty
Like a straight pumpkin
Make no assumption
I'm hustlin
Your girlfriend guzzlin
And you thought she wasn't
Name still buzzin even when I'm doin nothin
But I'm never dioig nothin
Cause I'm always getting money
That's simple jackass
If you don't get it your a dummy
And them niggaz that push me
Ain't nut but pure pussy
Sure honey I done heard what you said
But if a nigga really cared
You'd already be dead
Just some young ass niggaz
With some old ass bread
Yes I keep them dollas running
Like them bitches got legs
Now my nigga Taz Po
Been ridin with me since Keds
And my right wrist
Is looking like a cracked open egg
Thays white and yellow diamonds
Adjust your lighting
I got 'em so mad but
Oh I think they like me
[Chorus:]
Lets talk it over nooow
Leeeets talk it OOover
[Wayne:]
Heh-um
Hey Princess yeah you
[Verse 1:]
Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food
Knew I would score like shaq did in school
Knew I was stupid
Knew I look like a big fool
I must have had the flu I thought that shit was cool
Knew you would fall in love wit me and the shit I do
But never knew you would murder me What did I do?
Knew you was right for me
Knew I was right for you
Knew I would help you sell
Knew I would right for you
Knew I would keep you well
Knew I would fight for you
Knew I would pull out my heart and bring it right to you
YOU knew all about me baby, but you wasn't about me baby (damn)
Young wayne prepare for change
Cuz it seems like girly don't care the same
You had my chain you beared my name, then we had champagne
[Chorus:]
Lets make a toast
To yooou and me
Lets make a toast to honor the waaay its supposed to be
Oh, oh, oh oooh
[Verse 2:]
Other people telling me I fell off
Other people telling me I felt ya'll
Momma telling me I should at least call
My mind telling Me she should at least call
Felt like I was at the bottom of the sea-saw
Felt like I was at the bottom of the sea-shore
But 'cha gotta let a B ball
And when you open up your eyes I hope u see more
And when I see you I see detour
Don't need to be depressed anymore
Baby girl I need more, now run ya mouth 'till ya knees sore
[Chorus:]
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over Noooooooow
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over Noooooooow
Lets talk it over
Lets talk it over
[Verse 3:]
Uh 5 carrots on the finger got her hands smitten
But everybody get a ring even Scotty Pippin
Everybody got a thing but I guess mine isn't
What my vision
Soo I just sit in my Lamborghini let my top vibe wit me
Kick back and get high wit me
And if she still get me
I hope my wife know she got a playa 4 life and that's no bullshitin
I push love to its full limits
Do a hundred-ninety in the lane called memory
And I know you in that lane wit me
But when the light change
You didn't change wit it
And now im honkin my horn
gotta get that dead grass off of my lawn
As I mow'z on, the chanpagne's never Froze-on
As it pourz on the floor
[Chorus:]
Lets make a toast
To yooou and me
Lets make a toast to honor the waaay you supposed to be
Oh, oh, oh oooh
This is a dedication motherfucker
This is Gangsta Grillz you bastards
Nigga we bussin and bussin
To the banga bus
No we don't run for the olympics
But the flame's with us
I got that 'tussin
That scummy and the angel dust
So pick you high I will supply
And correct changes, what's up
We bring the bus in
We bussin, like this thang's for us
You niggas is sleeveless man
You can't hang with us
I got a bitch who speaks spanglish
She keep her bangels danglin'
In the cocaine thats right up her anus
Old Wayne is right up in the spot
Like he's supposed to
B got hova at the game
And now he coachin'
Me but I been the champion
Happy as I ever been
Lampin' in the Hamptons like
What the fuck is a hammock?
The chef up in the kitchen like
What the fuck is a sandwich?
I'm like we need to find middle ground
We need balance
Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage
I'm outstandin' like standin' outside
Up in the twister and walkin'
Not damaged
Standin' outside up in the blizzard
And walkin' hot handed
Servin' nickle bags in Iraq
Bet I will not panic
Swerve the nickle black if I wreck
Bet I will not panic
Cop another one the next day
And drive it crazier
The seat to be lazier
Shit or beat Gravy uh
Need a serifine of my girls
So then I baby her
Waving her at two crazy
Fugazez I'm too brazy
Three brazies deep
We got 380's and P80's
Nice 9's, M10's
M1's and 12 Gauges
Shell casings
Money put up for jail cases
Bail making
My momma say
Tuck your chain son
They'll take it
I hit up with one of them still faces
Like, I'll be dowm mama
They know who I am mama
I'm still your little boy
But to them I'm the man mama
Fuck with your boy man
Hollygrove the hood nigga
Throw it in your face
'Till you get that understood
Chorus
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat
Call yo click
Squeez yo clip hit tha right one pass tha weed
Gotta lite one
Wat ya mammy told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
Told ya I'll be back I'm commin I got that tolamansoda
Dats blood all ova ya sofas
Blood all ova ya postas,
Blood all ova ya sholdas,
Blood all ova tha strollas,
Do that shit I done that shit it's Weezy Baby
He's a baby put that nigga run that shit
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch
She know wat it be M-O-B
Pistol write the M-I-Re
You know wat it be M-O-Me
Bitches know were that lime lead 2 words
Room key, where? Penthouse Suiet
Wear not a damn thing
I'm here batabambing
My hand bing
My wrist bling
My neck bling
My ear bling
Supa bowl ring bitch
Cash money young money
Supa bowl team bitch
Money, money, money, money
I'm true to those things bitch
You with those pussy hoes I shoot at those queens bitch
This Is New Orleans bitch,
Murder, dope fein shit!
Chorus
Wat ya papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders
I told ya i'm comin back I got that Tolamatola
Dats blood all ova ya rova
Blood all ova ya shofa
Blood all ova ya lofa's
If I get in to close thats
Blood all ova my toasta
Blood all ova my hosta
I'm in em' Es-Cas that's
Blood all ova my hova's (Fuck)
I'm hustlin with a Motive
My niggas need me
The a tiger In my pocket
Say 'Feed me' It's greedy
See them niggas
Jack them niggas
Kill them niggas
Wack them niggas
Ask them bitches
Ask them niggas
Weezy Baby that tha nigga
Catch me smashin In tha Vee
Matchin seats, matchin feet
Sheesh that bitch too sweet fa tha streetz
Got that key for tha leaf, that feast the beef
No need to speak, let It be wat It be
Niggas want piece, I make em' leave here
Piece by piece
Fuck me
Fuck you
Wat it is
Wat it do
I've been ready since 81' and I was born I 82'
Holleygrove where I'm from
but we call that bitch tha Zoo
I ain't neva trust a bitch since she ate that forrbidden fruit
Sucka free,
sucka proof,
50 shots,
Cut em Loose
Quarter back weezy baby
Shotgun, run and shoot
Comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby
at Home Furnacatin, homie by tha phone waitin
Got-Damn
-I-Am
-A-Man
-Tha-Man
-Tha-Mu
-Tha-Fuck
-Ing-Pre-Sident
Bitch
Chorus
My name Wayne and I came to party
my watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee
Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty
I aint on strike three, but his brains'll cost me See I'ma chill
like waitin for the doctor I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey
I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up
I'm like, say no more cuzz there's the door
and my niggaz like 'I ain't tryin' hate on yours
I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no
I'm too small to go against the cold
So I grab me a freak and be like, 'let's roll'
Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party
that's what's up, master suite master me
and we be 'ungh' all night like Master P yeah
My name Wayne and I came from money
I gotta pretty bitch wit me, but her brains is ugly
Got a city bitch wit me, but her brains is country
Yeah a silly bitch wit me, man her brains is dummy
Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies
that desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy
I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money
I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin
I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats
They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white
Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it
Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent
So that makes this a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
Young money but the money aint young neither's the night
what are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH
My name wayne and I came to rock
I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock
and like the song say get, getcha ass on up
but her thong say pull me down or to the side
and I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway
bet I run up and down your hallway all day shit
ain't nothin like a hard day menage
I call it three the hard way, Ohhh
Hollygrove hard case, Scarface all face
very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case
I ride fly, look out the window you saw space
I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior
You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me
Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a nigga when you're serious shit
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, holla at me
(mannie fresh in background)
[Verse One]
Say boooyyyyy
You ain't want to get hit with the AR, AR, 15, 15, flip cars
So just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz that goin against me
I come hhhaaard, I'm so hard
I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watching my fist bleed, fist bleed
So whhhaaat
I'm bustin this bustin, this fuckin up everybody that I see
So move to the left, cause you might catch a hot one
Tear a whole square out ya chest with the shotgun
Make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun
We can go there, my nigga, I'm so there
Ridin by myself with the chopper on the backseat
Shoot out the driver side knock his body to the backseat
Stop pause, make the Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he
[Chorus]
Lose the handguns, we don't got back nigga
We hold shotguns, we pop that nigga
And when you shot it, don't it
It make ya body bounce
You do the shorty bounce
And when it hit you don't it
It make ya body bounce
You do the shorty bounce, bounce
Shorty Bounce
Now bounce shorty bounce
Now bounce shorty bounce
It make ya body bounce
[Verse Two]
Now, ay fella
You ain't wanna get hit with the AK, AK, 47, 47, heavy metal
Guns and roses
Roses and dresses
Funeral settins
Blessins
Ay man
You see 'em on the waist
I'm tryna shoot straight, straight shot
Don't lose faith
Homie use safe
Hit ya in ya grill, now they call you two face
This ain't dance, this a motherfuckin' pressure point
Eartquake, break a nigga down to a decimal
Break a nigga break, break a nigga down to a vegetable
Lay ya grandmother next to you
This the the untestable, the untouchable
The young stunna do, whatever stunna do
Stop pause nigga, make the Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Ay chump
You ain't wanna get hit with this straight pump
just a pump, with the pump, with the pump
Not the pump, the pump
You know if I get em, you got already, you got already gotta slump
I shot 'em once, with the buckshots
Make it look like a sun shots
A nice body all dumb hot
He turned cold dead
Anybody in the city cops say did
Look me in my eyes nah look me in my barrel
Leave a barrel strawberry cherry on ya apple
I'm a very scary, new orleans mammal
Shorty on my back got me workin like a camel
Put a hole in ya back and lift you up
I'm weezy f baby
Guess whats up
Stop pause, make the Dominique Dawes
Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he
[Chorus]
f/ Big Tymers, Tha Capos, Mack 10
[Mannie Fresh]
Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa)
Check me out (Come on)
Cash Money Millionaires
Check me out
[Lil Wayne]
Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face wit tha diamond brace
Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says
Go lights out
And mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out"
And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth
So I took it anyway
But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin
All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian
If they play, I bury them, y'all already knowin
I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin
See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Aye I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine) - Check my baby mamma
(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas
(Shine) - I'ma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) - Don't know when I'm comin home
(Shine) - Doin X and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is tha shhh...
[Mack 10]
I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes
I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets
On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene
I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens
And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints
(Baby: Tha new Bently out?)
If I don't got it, it ain't
Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come
And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from
Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac)
Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac)
Man I'ma whole lot richer since tha for life scence
Went countin myself, to a money machine
I'ma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T.
It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C
[Hook]
(Mikkey)
Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city
Black X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y'all feel me
Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long
Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on
Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red
Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head
Still I'm quick to pop two in tha feds
Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some bread
Go head, name another click that could rap above us
A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public
Cats love it, boosie broads deny it
They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private
And you know me, I'm low key
Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel
And when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by
Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by
[Hook]
[Christina]
Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofs
Chris stackin, even when I'm in tha booth
Got charms and charms, you can call me tha bomb
And you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my arm
Got Royces on vogues, countin banks rolls
Even y'all hoes is sendin me roses
I'm nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty
On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me
Shoes, bags call me Parda
Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha)
I sip dun, call me Lady Don
Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb
Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue
Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two's
(Mannie Fresh)
Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha)
Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two's
[Hook]
[Baby]
I'ma stunna, a band new colorful hummer
A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer
Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right
Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes
I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna
Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna
Just scored a PT and I streched it quick
Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick
Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist
Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick
Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink
Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep
Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks
Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets
Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat
Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink
[Hook]
[Stone]
I hold it down like and what
Brown and Tan stunnas
Platinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffs
Drivin a CL-6
Ridin wit Bear's clique
Tha block done got hot, I'm slingin them raw bricks
We givin them haters trouble
They I was seachin rubber
Lil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new Bubble
Cop rocks like small mountains
Hit blocks wit four ounces
You know you can't stop our watery, we got out own fountain
[Lac]
You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missin
Tha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glistenin
All in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inches
Wit no note, and I sure ain't rent this
Here come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin
Ridin up tha lake on Super Sunday
When I come through I'm tryna jump in somethin
Sound at fifty, and I'm bumpin, bumpin
* send corrections to the typist
(Lil Wayne Talking)
I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla)
I mean all I see is money, I got a C-Note between my eyes, (Its Real)
Please feel me, Sqad Up nigga, (For Real)
I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (Its Real)
Now listen, Now what you is?
(Verse 1)
I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with drama
But I recover with power, and love it with honor
Discovered as a son of a problem
Remember smugglin powder throught the doors of my high school
To force up they nostril, 'til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ahh, ill for that good feel
And it feels good when them fields pull
We wheels quarters through the real raw parts of the streets
My hearts in the streets, So watch what ya step
When ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech's
Specials and Pumps, Vests is for chumps
Eat ya chests for lunch, munch
Young country dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop from it
Real nigga talk, No frontin
(Chorus)
Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth?
If ya dont its because I'm speakin real nigga
Real nigga, This here is real nigga talk
Real nigga talk dogg, I hope you feel me
Let me talk to you dogg, You gotta feel me
I hope you feel me, You gotta feel me
Listen
(Verse 2)
Chrome's hidden inside of my tires
You should see the size of my tires
Ridin' on Mark McGwires, I spark the fire
Got me higher than a late flight
From L.A. to New York twice in the same night
Got some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipe
Watch homie's brains get rain whipped
Thats the type of sight to make Wayne right
They sayin life is short but money is long, And money is life
So for now I'm runnin the lights, in the 600 with pipes
Hop out, Collar Polo, and under the stripes is something that bites
We will be thuggin for life
And can't nothin pursuede or change us
We gangstas, we live it, I'm in the post without a Pippen
But fuck it, I'm just shootin when I can't move
Who'da knew I can't lose
And truthfully through the loot that's Young Money Entertainment
You get it arranged then holla at me
(Chorus w/ minor variations)
(Verse 3)
I burn in the winter, stand up in the fall
Stand up in the stands, and stand up for my dogs
Them asses I will spall, the plan is too ball
But the stuff I got in my pants cuff
is enough to make'em put my hands on the wall
Work, push on the strip, I'm pushin the whip
Fat back pockets, my cushion if I'm lookin to slip
I'm hookin ya lip, If ya play hookie with my chips
Put that ass kitchen, bitch, when ya cookin that shit
Dodge hoes, jukin and shit
Cause I can see beautiful women, but I'm not lookin for shit
I'm from the hood where you tooken for shit
So you gotta take the shit, and make ya shit
I had to bring home the bacon bits
Cause Pop's was fakin, and he left a nigga bakin shit
Now my heart ache and itch, from all the flagrant shit
I gotta take in, and thug out
Real nigga talk, bitch
(Chorus w/ minor variations)
F/ Baby, Lac
Uh oh
Uh oh
Look
Listen
[Verse 1]
Now watch me break em up
Tape em up
Gun up in his face
I be like straighten up
Do make me bust
Run up in this place
I put my K to her and Uzi to him
I woosy from gin
Like shut up or get two to your chin
You and your friend ??? how they do it in the pen
I'm kinda off
The 90 sparks give a damn bout your car
I'm behind the tips of the Excursion
Drunk and swervin'
Your mom was twerkin
Don't be jerkin in the middle of ???
I heard he got the murders so I'm going to get 'em
His boys are trippin so now I got his ma and children
Plus I slid inside tha back of A
96 Acura
Click-Clack and A
Black automatic Cataca
Bitches got me rataca
Pistols out to damage ya
I swear i'll have this broads brains over the Avena
Mario and Samua
Screamin' man blast her brah
Now you reall askin fa
A motherfuckin massaca
WHAT!
Chorus: Baby, (Lac)
Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)
Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
I, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)
What, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up
[Lil' Wayne: talking]
Fuck, man I been on this block all day
(say, say, say, say, say)
Hot man, get off my shirt, hot man
(Oh whatchu got?) Ohhh who that?
Boy that look like Baby, that ain't (that's dubs?)
That ain't Baby (that's dubs?)
That ain't - that is that nigga man (lets go)
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog?
[Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog
[Wayne] Like what? Look I ain't have nothing to do with
killing them...
[Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit
and how its gonna go down
[Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something
cause right now I'm tired of hustling
and these rocks ain't doing nothing
and to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it
[Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking
I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer?
I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari
[Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley
[Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in
[Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that
[Baby] What thats a blunt?
[Wayne] Yeah
[Baby] Light that, nigga I'll be right back
[Wayne] Aight cat, just don't be playing, this worth my while?
[Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a hoe?
[Wayne] Nah
[Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, so I need me a lil' solider
I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit
[Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit
And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
[Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28
[Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change
I'ma go an cop me a Ranger and two platinum chains
[Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you
You too young from the start
[Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it
Its dedication and heart
[Baby] Dedication and smarts
Don't put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
[Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
[Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might
[Wayne] B, I'm all ears
[Baby] Get your ass in this car
[Wayne] Unlock the door
[Baby] Its unlocked
[Wayne] Don't holla at me
You ain't my pa
[Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came
fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine
Pays five a piece
[Wayne] Every week?
[Baby] Just move it together
I'ma knock off my lil' section
You take care of your area
[Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here
I'ma have Coke and Dope
It's gone be on 'round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's?
[Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez
[Wayne] I'm all for it cousin
I'ma get me a million
If power get between it I'ma split me a nigga
[Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic
[Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What's up?
[Baby] We gonna fuck it up
[Wayne] Nigga what? Nigga what? Haha
[Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne
whispering something you can't understand]
[Prodigy]
Yo, yo, it's like this Dunn
Uh-huh, yo
Sittin back plottin on ways
How we can get this money, we need us a payday
Dig in my pocket, it's nuttin but change
I dig deeper, but still comin up wit change
So we, called our lawyers to fix this shit
He said it's aight, we bout to be _Free Agents_
Have patience, we can't though, we need paper
Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up
It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump
Shit that out, then tour for like six months but..
This can't be life, this can't be all there is for us
We need more cream to splurge
Thinkin back, how we used to pick herbs
Me and Hav' in Manhattan, stickin up cowards
for they wallets and Starter hats
For anything worth somethin, we beat 'em out of that
But fuck all that, we grown men, we need Porsches
We need Porsche endorsements and more shit
Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous
I feel stressed though -- so I just
hop in my truck for a drive
Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive
As I peel in my Jeep, turnin up this
Goin through withdrawal cause man do I miss
A pint of E&J;, some haze, a twist
Me and Hav' on a flight to Rome witcho' bitch
Yes, that's my favorite shit
But without the dollars it don't make sense
So I, write that shit that grab you
Hit up the studio, that's how we get paid in full
YEAH - that's what we get paid to do
The next contract we sign'll be monumental
[Havoc]
Uh-huh, yo.. sittin contemplatin on plans
Like a bomb with a short fuse with this gat inside my hand
I need paper, lookin at these stick-up kids
Got me thinkin bout the previous things I did
Gettin bent up, feelin fed up, whattup Dunny
Stomach touchin, niggaz over here type hungry
Waitin on my turn just got me hyper
And impatient, maybe I might just
Lurk with my forty-five, if you outside
I advise yo' ass to hide
We talk with the heat, lettin it spit
Move out the way and you can STILL get hit
They wonder why I'm riskin all this cash I made
Put your feet in my shoes you gon' see it my way..
So niggaz wanna stunt it's cool
My stomach never full, and I will eat your food
[Prodigy]
Aiyyo Hav', check this out
You go to your girl house and I'll go to mines
Cause my girl definitely mad it took us too long to do this album
[Havoc]
Yeah and call Chris Shapiro to make sure they triple that advance man
[Prodigy]
Aight, no doubt, don't forget we got a flight early tomorrow
Gotta be on time
[Havoc]
No doubt, I'ma see you there my nigga
Make sure you remind Noyd, to call Alchemist, and we good
[Prodigy]
Aight, no question son
Aiyyo what happened to peace? .. {PEACE!!}
['celebration' skit follows]
[Chorus:]
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, i'm all about my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
we over here hustlin', we over here
we over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, i'm all about my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper
[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what i'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And i just keep on gettin it gettin it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, i will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, i got the key to the jet.
i got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
Ok, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, i put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, i just get my chips and then i dip, and then i dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money talks.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know i will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
i say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas.
it's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Ridin' in a lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stuntin while we hustlin, nigga makin his meals.
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills.
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switchin the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin', 'fore i... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga.
[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All i need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound.
I'm just chillin' but my money still runnin 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what i does.
You niggas couldn't even be who i was.
Yea hit me wit the snares Fresh
Just the snares fresh
I like the snares Fresh
Ima ride the snares all the way throught this thing right here man
Im sexy Weezy baby
Test once again what up
This is what they call me bitch
Eagle Eagle Carter Man
In a 96 Regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundramat
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I gotta do somethin I done blown my last
Dollar holla at ya boy on the ave
And that cheaper eagle is what im known to have
Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask
And make it halloween and take all ya bags
I say Holly Holly Grove wount you gon on and stash
Fuck it make these mutha fuckas understand
I say look coach ya pitchin at me underhand
But im a designated hitter I adjust so fast
Yall been designin woman im a womans man
Im the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But Ima major set back when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mammy's pot
I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot
Im tryna get back door I demand it now
Yea panic now you better pan it down
Fore the neighbors sen me over here tearin it down
Here's Weezy F. Baby and his crown,
The Prince
[Hook x2]
This is my town my home
This is my crown my throne
This is me on my own
Let's get it on
And the handgun is so included
Dont get it confused I want no confusion
And keep ya hoe I dont want yo contusions
I make my hoe stop and let the dough keep movin
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
It Money Over Bitches that im gon keep provin
Yes its Weezy F. I got ya mama groovin
Out of all the Hot Boys she say im the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges this time to juice it
This game is a bitch and im tryna seduce it
I floss a awful lot of haters tryna reduce it
But the laser on the 45 is eyein ya stupid (oh)
One shot to remind ya who is
That fly lil nigga thats behind the trigga (wizzle)
Im off chronic combined wit liqour
But nigga will never see me like mama tigger (oh)
A 80's baby a fightin nigga
I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
Im somethin ya culpepper like a viking slick
See me over the viking stove and im whitin bricks
Or in the middle of the shootout untightin clips
Pop another one shoot back while lightin this spliff
I do this
You catchin my drift
Representin wit my section on my belly and shit
I am the prince
[Hook]
So roll the carpet out
Cause you fuckin wit a nigga from the royal south
See ya either in or ya out
And if ya out stay in cause them warriors out
Them vultures the cops and them lawyers out
I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out
Nah nigga I never call ya house
Im probably somewhere takin Toya out
Not answerin my phone man ignorin ya spouse
She leavin messages about me enjoyin her mouth (aye)(stop)
Im ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name nah better yet point em out (aye)
Me and the streets got a joint account
Im from the streets that ya need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth
And we tote a lot of iron that'll flatten ya out
Few roaches but never have no rats in his house
Never tell on one another leave that in the house
Always been a small hustler move my packagin out
I ever run into some trouble send them savages out
These niggas talkin sweet I get them cavaties out
I got graveyard flyers man im passin em out (aye)
Bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now
I am the Prince
This is my town my home (yea)
This is my crown my throne (the prince)
This is me on my own (the prince)
Let's get it on (the prince)
This is my town my home (the prince)
This is my crown my throne (weezy)
This is me on my own (by my self so niggas guess what)
Let's get it on
Yeah, Hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
(Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah Spit'Em Man
(Gangsta Grillz)
I Get That Money
That'S My Top Committment
Yall Niggaz Just Talkin Yall Politicians
But Let Me Get Slick
Real Quick Like Rick
Without The Patch On My Eye
Take A Patch Out The Sky
Cuz Im Fly
I Say That Alot
And Ima Keep On
Thousand Dollar Jeans On Nigga Keep Flowin
Keep Walkin, Piece On
You Wont Find Me In My Beach Home
Im Out Ya Reach Arm
I Got A Speech For'Em, Um
Fuck Them And Whoever Know'Em, One
Im Steppin In Roberta'S
Wit A Nasty Ass Virgo
She Feelin My Gangsta
I Aint Even Have To Game Her
But That Came Natural
Sorta Like Magical
I Disappear When I Dip In The Bathroom
But I'Ll Be Back Soon Fuckin Wit Them
Raccoons, Like Jackie Benson On His
Honeymoon (What Up Fool)
High Spitta In Tha Builidin
Young Money In The Arena
Ya Catch Me Wit Two Bad Bitches Between Us
(Gangsta Grillz)
I Cook Good Crack In A Pot In A Pot I Pissed In
Yall Niggaz Just Talkin Yall Politicians
Wit The Wind Against My Back I Defend
In The Attack
By Any Man Im In Infact, Ha Ha
And Its Like That
My Impact So Hard If I Die I Probably
Bounce Right Back
I Walk Around Wit A Mouse Trap
Niggaz Wit Cheeze Dont Like Rats
And Despite That
I Been Around A Few Gold Fish
Im Still A Shark Out The Ocean
I Wear Tha Fuck Out The 0 6, 4 Sent Flo
?????
Left Arm So Stiff
Yall Dont Shit About This Stuntin Business
Im About To Teach That To All Of My Bitches
Back To The Business
Give The Muthafucka So Much Coke
He Probably Have Problems Wit His Kidneys
Spit'Em
(Jesus Christ)
(Gangsta Grillz)
It'S Hatas Out There But Im Optimistic, Yall Niggaz Just Talkin Ya Politicians
Im Walkin What Im Talkin And Im
Plannin What Im Sayin And Im Steppin What Im Reppin Im About What I Shout Boy
The Loudest Mouth Of The South Boy
Im From The Dirty Dirty
You Cant Get Me Out My Shop Boy
I Got A Money Clip
But Like What For
I Told Hoes That
They Cant Hold That
I Stick It In Her Back Pocket Make Her Butt Large
And Pull Her Simple Jeans Down She Like
Fuck Drawls
And Im Like Fuck That But She Thought I
Was Ignorant
Approached Her Like A Gentleman
Her Friends Tryin To Get Wit Them But
I Already Been Wit Them
They All Act The Same I Fucked Them All
Man They Like Synonyms
I Like Dividends, I Might Give Her Them
She The Niggaz Im Wit I Might Handle Them
[DJ Khaled:]
My Nigga Weezy F Baby
That Nigga Soldier
A.K.A. Loyalty
Listen
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Listen to my darling ever so precious.
My girl, my baby, Cashmoney Records.
And As For The Record. The Relationship through.
And we, we lasted longer than them asses expected.
And, se we was strong when they neglected you.
We held on when the others were seprate.And desprate.
Na never did. Cus ya boy got leverage.
Though his friends tellin him when he could do better than.
But whatever them. Friends come questionin.
Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in.
Thats veteran. Thats Evident.
We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense.
You my new and old testiment.
And when them haters start pressin then them bitches start pressurin.
Im'a represent. Yeah with every inch.
I got to cus im the president.
Some other ladies lost their main niggas.
So rest in piece B.I.G. from cashmoney and wayne nigga.
And I aint tryin to lose my main girl.
I say its Cashmoney mother fuckin records, Waynes world.
I had conversations, with other top women.
We talked about going steady but i wasent ready.
I havent got in it.I was not wit it.
Because the pussy at home was my own.
My thrown is ready, the seats warm.
As soon as we get out the rain we se a storm.
And you went throughout my veins in every arm. So even throughout the pain im very calm.
These niggas talkin bout my bitch and how they fucked her.
And how they hate her. And how they used to love her.
And I almost left, I was weak. And we still move in unis every week.
Im sorry.
[Lil Wayne: Talking]
Man, you know i'd never leave you. Till I kill myself in 9/4.Just cause my momma said I couldnt be with you.
I love you
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And now im feelin like pac, me and my girlfriend.
Death to all you other bitch niggas, hope ya world end.
No reunion, No records. Nigga fuck yall I wish I never met ya.
And Birdman still my father, Slim still a godfather.
And this is Cashmoney carter.
We mash for the money nigga aint nothin change.
The only thing changed is the cribs and the banks. (Got Money)
The stakes, and the plates, and the dates.
Nigga you dont know what I mean if you aint got cake nigga.
You broke, im straight nigga.Im good like great nigga.
Im figure 8 nigga. 8 am im early, you late nigga.
Im gone, you gotta wait nigga.
Im hot, gimmie my shit. CMB baby I love my bitch.
[Lil Wayne: Talking]
Yeah, that aint fair, but I dont care.
Ima mother fuckin cashmoney millionare.
[Lil Wayne]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?)
They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
Look-
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes – I'm drunk and blow
And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato on the head of my nine – it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small
Ain't nothin' nice
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues
[Lil Wayne]
Look-
Now we all do dumb things
Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces
(????) off the meters
Don't leave without the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
A lot of Hennessy – just twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton – mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty – I carry one
Come to kill up everyone
What!
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
[Lil Wayne]
Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
Follow me – everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly – ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me
I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
U Dont Wanna Be Out N Da Streets
Mouth Full Of Blood Soul Full Of Heat
House Full Of Thugs And Da Orders Will Be Like
Dont Leave Till U Get All Of The Keys
Head Full Of Holes And Your Blood On My Sneaks
Like These Is 650 Your Blood Too Cheap
Me Im From New Orleans Where Hustle
And Enough Work To Have Da Cops Husltin 4 Me
Shit
Lil City Aint Nuthin Here 4 Free Im An
Uptown Nigga Put My Money By My Teeth
(Cherr) But Its Magic Wen Eva I Hear A Beat But
Give Me 100 Keys Yall Will Never Hear From Me
Shit
Young Money Man Da Leverage Is Deep
I Am Better Than I Eva Been Dat Other Shit Was
Weak Fuc Making In Da Industry I Made It Da
Street Now My Arms Ready If U Thinkin U Can See
Me Nigga
U Can Get Got On Block Shot In Da Club Parking
Lot From Da Ak Im Shooting Till My Trigger Get
Hot (Ahh) Pull My Sleeve Over My Head And Then
Spary U Dont No Promblem Wit Revolver Dont
Come N Here Regardless
mama gave me the swag, i walk like the president
talk bout only dead presidents and big settlements
yes i have faith in the flag, yep i'm a citizen
i'm reppin my city that is bet is the silliest
mama ain't teach me no betta but to get this chedda
and that i do, and for it i get at you
i consider you all fools, you niggas is hilarious
young money bitches don't wanna fuck us, they wanna marry us
now ain't that some shit
i can't have one bitch but i just got one dick and NO
i ain't fuckin with the faith
i lower my hand gun with hand towels just to touch a nigga face
i am somethin like a safe, i will never crack
ain't no combination, nigga neva dat
if a nigga eva said anything about weezy and meant it
he gon get it that same evenin, pimpin
backseat ridin like i'm mr. daisy, i am weezy f baby, don't miss the baby
i kiss the lady on her hand, i'm a fly young man, check my wingspan
this year, i probably do everythin, tan by crib on the sand
gotta float to the land but don't get it twisted, i still die for me
and do a bid for my man, do the best that i can
cuz i'm strong, strong with a will and a plan
there's a will, there's a way so make way for the fam
young money, i yell it til they come for me, come get me
i bet i'll take more than one wit me
i know it don't take more than one shot
and for that reason, i'm gon shoot more than one shot
i be clickin when the gun stop, i make the body hot
then spit on it when the body drop
i get on it like a pot of crack
i get at your bitch, then i tell her like a rapper.. holla back!
i'm still askin, where the dollaz at
i will smash em if you got em jack, i peel faster
the lil bastard in the made back
a young nigga, i still think savin is wack
i eat, sleep, shit and bathe wit my gat
i'm like, fuck pimpin, slavin is back
they like, 'yes master, you da best master'
my hoes need me, i'm like test answers
you don't need me, you might catch cancer
come back from the treatment lookin like van axil
NO, i don't like bald head hoes
i like a long haired diva with the bosses goals
i'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go
he too proud, i go where your boy can't go, oh
nasty ass lil boy, put my feet up on the dash, pass the grass
enjoy, get the coke up off the glass, get the money out the drawers
get the weed out the jars and we do it like stars
haha
weezy f baby
(feat. Yung Money)
[Verse 1: Yung Money]
Young man for president I probably paint the white house black if it was my residence Bush back in office some niggas feel thats irrelavent cause they still peddlin this medicine but anyway anyday I cuzzerk I quick and make my semi spray just to blow your men away stiff arm my bery tight but it stay like a penetray yung money we outta school but we got chemistry young spitta young man young cop young mall taspo we dont pass the rock nigga we ball hard mash low in the escalade nigga yall all fall jack yo fresh ass caddy and steal yo white walls nigga we dont like yall hell yeah we will fight yall we aint on no tyson shit we aint tryna bite yall knuckin if you buckin probably bust it at yo cousin our yungin thats bout sumtin yall niggas aint bout nuttin
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga we bustin and bustin to the banga bust no we dont run for the olympics but the flame with us I got that tustin that scummy and that angel dust so pick yo high I will supply and correct changes wussup we bringin bustin we bustin like this thang for us you niggas is sleevless man you cant hang with us i got a bitch who speak spanglish she keep her bankles danglin and the cocaine is right up in the anus owanus right up in the spot where he suppost to B got over at the game and now he coaching me but I been a champion happy as i ever been wampin in the hamptons like what the fuck is hammock the chef up in the kitchen like what the fuck is a samich im like we got a fine middle grind we need balance challenge me i be to my advantage im outstanding like standing outside up in a twista and walking I damage standing outside in a blizzard and walking high hand it serving nicklebacks in Iraq bet i will not panic swerve the nickelback if i wrack bet i will not panic cop another one the next day and driving crazier the seats will be lazier shit will be gravier nina sarafina my girl so then i baby her wavin her at two crazy fu gazzys im to brazzy three brazzys dee we got 3-80s and p-80s 9s 9s m-10s m-1s and 12 gauges shell cases money put up for jail cases bail make it my momma say tuck ya chain son theyll take I hit with one of them stail faces LIKE Ill be dammed momma they know who i am momma im still your Lil' boy but to them im the man momma fuck with ya boy man holly grew the hood nigga throw in ya face till you get that understood
[Verse 3: Yung Money]
Niggas know im heavy with the colt with the colt in a Impala SS and it sittin heavy on the spokes never am i broke man im playin with some change I get a nigga soaked like he playin in the rain and everywhere i go a hoe stayin in my chain im the most valueable player in the game these haters wanna ride because i got more kicks then niggas with black belts in karate keep her real bone with a real nice body just copped the lac and a yellow mazarati niggas aint fuckin wit the don when yung money shoppin we dont leave nuttin in the mall these niggas aint as rich as us man ya rims to small get your mothafuckin inches up cause i copped me a Benz today just to go on 106th and park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ
YUP!!!!
Verse 1:
Young maine for president I'd probably paint the white house black if it was my residence bush back in office some niggas feel that's irrelavant, cause they still peddalin this medicine but anyway anyday i can zurk out quick and make my semi spray send some of my men ya way just to blow yo men away stephon malbury type bullets they like the pennatrate young money we outta school but we got chemistry (young money muthafucka) young spitter, young maine, young cop, young mall, tez poe we dont pass the rock nigga we ball hog mash low in the escalade nigga yall all fall jack yo fresh ass caddy and steal yo white wallz nigga we don't like yall hell yeah we will fight yall we ain't on no tyson shit we ain't tryna bite yall knuckin if u buckin probably buss it at yo couzin we youngins thats bout somethin yall niggas ain't bout nothing(chyea, chyea)
Verse 2:
nigga we bussin, and bussin to the banger buss no we don't run for the olympics but the flame wit us. i got that tussin that scummy and that angel dust so pick yo high i will supply and correct changes whats up. we bring the bussin we bussin like this thang for us you niggas is sleevless man you can't hang with us i got a bitch who speak spanglish she keep her bangles danglin and the coccaine is right up in her anus OakWayne is right up in the spot where he suppose to be got Hova at the game and now he coachin me but i been a champion happy as i ever been lampin' in the hamptons like what the fuck is a hamick the chief up in the kitchen like what the fuck is a samitch i'm like we gotta find middle ground we need balance challenge me that be to my advantage i'm outstanding like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damage standing outside up in the blizzard then walking hot handed serving nicklebags in Iraq bet I will not panic Swerve the nickel black if I wreck bet I will not panic cop another one the next day and drive it crazier and the seats'll be lazier shit'll be gravier Nina Sarafeena my girl so then I baby her wavin her at you crazy foo gazee's I'm 2 brazee 3 brazee's deep we got 380's and P 80 9's 9's M 10's M 1's and 12 gauges shell cases money put up for jail cases bail make it my momma say tuck ya chain son they'll take it I hit her wit one of them stell faces like I be damn momma they know who i am momma i'm still yo little boy but to them i'm the man momma fuck wit ya boy man hollygrove the hood nigga throw it in ya face till you get that understood
Verse 3:
Niggas know i'm heavy with the coke with the coke in the Impala SS and its sittin heavy on da spokes neva am i broke man playin with some change i get a nigga soaked like he playin in da rain and everywhere i go a hoe starein at my chain i'm the most valuable playa in da game these haters wanna rob me cause i got more kicks then niggas with black belts in karate keep a redbone with a real nice body just copped a lac and a yellow maserati niggas ain't fuckin with the dawg when young money shoppin we don't leave nothing in the mall these niggas ain't as rich as us man ya rims too small get ya muthafuckin inches up cuz i copped me a benz today just to go on 106 and Park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ
IT WAS THE SUMMER OF 2001 AND I SAW THE WHOLE FUCKIN THING
WAIT CAN I SAY FUCK ON T.V. HUH.....FUCK IT
THEY HAD ON SOME SQUAD SHIT
IT WAS LIL' WAYNE TWO ADULTS SIX CHILDREN ONE FLUFFY PUPPY AND
A DYKE... NOT THAT KINDA DYKE.. DICK VAN DYKE
HEY CAN I SEND SOME SHOTOUTS TO MY PEOPLE MAN
HELLO MOM HEY DAD
IM ON T.V.
WELL LIKE I TOLD THEM GUYS THEY GOTTA
GET OFF THE CORNER
I came back around, I came back around, I came back around
The Carter muthafucka
Right now we still in the kitchen man
You checkin out them bitches booties right (I know)
Yea, but lets move on man, I got plenty more house to shoe to show you man
Plenty mo Carter to give you
You know, let's go man
Now let me show you upstairs
Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there
Look down and you see your reflection
You ain't gotta know who down here
You just know you protected
Hey man, how I don't know you connected
Here's a little more fiend let me see you inject it
That's right little wode respect this
Understand me or get 'cha mammy a death wish
Part one, part two, part three
All the parts of "Godfather" all a part of me
If you, look to the wall ya' see
A few, gagged up, tied up scared pricks
Got 'em, facin the wall like they was on "Blair Witch" (yea)
I ain't, chasin' at all but it get scary 'bout my chips
And in here is where I keep the bricks
Acknowledge lil' marley in the hallway
He got the clips
Don't shoot 'em Marley (yea)
This my lil' dude marley man
He hold me down, know what I'm talking 'bout
I'll show you the rest of the house later man
You wait right here, I be back
[Lil Wayne: Talking]
Drought 3
Hear My Chains Haha
That Mean I'm Ballin Bitch
If Ya Didn't Know
If You Wasn't Informed
Or Somethin Like That
This Is Da Drought 3
And Um, Check This Out
Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols Blastin
And If The Witness Is Dead There's No Trial
If You Didn't Know Then Hoe Well Ya Know Now
And I Don't Mean Basketball When I Say I Don't Know Yao
Money Money Money Money Boost My Mor-Al
Play With My Money Money Money O.K. Co-Ral
I Like A Bitch With A Apple Bottom Like Vokal
The Top Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails
I Got Blood Brothers Bitch I Ain't Got Pals
I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No [?]
I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails
And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal
More Like Brett Favre Just Like Brett Favre
I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off
But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord
And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It
That Knife That Sword That Gun That War
Make Ya So Called Soldiers Just Run Like Gore
Yeah That [?] From San Francis And I Got More Banana Clips Then Chimpanzees
1o Addresses And I Dresses, Like I Thinks I'm The Mothafuckin Best There Is
And I'm About To Bubble And She Catch That Fizz And I'm Straight From Clayborne Nigga Just Ask Liz
Check Ya Neck There Aint A Crook Like This
From The City Where The Judge Throw The Book At Kids
Burna In School In My Bookbag Hid, Talk Stupid At Lunch And We Havin Ya Ribs
If You Are Not Home Then We Havin Ya Kids
And If You Can't Come Up With Half We'll Send You Half Of Ya Kid
Back To The Board, An Extravagant Crib, I'm On The Toilet Watch 'em [?] Just Laughin And Shit
Don't Know Why I Get High, But I Get High, I Get High Like Every Single Day
We Do Shit That Them Other Women Can't, Maryjane What Is It You've Done To Me
I Pop A Beat And Start Rollin And Then I Smoke It Like A Mothafuckin Stogie
[?] Wrote It, I Was Rappin To The [Ding-Ding-Ding ??] Fuck It
Get High Screw The World And Thats That
I Need All My Funds Yeah, All My Money Baby
Black Diamonds And Pearls, Believe That
I May Bling Bling And My Chest Look Like A Mural
I'm Nuts, Just Call Me Squirrel
My Fetish Is The Girls, But The Women Not The Girls
Act Your Age Not Your Shoe Size Maybe We Can Do The Twril
I'll Be The Prince Of A Pearl [?] Earring In Her Pearl [?]
If She Come Let Her Girl Come, Give Her A Pill Give Her Girl One
[???] Excellent Yeah Wayne's World, [Campbell's ?] Soup On The [Wrist ?] Just Call Me Earl
Lil Ma Don't Shoot 'em Ya Heard, I Get High My Words Slur, I Start Callin 'em Mirl
Hey Mirl Light That Fur And I Know This Old But I'm Really Hot In Herre
I Went With The Phantom, My Niggas Copin Spurs
My Hands In The Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir
Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah
I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn
Black Hand Guns To Serve We Could See
But We Are So Blind To The Signs They Tryin To Lose The World
And We Will Walk Right Up With Our Guns Yup, Hand And Hand Yeah
We'll March Right After The Drum, But I Don't Need No Band Nicca Drought 3
(feat. The Outlawz)
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck 'em all
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ayyo Biggie Put your hands up
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer, affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast
Fuck ah misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip, cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines, writing raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
Like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
Wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell
Ah possibility of livin' well
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
[EDI]
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider (Ride)
Niggaz ain't killers so they hidin' (Why?)
Fuck em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: I do my girl all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Back off I hit at everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
YOUNG NOBLE: Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z
Don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass, Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em' Holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy (Why?)
Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger bust somebody in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm..
Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil nigga, and watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me
[Napoleon]
Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X
With the teck's
Shower some slugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest, and he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death? That's what my nine do
[Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Life bitch, fuck 'em all
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
And die for em'
Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] I do my girl up by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] Back off I hit at everyone of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
[YOUNG NOBLE:] Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z
Don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
(That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)
(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin
{Caller)-hello
{Big Tigger}-yo
{caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit
{Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed?
{caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth
{Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh
[Baby talking to Wayne]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full
[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision
On and I'm gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch
[Chorus]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can't stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah
[Chorus]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y'all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch
[Chorus]
Look Up Baby They Right Ma Name In The Sky Bitch
Dont Forget The Baby Thats What I Tell The Pilot
Dont Forget The Liqour Store Thats What I Tell The Driver
20 Dutch Mastas And Straight Level Vodka
I Could Pedal Backwards And Still Move Forwards
Look Unda The Mattress U Might Find 4 Of Em
I Could Go Through The Atlas Without Tourin
I Could Fuck An Actress And Neva Been In Movies
Yea Im A Cutie An Offspring Of Mama's Beauty
I Did Ovatime
I Took Papa's Duty
Im A Man In Every Sense I Got Sense
Since I Got Rich I Got Tints On Every Bent
Since I've No Tension Come Out Them Like Vents
I Bent And Show No Relent
Money Well Spent
Im A Hellraiser Blazer L Right In Front Of The Laws Im Tougha Than Ya
Neva Really Had A Pops So I Neva Had To Check In
But I Get Enough Checks
I Fuck Around And Check Him
Look
Check Them Out These Is Evisus America Aint Even Let Them Out
Im Feelin Great Im Steppin Out
Take Ten Out
Brrrrrraaa
Chest Is Out
And I Dont Leave Parapeligics, I Squeeze Em
Until I See His Spirit Rise In Ma Own Eyes Nigga
Im On Mines Nigga
I Got This Like A Bitch Got Time Nigga
And Im The Dimetype
And Im Walkin In The Limelight Ya Like Limes
Im Steppin In The Hines Like And Ya Like Im
I Pull Up On Ya Shorty Like Sqrrr
Tryna Hop Up In This Maybach I Walk Way Back Girl
Pull Up On That Gal Asap Girl
Whisper In Her Ear Is Wayne's Pussy Say It Back Girl
Now She In The Whip Wit Homes
He Listenin To The Say Song I Fucked Her Own
Im Laid Back Im Comfortable Weezy Baby Boy Lazy Boy
I Did Ma Time In The Navy Now Im Jus A Veteran
They Forever Pay Me Treat Me Like A Settlement
Dig Me Like A Shovel
Im Come From Unda That Rock And Change It To A Pebble
Nigga Im Trouble So Ya Come Double
Ya Call It Clever, I Call It Whateva
verse I
hot boy baby, stop for a woman with her clothes off, give head and doze off, this bed is so soft, this dick is so hard, and all the bullshit as soon as pork it how good i pork it push it, in and out, it's that good shit that good shit i work them out yeah she said her guy can't satisfy her now she cama-cama-cama-cama-cama-camilia she comes and goes uh my ho and i lovah lovah lovah i lovah i really do but i dont hook or handcuff her that's not somethin i do
chorus-treal real (lil wayne)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
verse II
i dont want no problems i just want to fix that problem if problem be that nigga mama i will be that nigga you should have yourself a drink i get doin yo girls a bottle up piece i get doin the VIP with me now talk to me girls via vip cuz i do it large i are the coolest mothafucka that you probably eva saw to the bar we spar love taps lata on we turn that to war yeah
chorus-treal real (lil wayne)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
verse III
ok ma i hear u sayin i can hit it that's good what about this nigga im with he good that's my nigga treal real real show em what you do (woooah woooah woooah wooooooah) cheya that's how we move so baby let's move so mami that's too slow keep up with the groove we gon get to wrestlin wrestle with your breasteses she come thru in a dress now i'm undoin ya dress yeah i got my 1-2 my 1-2 in affect i'm the young dude i sprung you i come thru u and ya weapon yes i know i ease em when i please em my people downtown neva want me to leave em
chorus-treal real (lil wayne)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
i feel like fuckin somethin, i feel like fuckin somethin
(ima step to the girl ima let her know my name she gon look at her girlfriend like bitch ima leave you)
(feat. Reel)
[x2]
Do it
Do it, now, now, uh do it now
Now, now uh do it now gul
[Verse 1: Wayne]
Hot Boy Baby, stop for a woman with her clothes off
Get hed, then doze off
This bed is so soft, this dick is so hard
End all the bullshit as soon as I pull it out
Then I put it, push it, in and out
That's that good shit, that gushy, I work them out yea
She said her guy can't satisfy her
now she cumma cumma cumma cumma cumma chameleon
She comes and gooooes, my hoe
And I love her, love her, love her, I love her, I really do
But I don't hook or handcuff her, that's not somethin' I do, yea
[Chorus: x2]
Reel: I feel like fuckin' somethin', I feel like fuckin' somethin'
Wayne: I'ma step to the girl, I'ma let her know my name
She gon' look at her girlfriend like bitch I'ma leave you, yep!
[Verse 2]
I don't want no problems, I just wanna fix that problem
If your problem be that nigga, mama, I will be that nigga
You should have yourself a drink, I get through and
your girls about to go peace, I get you in
the V.I.P. with me, now talk to your girls, V-I-P I be
cause I do it, large
iPod, the coolet muthafucka that you prolly ever saw
To the bar we spar, lovetaps, later on we turn that to war, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
OK ma, I hear you sayin' I can hit, that's good
wat about this nigga I'm with? he good
that's my nigga Trill Reel, Reel show her wat you do...
That's how me move so, baby lets move slow
Mami that's too slow, keep up with the groove
We gon' get to wrestlin', messin' with your breasts
since you come through in a dress, now I'm undoin' your dress
Yea, I got my 1,2, my 1,2 in effect
I'm the young dude, that's sprung, you come through and get wet
And yes I..know I..ease 'em when I please 'em
The people downtown never want me to leave 'em
Ohhh
[Chorus]
Do it
I said do it
[Unplugged] (Lil' Wayne)
Ohhhhhhhh, yeaahhh (CMB don't twistle it don't tangle it)
She looks like any other girl that I seen from place to place
But I know she not like any other girl
cuz I couldn't take my eyes off her
She had a cowboy hat (what else), a sun-greased tan
(what else), pants with the ass just right
Now I can tell that me and her are gonna make a baby,
baby tonight
[Unplugged] (Chorus)
I don't know why she's affectin me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
[Unplugged]
Now it's time to make my approach
Cuz its all most 2'o clock (bling, bling)
But I gotta do it now cuz I'ma get mine when I hit the parking lot
She said I know your name, I know what chu do not
impressed my the things you got (yeah right)
But I ain't gonna lie, yeah I wanna ride
So baby lick the spot
[Unplugged] (Chorus)
I don't know why she's affectin me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
[Unplugged]
She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she looked at me
She wanted me, and it's not the green
Now I wanna make her mine (what)
I gonna waste no time (what)
I wanna know if you want me like I want you
(listen Weezy come on now)
[Lil' Wayne]
Now as walk up in the club
It's real dark up in the club
But AND WHAT my diamonds still spark up in the club
I see a bid night in the corner
By midnight I'm a goner
So what your name is Sonya
(Spitting noise) bet I bone her
I'm going to get rid of this last bag of marijuana
So won't cha come outside with me
How bout chu take this ride with me
It's gravy so we hop in the no top, four dot
She fasten it like "ooh this car is so hot" she got
And we stopped over at the Ramada
And I got her to come out on that powder
And right jump on just swallow
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over cuz I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow but then I be lying
But that's all in different baby
And pimpin is me, hot boy Weezy-Wee what
[Unplugged] (Chorus) 2x
I don't know why she's affectin me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
[Lil' Wayne (*Talking*)]
Look, Unplugged, Lil' Weezy
CMB doin it one more time
You know from Philly to the N.O
Don't twistle it and tangle it
They don't understand, it's like the hottest of the hot
Don't get in the way, for real... yeah
(*Inhaling sound*)
(feat. Juelz Santna)
[Juelz:]
Money Over Bitches Thats The Model I Follow
Take That To The Grave I'l Swollow 8 Hollows
For The Day I Letta Bitch Stop Me From Gettin Paid
No Way I Get Head Get Laid Get Gone On Em
Dont Be Mad I Left 100 At The Door For You
Baby Dont Spend It All At Once Its Just A Thought For You
Aint That A Dont For Ya, Sum Chicks Like Flees, You Gotta Use Ya Paws To Get Em Off Of Ya
And In Da Streets You Cant Get Caught Trippin, Caught Slippin, Gotta Hustle Gotta Get In Were You Fit In
Hope You Know How To Make A Dollar Quicker Then You Spend It
Cuz Its Bills Comin In Every Second, Every Minute
And Its Coke On The Dishes Is You Flippin Or You Sniffin
Put The Coke In The Water Shit Its Kinda Like Fishin
No Rod Just Ah Spoon I Throw It And Start Mixing
Like That And Like This And Like That And Ah
Like This And Like That You Got Crack Walla
And Since The Towers Fell Nigaz Been Mad As Hell
Its Been Ah Drought Out Aint Enough Crack To Sell
But The World Keep Spinnin Like Ah Caracel
Gotta Get Da Cash, Get Da Cream And The Caramel
On Top Gotta Be On Top Strawberries Whipcream On Top
Get Popped Fuckin Wit My M.O.N.E.Y
Guys Pop Thats Why I Got Da Nina
Chop Chop Man That Choppa Lean Ya
Da Blocks Hot Like Its Got A Feva
Cops Cops Nuthin But Cops I See Ya Peekaboo
They Every Where Im Neva Scared I Hustle Anyway
Everyday Customers, Send Em Here
And You Know I Give Em That Shit Thats Gon Get Em Back Coke Crack Sugar Snacks,
Or Should I Say Sugar Snacks
Coke In Da Sugar Jar, Cookie Jar Crib, Car, And Sugar Shack
And Da Bitches Sleep Naked In Da Sugar Shack
Mind On My Money No Lookin Back
[Lil Wayne:]
I Pop Up In Da Middle Of The Hot Block
Make Da Drop Top Play Hop Scoth On Them Hoes
Lil Wayne, Right From Kims Corner Store
Choppa Wake Ah Niggaz Azz Up Like Tha Mornin Show
Put Me In Da Game And I See Em Callin Audibles
Hearts Beatin Fast Betta Work On Ya Cardeo
How You Want Video, Audio, Part Of Yo Body Get Mailed To Ya Gal, Ill
Pussy Azz Nigga Die Slow Dont Yell
I Put It On Tha Streets An I Bet Its Gon Sell
Whats Under That Floor Well It Sure Isnt Nails
Just How I Make Money Cracker Ima Make Bail
Im A Lebra And My Sign Is Ah Scale
An If It Dont Measure Up Then Ah Nigga Gettin Killed
The Smaller The Car The Bigger Them Wheels
An Ah Nigga So Hot That I Give A Bitch Chills
An If She Like Coke Then I Give The Bitch Hills
No Stilettos Or Pumps 21 Bumps
21 Jump Street If Anyone Jumps An Once You Hit The Ground Thats When Everyone Stomps
Perry A Juah Everyones Drunk So Its 21 Jump Street If Anyone Jumps
Tha Milli Goes Pow And Tha Simmi Goes Pap
A Itty Bitty Bullet Make Ah Skinney Nigga Fat
Hard Body Baby Knockin Any Nigga Back
An Its Money Ova Bitches Not A Penny Hoe Scat
An It Il Be Like That Till That Line Go Flat
But In Da Mean Time Im In That Bent No Hat, Thats No Top If You Didnt Know That
On Them Chrome Sean Johns With Them Guts So Black
Infact Alckalie That Be Bitch Im Ballin Like I Got Scouts Cheackin For Me Yeah
Im On Third Base Comin Home With Da Paper
I Got 100 Pounds Home From Jamacia
I Cant Think And My Sprite So Pink
And I Might Be Floatin But I Will Not Sink Weezy
Hoes! Lets just talk about Hoes!
Can we talk about Hooooooeeeeesss Hooooooeeeeesss!
"Lets Go"
You got to talk like a pimp whats good mommee
you knew betta you threw betta who betta than
that nigga with the crisp. White tee icy white
sneaks jeans to a betta you do betta gettin yo ass
out off up in that coupe bitch. See yo ass on that new
leather and recupe bitch. Its only me you bitch on
our way to the stoop. I'm that birdman junior you ain't
know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't
hoe. I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0. I have ya
lookin pretty at the half knock at the do. And gucci don't
fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures, I computer love
baby Wayne ya change your image. You need Weezy them other
boys just gimics. Me I'm just game, green and straight physics
is you wit it (Yeah)I ain't even tryin to hit it. I ma get it
once its time to get it. Lets talk about
I got this rat name Shelly dat loves Makaveli
Number 5 combo meals its bad she K-Y jelly. Our
old school shorty still drinkin 40's. Grab the mic
start a fight,fuck up the whole party. Maybe you
should leave, just yo weave thats velcro hell no bitch
go wit Steve. Got this lead singer bitch from a popular
group I would say her name but she bought me a coupe. Got
this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig lil wayne
but she love the big tymers. Got pretty gurl Patrice found out
Im fuckin her niece she tried to stab her so I grab her and we
call the police. Mr. Officer, dat bitch den lost it bra she goin
to jail oh well, I be fuckin her. See two dykes, spanish twins nuts
press on they chin, will we go belly low well nigga that depends
I got old school bitches and new school hoes
female basketball players with cornroles and i'on
like short haired girls no not really if I do she got to
look like the old halle berry or the broke toni braxton
or first lil kim but i still take hood rats and work with
them. I put yo ass in a jag and I got jerk ya quick. Give ya ass
a lil game if you smerk you in. I am pimp not a simp like ice in
my drink and I don't think twice or blink cuz Im focus rollin in
the whitest mink like im polar bear yeah let down my hair Get jazzy
on a bitch like Fred Astaire rose gold in her face get'em red as glare
My bentley plum my mercedes pear. I am lookin for a freak momma take me
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cuz I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin come home
And our fans cheers us, cuz they know what the drill goin
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tounge out play the game over
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like monaural
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark
[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name
Yes darling weezzy baby's squalling
Take pitches with bricks some of them with quaters
send them 'cross the border my bitch is originally from across the border
but once mommy cross the border to my hideaway across the border
She lie cross the floor and we toss the hoar
I'ma floss for sure cause my whip is costing more
than all of yours put together
I'm hood for ever, I'm repping my hood whenever
Get that money thats my top commitment
yall niggaz just talkin yall politicians
but let me get slick real quick
like rick without the patch on my eye take a patch out the sky cuz im fly
i say that a lot and imma keep on thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep going
keep walking peace holmes
you won't find me at my beach home
im out cha reach arm
i gotta speach for em
um fuck them and whoever know em
im steppin in revorlters with a nasty ass virgo
she feeling my gangsta i aint even have to game her
but that came natural sorta like magical
how i dissappear when i dip in the bathroom
but ill be back soon fucking with them raccoons
like jacki gleason on his honey moon
[Samples by Alchemist:]
“Looked up the dj, and said may I'
[Large Proffesor]
“Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives'
“Lit it up, like the 4th of July'
[Evidence]
Alchemist.
[Prodigy]
[Chorus:]
We doing it, getting our paper
we ain't rookies, we major
name brand gangsters, you still a demo taper
niggaz they wanna hate us
bitches they wanna rape us
everyday is like July 4th nowadays coz
we moving independent units
we sold out in any store in the US
getting that independent cake
we sold out in any store in the UK
[Twin Gambino]
We came to pop in
got ya ladies, draw dropping
nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects
and I got, tonz of haze from uptown
we not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it down
niggaz always drilling me, ‘till they see my four pound
bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head
while I'm in the studio, try to make that bread
not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
yo, 1st Infantry and fed
we gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
but the fear in ya heart, when you see the gift
we think big, A-L-C we get right
[Evidence]
Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line
yo money never slept
that's why I barely get blessed
that's why I rarely go out, unless it's love at the club
time is bread, that's what I'm about
and all my peoples got cloud
check the resume
one step closer to goal everyday
the game is to be sold not told
I tropping heavingly, world connected got the livest crew
we infinite, dropping gems but no clue
[Chorus]
[Alchemist]
Every dollar I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash
Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
untill they cashing ‘em all
I wanna stack till this tall
ain't gonna rap for to long
gonna have to move on
I'm gonna stash till I'm gone
green grass on my longue
fuck a bank account, I need extreme cash in my palm
smoke blur in ya vision,
you don't know who ya dissin'
I don't learning no lesson
I just hold my position
I don't go with a pistol
they just know I'm official
shit, all I gotta do is start blowing a whistle
my name is ringing
my chain is swinging
right now I'm speaking, but these beats are what I'm famous for fleaking
[Twin Gambino]
It's like rolling dice, we taking the bank tonight
cut your face with a knife, now your scared for life
all I want is ice, a car, a girl and a crib
tired of doing biz, I just wanna live
take care of my kids, fuck all that stress
never wore a vest, only holding tecs
[Chorus]
[Evidence]
We sold out every store in L.A.
It's loyalty where I stay, but ain't promised today
I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1
and on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun
independent regardless of the fact I'm a signed artist
fuck a deal it matters who comes hardest
when I entertain, It's like I took Sedrick for his name
hunger is just a different form of pain
I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
to the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
to the point where I do a joint, that night it leaks
to the point where Alchemist is a hundred grand a week
bringing the heat, so clear you understand me
raise the stakes, up the antique
the better place, yo we land on winds
Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins
- Check it out
[Chorus]
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see going on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cause I don't lose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playing Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, banging on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy sliding home, telling them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all going come home
And our fans cheers us, cause they know what the drill going
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out play the game over
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm getting you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searching for some bitch ain't nothing here, baby
Catch me throwing an eighty in the latest Bentley
Going out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flies are knocking up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yeah
Wit Weezy We, step up to the mike dude
Do watch a do, ya heard
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man Young Carter
And the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
Murder one on one, the hottest under the sun
I come from under the tummy, bustin' a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Now better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ay it's Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
'Cos the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That ain't even [Incomprehensible] aim I get dough boy
And you already know that pimpin'
18 how I'm livin' young show that Bentley
Stunnin' my Pa so you know that's in me
Got my mentor so don't go there with me
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Lets go
And I move like the Coupe through traffic rush hour
GT Bent' roof is absent, ya girl present wit the music blastin'
And she keep askin' how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back
And cut the Carter back up, oh fa shoo
Ay Big Mike they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You boys never harmin' young
Fly Wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun
I been runnin' my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip
On the throttle wit a model bony dic
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and bland, on to her behind
Well here we go so hold on to my, lets go
Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the Carter
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
Bird man put them covers in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lightin' another hash and ridin' in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hidin' in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo pants
You [Incomprehensible] got ways like a drag
While the homie here tryin' get paid in advance
I'm stayin' on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm goin' find your mother
Say they wanna eat 'cos they ain't ate nothin'
But then they wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone
Walking out, leavin' behind just residue and bones
In your residents with [Incomprehensible] to your dome
Like tell me were you holdin' the dough
Holdin' your throat, choke
This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this is the Carter
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
[Baby]
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I'm sayin
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
the way we do this here
this is a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say
[Chorus: Baby]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
[Baby]
In one you trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specially set, No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone wit it
A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru
And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga
them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga
Don't need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slangin them slacks
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, we on cloud 20
That's high (high.. high)
Weezy F baby and the squad following the boy
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless
Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight
Baby girl shakin like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
[Lil Wayne]
I'm hot from New Orleans
Its Weezy F Baby
Way above ballin'
Stay above yall and
I got da A and da K if y'all want it
I'm making way for my homies
You better not sleep, stay awake for the morning
It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter
You six feet in the six
Im snuffed in the Bentley
Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me
I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers
Mobbin' wit my black Madonna
Get my back momma
Got that Mac persona
I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G
I'm from uptown never tempt me
It's life in the battle
Ill leave my desert empty uhh
Bezzle yellow is pee Yeah..
Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin'
I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring
Hole in my coast by myself never bowling
Throwing the squad up lettin' em know what Weezy
F toastin' floating
Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin'
Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded
Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion
Pull a rover over by some hoes in Magnolias
Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z
Whistle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised
Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley
I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me
I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really
And the rose gold bezzle show clearly
V where you at you gotta feel me Daddy
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
See I look to my side and Lil gutta say peel ya
Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's gonna get pecuiliar
I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya
I'ma Kit Kat dealer
I'ma Maybach wheeler
I'ma get them millions
Like a slick big William hater
Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada
I ain't got nothin' but yaya man
Nothin' but flavors man
Nothin' but wages man
Nothin' but paper
I'ma fuck it and tape it and show all of my homies
Drop 20's on the 'Rari
Scratch off at parties
I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban
Snatch off that laundry
I'ma make y'all boys back off the army
Put that hammer to your dome
Now come off that arm piece
And I like that chain
I'm feeling that hat
My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne
And I'm feeling like Jack
Gimme dat!
[Chorus]
That's wassup
Man, it's weezy F man
AND The F is for fly (flllyyy)
Birdman Jr.
Lloyd I got you
Yeah
Ok, Im Weezy baby
And I am from the south where we call all our women baby
Hey baby, hey baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey
I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK
Black car, black car, girl I got a black car
Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card
You can be my bittersweet, shake that sugar and salt
Chain full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks
Car black, car big, car fast, Car-ter
Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner
Beat it up like its a drum, call me Travis Barker
Tat tat tat, boom boom, tat tat, boom boom, tat tat Brrrrrrrr Pshhh
All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it
Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it
Ooo I wanna see ya get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty
This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this
Georgia.........
Noooowww
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
that keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
but it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Noooowwww
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout it
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cuz if a nigga still moving then he holding it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!
oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
frith is tha man he be chillin like bob dylan and maxin like
michael and janet jackson....
ain't no body dope or sexy as him
he rhymes always get payed by dimes even those peeps say he
wastin his time
know he knows somthin u don't know
and he got somthin to tell ya
u wouldn't believe how many people struke out at tha flow
folks said i was a failure now tha same mother truckers askin
him for dough and he is yellin i can't help ya
frithy can't we get tickets to tha next show...HECK NO..you for real
You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow
And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more
I'm good with a pina, daq and an o
Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat
Still packing fo sho
Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy
Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini
Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini
That's why I keep the federals scheming
That's why I keep the platinum blinging
Every diamond's like a nice size
I help people with problems look at the bright side
With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high
And the rims born in '79
Weezy carry the nine glocks
Slipping they gon have to get six niggaz name called carry a pine box
Marry me ma, not
But here's what you can do to me
Give me good brains tutor me
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy
Banana clip on the heater
Banana whip on them sneakers
Banana dick going deeper
Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n
Got your girl undercover like a detective woman
I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach
And the pistols right next to him cousin
I'm a player having sex with dozens
Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands
My pants is down her dress is up
Her head down and her neck is tough
She suck till I say, "That's enough!"
We fuck till her ass fractured up
And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff
Am I a mack or what
Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch
Are you modeling ma
She got her own whip so you following ma
She said she like that squad shit
So oh you swallowing ma
She said she like that hot dick
Well miss I got three bricks and two pills pop
One blunt mami let's roll
And understand, I know what my name is, right
Bitch say it
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
I'm so gangsta
If she don't go down no thank you
I got so many bitches so ain't ya
Got so many pictures of Ben Franklin
High top tennis on the car cover of the whole game cold
Fuck it up with me niggaz come from all angles
Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled
White tee-fish at Kango
Low top Nikes plus my ho pop Nikes
How exciting we riding in the third lane
Said she like Juvy but prefer Wayne
She can give me head
Call her birdbrain on everything
It's Young Weezy cuz I be golly
My neck more colorful then Nelly, Murph, Ky, Ali
I'm so cold deep
Low seats in the old drop blow reef
Like no cops could fuck with this
Swiftly no tops on the whippy
Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me
Now I'ma, I'ma ask you again
You know my name right bitch
Bitch say it
W-E-E-Z-Y Wee
We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter
The back of Tha Carter....Two....Ooooh
Yea....This here is....the end of Tha Carter Two people
HEY! HaHa.Yea
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the train
I'm like the key in the truck
I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton
Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggaz come together
Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga
I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin
But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the crime, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin
There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come
And it feels so fuckin good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea
Now the rules of the family has nothing to do with the outside world.
The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family,
what we say goes.
Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us,
if you're with us you're with us, and that's it,
that's the way it goes, there's no such thing
as an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in,
we use all of them to do our dirty work,
and they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is.
your Family is your life that's what it is life and death.
* an exception is being made for this song only due to popular demand
[gunshots]
[Lil Wayne talking]
Haters nigga... Squad Up nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Naw my nigga I fucks wit Jay-Z Sorry you know what I'm sayin
("Fuck Jay-Z")
No no no I fucks wit the homie man...sorry no
("Fuck Jay-Z")
Yes we bout to squad this thing out baby Ya'll ready to squad wit me
Then throw yo guns in the air mu-fucka
If you aint got a gun get the fuck up outta here mu-fucka
Cause we gon' bust it in ya head mu-fucka
We here mu-fucka yes this is the squad right here
Dawg And no the rhyme aint even start yet bitch
But here we go, come on Wayne
Look
I, young money boy Lil' Weezy
Hold it for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross the belly
Cash Money Makaveli
We get that fetti fellas we bump that Roc-a-fella
We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas
Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas
I got that brown boy or that white consuella
Fee this shit over I got us thats a promise
Let's go cop two new rovers drop it on Magic Johnsons
Thats 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules
500 up in ya tummy can you stomach dude
S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin dues
Thats why yo bitch is over here suckin and fuckin dudes
Ya'll niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude
This shit too hot to relax bitch dont get comfortable
I fuck with super sammy blanco and fuck the bull
Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin full
What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby
No for real bitch its Weezy baby
Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne
The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came
I leave you with a tampax frame all bloody
Just stand back man y'all dont want it
But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang
My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang
My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly
Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money
I got that um all good if its no crack money
I got that hes all good he dont need to show that money
I blow that money cause I know that money
Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money
If that bitch on 21's then you know thats money
I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin
You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude
Thats that Weezy the shit that make yo soul burn slow
Fuck Ya ...S Q A D Holla at ya boy
(lil Wayne talking)
They cant fuck wit me man
I dont Dawg I dont see em fuckin wit ya nigga right here
Ya know what I'm sayin
Call me the throwback youngn
Bitch everytime you see me I'm in the 70's ho
You dont know if its a jersey or the pimp game bitch
Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket
Know what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack
What you how you want it nigga? Huh?
How you want it dawg?
It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to bentleys
To porsches nigga to the to the to the fuckin g-wag
You dont see a g-wag in the city unless its Weezy
And that white lady but we dont know her You know what I'm sayin?
Thats how we doin it dawg
This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin it down for the N.O.
And when you come past here you entering my home nigga
I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man
You know what I'm sayin
So So when you get to sheps think of Weezy man
Know you steppin into Weezy territory
You more than welcome to come holla at me man
I got whatever you need
Holla at ya people man
Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg
Speak to them Jazze
Yea fly guy
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll into
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup
And I don't lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze, c'mon
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
Now why you wanna go do that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there, like I can't view that
Girl, what that? Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Lil' Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way more flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
They don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I can't be there all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going, gone
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
I'm sorry I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one, wait
Naw hun 'coz you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me
Sorry honey, Jazze"
I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)
So how 'bout you?
So how 'bout you?
See what I'm talking bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby
'Coz I got game sweetheart
Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
See I can't give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
And see what you get
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Drop, drop, drop, what what what
After you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
After you back it up and stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
hehe, listen
You know me girl
I'm a cash money millionaire look at my Rolie (Rolex) girl
Drop to your knees top ya hair, ah ah slow me girl
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl
No he didn't say that, yes I did girl
I don't use rubbers, and I don't plan no kids girl
I don't want your number, I want your trouble, in ya skins girl
Then after that, you can get it how you live girl
That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl
Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl
I know my neck get it hot like a lighter girl
I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl
That's cause I likes it girl
And let me tell you somethin girl, I am a player girl
So don't you try to play me cause I never save a girl
Do me a favor girl, and wet the spot girl
And after you back it up, drop it like its hot girl
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
First time need you to bend both knees
Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy
The left one time, the right two times (whoa)
Show a nigga somethin, put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on
Nice workin, bitch
Ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin with
You want a Hot boy, hear me, work it bitch
Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch
I'm on fire yea
I'm nasty and I'ma make you holler yea
Girl think I'm playin, I'ma freak ya down
I'ma show you how we do it on ?VL? Uptown, I'm wanna hear you make the move
Ooo B.g sounds, I wanna hear you say aw boy you laid that down
Aw you laid that down
I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block
But I won't stop till you drop it likes its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, make em' it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me
Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy
Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy
Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy
I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy
I got guns that go BLOCK A boy, BLOCK A boy
Ya'll runnin with a monster boy, reason Wayne callin yall
And I'm a mobster boy, hit it right I get my ball on like soccer boy
I keep it right I ain't gon thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy
Go up in flames blockburner thats my motto boy
It ain't a game, I cock that cause I'm inside a boy
I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy
Catch her at the house steppin out the shower boy
(shhhhhhhh) hehehehehe, got a lotta boys
Claim to be soldiers but lies boy
And if I catch em I'ma bat em and make em retire boy
But a hump in your back and bend your rump
Hey sexy little mama we can do the hump
And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me (what)
And after he finished, next me next me
Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it (whoa)
I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit (ooo)
Ha, I stuffed you in the ass (ooo)
Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass (sss)
I know you wish you could go home (go home)
To a nigga with a dick like a python (python)
Stank bitch ya like a off the hook telephone (telephone)
Got ya walkin round with nothin but a fuckin thong (wha?!)
Take the switch out on these freaks because cause i'm so wrong
So wrong, so wrong, so wrong
Drop (wha) so wrong, listen, listen, listen
Now after you back it up then stop
Then what, what, wha drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
Then what, what, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
We make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like its hot
We tell em' after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
We make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
They go wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it like its hot
Make em wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, wa a drop drop it like its hot
Now after you back it up then stop
Wha wha wha, drop it like its hot
They gotta wobblety wobblety wa a wobblety wobblety
Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it like it's hot
Tell em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like its hot
Make em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like its hot
Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot
Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot
lets go
im bout to murder this shyt
im bout to murder this shyt
its ya boy weezy BABY
holla
ay ay
bitch im down for my squiddies and i ride for the cause
its the S-Q boys wit the big fuckin cars
if anybody fuck wit my squadysquad
ima cut ya balls off and hand 'em to ya partnaz
its WEEZY BABY the man of the hour
uptown candidate
Holly Grove stand up
im superfly i still ice my whole band up
still hit ya man up
still got my grams up
and whether flowin on a beat
or i catch u in the street
bitch i still gotcha hands up
man up
sqad up
i wont deny it
cuz ima fuckin ridah
SHOUT ATCHA NYGGA
pop atcha momma behind my sqad
bitch i got birdman and rinah behind my sqad
like a hundred million dollaz behind my sqad
now errbody wanna follow behind my--
ah ah
catch me in a drop top
me and supa blanca
22's jumpin in the street we playin hopscotch
any fools jumpin in the street we sayin blackah
coke move lovely and cheap we sayin holla
man we sayin powdah,heroin,grass, X
pistols,bullets, versus sex
weezy versus whoevers ya best
fuck a hot 16 i make 11 ya chest
gotta watch these niggas turnin elliot ness
give my milli a press
leave ya belly a mess
tell ya bitch give my celly a rest
she love my because im coachin her handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u a letter
that says WEEZY BABY no one can do it better
cuz fuck them other niggas cuz the sqad is my niggas yeh
fuck them other niggas cuz the sqad is my niggas yeh
fuck them other niggas cuz the sqad is my niggas
and if
u aint sqad then u not my nigga
thats how that shit go man its ya boy weezy BABY
whn you see me in the streets man do not say oh wayne
say WEEZY BABY
holla atcha boys man
im still doin it wit my boy FEE
u gotta feel me man
thats the boy a.k.a mr.enron
u already kno dirty money,clean money, its just money nah'm sayin
bitch
young money,cash money,old money whatever man
its ya boy man
i talk a whole lotta shit man i can wake ya grandfather up u already kno man
im the fuckin birdman jun--im the birdman junior man
im one stunnas son u aint heard ha ha ha
they wanna know if i got birds huh
bitch i got 20's i got 22's i got 24's i got 23's
i got--i even got 19's but dont tell nobody know wht im sayin
man im the boy man
yall niggas cant fuck wit me
man i got my nigga guttah guttah right here wit me
and if u--if u talk dogg the boy gone kill u i swear to god man
i put it on my daddy man
i gotcha boy young yo man
if ya bitch talk man the boy gone fuck her i swear to god man
i got my boy rides right here man
u kno how to rap the boy gone put them fire tracks to ya ass man i swear to god man
on the real man
i got my nigga supah right here man
if u buyin worth my boy got it man i swear to god man
i got my boy T--T.RED but we call him T.STREETS
WHY??
cuz if you fuck wit him he gonna get real streets i swear to god man
i got my boy tezzy pooh man
the boy kno how to do all kinda mathmetician type shit i swear to god man
we on this shit man we got this shit
we ready man on the real-one the real
u dont even kno man i got my boy nut man who wanna spit against my boy
he gone burn em' i swear to god not playin
my nigga raw dizzy man i dont think nobody in the world can fuck wit this nigga
if u think u can fuck wit this nigga u gotta be out ya fuckin mind man i swear to god man
its ya boy weezy baby and if u gotta bitch watch her i swear to god man
What would I do?
Lonely as you
Pleasure or pain I can't choose
What would I do?
Lonely as you
Pleasure or pain I can't choose
Wake up your dream and I can't stand your screamin'
Drowning out these prayers just some words without meanin'
Spare all the preachin' my secret's worth keepin'
No one understands like I do
Keep out of reach I'm your leadin' deletion
Hide behind these masks
Though they still see right through them
Every now and then
You're down and out my friend
Down and out again
Down and out again
Down and out again
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
Blame it on youth all these years I've been losin'
Blame it on the past it's the last place I knew you
Blame all the children their rage and their ruin
Blame it on the black and the blue
Every now and then
You're down and out my friend
Down and out again
Down and out again
Down and out again
I'm down with you
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
Every now and then
You're down and out my friend
Down and out again
Down and out again
Down and out again
But I'm done with you
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the last time
Everyone wants to believe
One more time for the last time
One more time for release
One more time for the very last time
Everyone wants to believe
All Right!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Look here
S B donks five seven five jeans, five thousand dollars on my fuckin wallet chain, i be wildin man, imma island man, there aint much else by me man
I tell em float on and go on to the ozone, im so gone, my blunt like a polan, got prolong, and hold on to it like a trambone, im so blown, and um i got that cock back i dont need that thumb bone, so come on, you get the one with the drum on, it, its that one that goes dit, da da la dit dit dit dit, im so terrific when i spit, put my foot up in your ass, now im kickin in your shit, now pitchin at your bitch, and she catch it with her lip, naw she catch it wit her mouth, and since im the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse, i tell her whoa, easy baby, im king cake, so she eat the baby, what shit gets way more crazier, we flipped the bitch like she was in the gymnasierm, i aint fuckin with them bitches with that stadium, thats no dome, bitch go home... bitch bitch bitch, bitch go home
[Verse 2:]
Bitch i spent a hundred winters on my snow cone
lil nigga walking like he get his bowl on
Bossy, pimp stro pimp stro, and i gotta let my money go when the wind blow, bet it come right back like a rental, and bet them bitches understand me like 10-4, niggas is simple, like instrumentals, i bet you bitches understand me like info, get your top chopped, and get trimmed low
Somethin like my Benz tho
Ride with my friends hoes, i mean my hoes friends, fucking all my hoes friends, takin all my hoes ends, it'll make that blow spin
I tell these young niggas pimp or die, dont get that Benz, if they dont split them I's, dig them thighs, in them tires
And if you reach at I, I dont preach I speech and give you beef wit them fries
Come to the beach and find, I live where all the little sea eagles fly
See, baby im so high, all i need you to do is just shut up and cry, bitch bitch shut up and cry
[Verse 3:]
Look, and me and mack was just to niggas from the same hood, fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool
Im just the lion and he the young bull, not seemy the bull, that pistol on my hip than i got a hammy to pull, i had a lammy in school, i think it was diablo red, im t.i. red, im t.i. red, you d.i. ed, because of what you said
Chea, and im as sharp as an image, and i keep it bumpin like a mother fuckin blemish
Two twins drink me up like guiness, when im finished i say brilliant, when im finished they say Weezy you killed, i hope on your shit and they say Weezy you healed it
So fly got wings tattooed on me, the gun glued on me, but i pop you in your stomach, now i got ya yesterdays food on me, now that was real rude homie
And i smell like a weed plant, young money mother fucker where cheese at
Yea, Jus Want U Niggas To Kno, Whurr My Yungin Come From Wit Dis Shit Ya Understand Nigga, Whurr We Comin From
[Lil Wayne:] And We Can Settle It In Da Streets
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You [X1 Only:](Bitch)
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me [X1 Only:](Pussy)
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
[Lil Wayne:]
I Hope U Mean It When U Shout It
Cuz Me And My Yung Jeez Will Come N' See About It
We About It
War Fare Alumitity
We All Here Nobody Hidein
Got Em
Put Em Inside Em And Slide Em Inside Of A Dryer
Tie Ur Girlfriend To Da Tires And Ride Em
Stop Playin Wit Gangstas
U Get A Pink Slip
And Aint Nobody See Is When We Do It, We Call That A Blank Trip
And We All On Da Same Shit
Get Money Die Slow
Bang Quik
And 5-0 Aint Shit Bitches Aint Neither
Grind Extra Harder Cuz Da Kitchen Cant Feed Us
Live From New Orleans Whurr The Bitches Slang Diesel
The Niggas Bang Needles, Y Wouldnt They Bang Heaters
Think People
Yung Nigga On Da Brink And I Wont Break Until I Stink
One Wink One Shot Bow!
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
See I Cant Leave Without Mine
And I Aint To Pleased About Why
But Fuk It, Yall Like To Tears In A Bucket
I Bust It, So Dont U Try Dat Bull Shit In Public
No Parranoia
Boy I Got Lawyers, And I Got A Box Of Bullets For Ya
Carter Da Warrior
Marl Got Da 40, Yea Marlly Slide Da 40, Yea!
Bet Im On Da Stage Goin All In Da Audience
Lock A Nigga Up, Im Goin All In Da Ward And Shit
Den I Stick A Nigga Wit Da Shank On Da Yard And Shit
Day Soldjas, Im Da Sargent
Loadin Up My Weapon, Protectin My Marigin, Marchin
I Got U On Target, Barrels Scorchin
Caught Ya
A Rebadorchin
Chyea
Yung Weezy No Play
Da Dramas Jus Fore Play
Lets Play Bitch
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
We All Men Around Here
Daddy We Dont Kid Around Automatics, Spin Around Call His Family Sit Em Down Let Em Kno Da Story
Dont Forget To Let Em Kno Y We Comin Bak For Them, Dare Me
I Aint A Killer But Come Push Me
U Never Seen A Head Nigga Pussy
Let The Whole Clip Touch U
I Aint Nasty, Im Serious
But It Kinda Look Like A Women On Er' Period Uugh
Furious Drop Da Beat
U Can Prolly Still Here Da Car
And Lets Mop Da Street Chyea
I Hope Dat Ugly Look Is Not For Me
Cuz I Aint Tryin To Get No Blood On Da Freaks Chyea
Wut Is Ur Problem, Wut Is Ya Beef
I Bet It Be I
Whurr Is My Peace, Where Is Da Love
Like Where Is Da Chief, Im Ready To Die But He Aint Ready For Me
So Lets Go Nigga
[Chorus: X2]
(Ha) If I Dont Give A Fuck About You
And U Dont Give A Fuck About Me
And We Dont Give A Fuck About Beef
Den We Can Settle It In Da Streets
[Lil' Wayne: talking]
Fuck, man I been on this block all day
(say, say, say, say, say)
Hot man, get off my shirt, hot man
(Oh whatchu got?) Ohhh who that?
Boy that look like Baby, that ain't (that's dubs?)
That ain't Baby (that's dubs?)
That ain't - that is that nigga man (lets go)
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog?
[Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog
[Wayne] Like what? Look I ain't have nothing to do with
killing them...
[Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit
and how its gonna go down
[Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something
cause right now I'm tired of hustling
and these rocks ain't doing nothing
and to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it
[Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking
I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer?
I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari
[Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley
[Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in
[Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that
[Baby] What thats a blunt?
[Wayne] Yeah
[Baby] Light that, nigga I'll be right back
[Wayne] Aight cat, just don't be playing, this worth my while?
[Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a hoe?
[Wayne] Nah
[Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can't do it all myself, so I need me a lil' solider
I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit
[Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit
And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
[Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28
[Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change
I'ma go an cop me a Ranger and two platinum chains
[Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you
You too young from the start
[Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it
Its dedication and heart
[Baby] Dedication and smarts
Don't put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
[Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
[Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might
[Wayne] B, I'm all ears
[Baby] Get your ass in this car
[Wayne] Unlock the door
[Baby] Its unlocked
[Wayne] Don't holla at me
You ain't my pa
[Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came
fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine
Pays five a piece
[Wayne] Every week?
[Baby] Just move it together
I'ma knock off my lil' section
You take care of your area
[Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here
I'ma have Coke and Dope
It's gone be on 'round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's?
[Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez
[Wayne] I'm all for it cousin
I'ma get me a million
If power get between it I'ma split me a nigga
[Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic
[Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts
[Baby] Say Lil' One
[Wayne] What's up?
[Baby] We gonna fuck it up
[Wayne] Nigga what? Nigga what? Haha
[Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne
whispering something you can't understand]
[Intro:]
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
Wit' a top model and a contestines
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da foller
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
With a top model and a contestines
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller
[Verse 1:]
Im higher than the solar system of the twizzle
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie
And I ain't got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' boo
Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy man so you should reconsider
I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul ya
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore
Young Carter the name
Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine
[Bridge:]
Whip it stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it [x3]
[Verse 2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the club
Money runnin' like water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we fuckin the club
Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace
And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
Im funky like underarms
The engineers recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm
[Outro:]
Weezy Fuckin'
Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up/ketchup like mayonnaise
Um, I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
Ya outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Nigga tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
And I come fully equipped
You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me I'ma blam him
Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free
Got the butters, got the green, he got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house
Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother
She might know where to find you
I am... on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning
I will... four-pound him, and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him
I will... roll over your squad like I'm 'One Punch' Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will... take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em 'til I toss em in the wok like chicken
General Tso/toast em, uh-oh!
I make it hard for rap niggaz, I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I showed niggaz how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherfucking (Cannon)
Other words, I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed, niggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag, its a handheld (Cannon)
I'm telling you niggaz, I pop, put a shell in you niggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Weed odor in the Rover, nigga
Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle
Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle
You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon)
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like 'Damn Red, it's bigger than (Cannon)'
My attire makes the ladies say ya man is too fly
Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
Get caught slipping with ya mans and you die
Where I'm from niggaz be quick to squeeze the (Cannon)
Detroit Red always got some shit for ya ear
Show me love but keep it moving man, 'cause you if you get near
I'll say 'get off my dick' and tell ya bitch to 'come here'
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don (Cannon)
Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing
Yeah I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon)
I got niggaz who don't like rap lovin' our shit
We got niggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin' our shit
These niggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound its gravy
Niggaz salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick now we not smoking no more regular
Keep ya mid-grade, I don't think you know no better
They love 'In Da Trunk', now they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest like 'nigga thats some of our old shit'
Got niggaz I aint never met wanting to fight me
Got hoes thats in love asking 'why you dont like me?'
Bitch I'm married to the game and I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition, man I love these Nikes
Yeah, I'm hot, they fannin'
Niggaz try to copy my style like the (Cannon)
Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong
All the data is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced
True/Tru like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but Juice the motherfucker
Like... ch'yea
(feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt)
[Birdman:]
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go
[Lil' Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down
[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted
And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top Brand
[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side
[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up
[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin
[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out
[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch
[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green
[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....Birds flyin high
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds
[LIL WAYNE'S VERSE:]
Smokin all day drinkin on hard liquor(yea)
I stay high... even higher than a salt shaker
Im on silver haze what is u cheffin?
Im in the coupe keepin the rest of the birds sleepin
And Im high to the tip top...and im twisted with a slip knot
And Will i ever stop? Never that light it up bring it back
Bring a ounce not a sack
I got it foggy as a suana in the building
Looking for ur bong probably call it on the ceiling
Fallin on the railing catch me im gone
Im in another zone but trust me im home
Where the bloods be thicker than the army
And every time Copa roll up and say this one is the one
U know i gotta explode
I dont know where yall at but im in my mood where the...
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....Birds flyin high
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds flyin high.....u know how i feel
Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds
[JUELZ SANTANA'S VERSE:]
Keep it coming dont fuck up rotation...NAWWWWW
Clean ur Piss dont fuck up probation...NAWWWW
Shit im glad i aint got those cases
I Can smoke free bad nerves aint got no patience...NAWWWWW
But my birds fly higher ur coupe drive by but my coupe drive by ya
Im higher than a kite still lookin for the lighter
Cant get no higher still lookin for the lighter
Big Bob Marley blunts keep a chick in the ride on the side(yea) Big ol' donkey butt(yupp)
She talkin to much pass her weed calm the slut
I aint trynna hear that shit just smoke bitch(smoke)
This is what i call ol' Dikeman's finest sit back baby relax ur tight vagina
Enjoy ur ride enjoy ur high and show respect when u see...(BIrds Flyin HIgh)
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high...Birds flyin high
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds(birds) flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds flyin high...u know how i feel
Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds Birds
Look At Me
[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dues money to yung
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes
It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blao, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
[Hook]
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Why? Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bent
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Leaves on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
[Hook]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with JAZZY FAY
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire ten
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh
[Hook]
[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move
(Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne)
It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me
(Chorus)
(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne)
You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son
That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned
(Chorus)
I GET THAT MONEY THATS MY TOP COMITMENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
BUT LET ME GET SLICK REAL QUICK
LIKE RICK WITH OUT THE PATCH ON MY EYE I TAKE A PATCH OUT THE SKY
CAUSE IM FLY I SAY THAT ALOT AND IM GONE KEEP ON
THOUSAND DOLLAR JEANS ON NIGGA KEEP GONE
KEEP WALKIN PEACE HOME
THEY WANT FIND ME AT MY BEACH HOMES IM OUT THEY REACH HOMES
I GOT A SPEECH FOR EMMMMM'
UUMMMM............... FUCK THEM AND WHOEEVER KNOW EM'
ONE........
IM STEPPIN IN REVERTIBLES WIT A NASTY ASS VIRGIN SHE FEELING MY GANSTA
I AINT EVEN HAVE TO GAME HER BUT THAT CAME NATURAL
SORT A LIKE NATURAL
HOW I DISSAPEAR WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE BATHROOM
BUT ILL BE BACK SOON FUCKING WIT THEM RACOONS
LIKE JAKIE BLUSON ON HIS HONEYMOON
WHAT UP FUEL?
HOSPITAL IN THE BUILDING YOUNG MONEY IN THE ARENA
YOU CATCH ME WIT TWO BAD BITCHES BETWEEN EM'
YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT'........
{2ND VERSE}
I COOKED UP CRACK, AND IM PROBABLY OPISTENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKIN YALL POLITICIANS
BUT TO WIN AGAINST, MY BACK I DEFEND ANY ATTACK
BY ANY MEN IM,AND IN FACT {HUH}
AND ITS LIKE DAT MY IMPACT SO HARD IF I DIE ILL PROBABLY BOUNCE RIGHT BACK
I WALK AROUND WIT A MOUSE TRAP
CUZ NIGGAS WIT CHEESES DONT LIKE RATS
AND DISPITE THAT, I BEEN AROUND A FEW GOLDFISH IM STILL A SHARK OUT THE OCEAN
I WHEELED THE FUCK OUT THE 06' 4 SIT LOW
LIKE IM 4'6, LEFT ARM SO STIFF YALL DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THIS
STUNTIN' BUSSINESS IM ABOUT TO TEACH THAT TO ALL OF MY BITCHES
BUT, BACK TO DA BUSSINESS GIVE THE MUTHERFUCKERS SO MUCH COKE
THEY'LL PROBABLY HAVE PROBLEMS WIT THEY KIDNEYS................ SPIT EM'
JESUS CHRIST YOUNG MONEY MUTHERFUCKER
MONEY GO WAY BACK..........WAY BACK LIKE AN OLD MAN HAIRLINE
MUTHERFUCKERS YALL CANT SEE THAT.........
YEAH
{3RD VERSE}
I GOT AS HATERS OUT THERE BUT IM OPTIMISTIC
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
IM WALKING WHAT IM TALKING
AND IM PLAYING WHAT IM SAYING AND IM STEPPIN' WHAT IM REPPIN
IM ABOUT WHAT I SHOUT BOY, THE LOUDEST MOUTH OF THE SOUTH BOY
IM FROM DA DIRTY ,DIRTY YOU CANT GET ME OUT MY SHOP BOY
I GOT A MONEY CLIP, BUT LIKE WHAT FOR?
I TOLD HOES THAT THEY CANT HOLD THAT I STICK IT IN HER BACK POCKET
MAKE HER BUTT LARGE AND PULL THEM SEVEN JEANS DOWN SHE LIKE FUCK DRAWS
AND IM LIKE FUCK THAT BUT SHE THOUGHT I WAS IGNORANT, APPROACHED HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN,
HER FRIENDS TRYING TO GET WIT HIM
BUT I ALREADY BEEN WIT THEM THEY ALL ACT THE SAME
I FUCKED EM' ALL MAN LIKE THEY LIKE SYNONYMS
I LIKE DIVIDENDS, I MIGHT GIVE A LIMB SHE SEE THE NIGGAS IM WIT I MIGHT GIVE HER THEM.
ILL KNOW HOW HE GET SO MANY GIRLS IN THESE RAPS AND HANDLE THEM LIKE THAT IN THE LYICS
ITS COOL DOUGH
IF YALL LIKE LISTENIN' TO WHAT HE GOT TO SAY WELL YALL CAN COME GET WITH ME
THE REST TILL' FADE........... {HA HA}
[Intro]
Ay say what’s hapnin World
F.Y.I., man I just left Rickers island man you know what i’m sayin’
Seeing my n-gga lil wayne and he say man don’t worry bout him
He still doin’ better than you suckas you know what i’m sayin’
That’s for those of you who care and for those of you who don’t
F-ck you n-gga
[Chorus: T.I.]
All the whips on 4’s
And my wrist so froze
Aint no problem with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All they sayin’
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
Hey they be sayin’
YEAH
We got ‘em sayin’
YEAH
And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
Say bet i’m sayin’
YEAH
Say what i’m sayin’
YEAH
You know i’m sayin’
YEAH
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I’m ridin’ through the city blowin’ purple on a saturday
See the APTP when you got to put the gat away
See them nigga comin’ let it blow like Donald Hathaway
In the SLR’s all the doors open that way
Supermodel, movie star, the stripper, brawds after me
N-gga try to battle me but all they do is rattle me
I ask them man what happenin’ i’m laughin while they chattering
I’m bustin’ they be scattering you know you lookin’ at a king
Superclean in a new drop stuntin’
N-gga talk sh-t but it ain’t bout nothin’
You’ll get your ass kicked if your mouth keep runnin’
Keep talk slick bout the sound we comin’
Say what u want but this is how we run it
N-ggas still tryna ball out we done it
My wrist so bright and my neck so shiny
When I tell her lets go she dont back up from me
[Chorus: T.I.]
All the whips on 4’s
And my wrist so froze
Aint no problem with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All they sayin’
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
Hey they be sayin’
YEAH
We got ‘em sayin’
YEAH
And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
Say bet i’m sayin’
YEAH
Say what i’m sayin’
YEAH
You know i’m sayin’
YEAH
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, i’m me like a motherf-cker
Flyer than a vampire lookin’ for a blood sucker
I keep these hoes on E like a four runner
Man I could throw a 100 g’s till my stone runner
Get a couple of philly’s and some waters for these hoes stomach
I keep ‘em rollin like no brakes up in that four runner
I don’t stop i’m on the clock like the smallest hands
They look for me I move the bass up out that marching band
That ain’t a coffee can, n-gga that 400 grands
I keep the block jumpin’, just call me bunny man
T make a blunt look like a arm without a f-ckin’ hand
T break a pound straight down like a bucket man
You could get it harder or get it lighter than a summer tan
The section leader over the stove like a drummer man
B-R-R-At-At-Tat, whip it up just like that
But if a n-gga f-ck with me wrong then its B-R-R-At-At-At-Tat
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I like my whip so old
And my top better fold
And I party with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
You know they sayin’
YEAH
Ya digg
You know my click so bold
All of ‘em don’t slow
N-ggas shot never broke
They don’t never say no
You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
YEAH
You need that work
YEAH
We got that work
Ya digg
[Verse 3: T.I. & Lil Wayne]
I’m in a drop 6,4 low low
When a hoe get hit no slow mo
5 mil on the tour no promo
I’m at the p-ssy n-ggas house no homo
No homo, they slut like Tony Romo
So f-ck them and f-ck you too now go tell that to bono
They hoes know she loves when I shoot my two
22’s on the coupe I cruise
Sucka n-ggas tryna my mood
They do what they can I do what I choose
I get these hoes the blues
Just call me BB King
If they can’t feel the monster
How can they see the King
[Chorus: T.I.]
All the whips on 4’s
And my wrist so froze
Aint no problem with these hoes
They don’t never say no
All they sayin’
YEAH
I keep ‘em sayin’
YEAH
Hey they be sayin’
YEAH
We got ‘em sayin’
YEAH
And all my clicks so cold
And my pockets so swole
And we bet a hundred more
I don’t never say no
All I say is
YEAH
Say bet i’m sayin’
YEAH
Say what i’m sayin’
YEAH
You know i’m sayin’
And in here is where the heroine boils
And I also got a large pot of cigarette or you, that
Embalmment fluid illiterate are you
That's OK man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the infediment for you
Got that vitamin D R U G for you shorty
One window to let the dawn in
Cause we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growing
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam's or Jakes
Round here its all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cooking that up here have a plate
That's mama Carter she's a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich is a napkins straight
You pic wit this picnic and I'm at your face
(feat. Mack Maine)
Look, rockwilder on the beat
1,7 in ya face, mack maine u my nigga, cash money wassup
Check me out
[Verse:]
Young money mu'tha f**ka where the cash at
I put numbas on ya head like a class hat
See i dun been through everything like a lab rat
Can u swim cuz u sleepin where the crabs at
I stand before u bitch niggas with the 5th cocked
Boom boom!!!!
U can hear a pen drop
Bullet proof vest cannot defend tops
Wanna walk n my shoes u need 10 socks
But these niggas is actors like rick foxx
Stick 2 the script or f**k around and get written out
We in this mu'tha f**ka throwin up the sets
G4 boys
Throw em off the jet
[Chorus x2: Lil Wayne]
And me and mack is just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool see im the young lion
And he the young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo
U are in the zoo
[Mack Maine:]
Warning
Mack on the dollar hunt
Im feelin real slick bitch i got my collars up
Spread the word boi i keep the kush bottled up
40 cal pal u can get hollowed up
If u aint talkin money hommie then dats cheap cheddar
Im pissin on the game feelin like i gotta weak bladder
N yall fallin off u climbin up a weak ladder
N im 2 high 2 try 2 reach ya son
I rock shows everyday wit ms. cita's son
Then im uptown baby like im Peter Gunz
Or Lord Tariq 2 the lord i speak
I got game i'll have a vegie tryna eat my meat
[Chorus x2: Mack Maine]
Me n tune is just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool he the young lion
And im the young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo nigga
Welcome 2 the zoo
[Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Now bring it back to hollygrove yea hollygrove
A well part had work by the sliding boards
A well part get u murked by the sliding boards
17th ward animals and dinosaurs
Tyrannosaurus rex test me its m.o.b till a mortition dress me
And thats deep get run up on eagle street
Belfast & Monroe be right at ya front door
Knock, knock, hello there goes several fellows
With clips to the elbows hellrose
And tell them niggas we was hustlin till hell froze
Hollygrove ain't no muthaf**kin melrose
Hollywood ain't no muthaf**kin hollygrove
They could find yo ass monday in yo friday clothes
Or they could find yo ass part dead on father's day
Hollygrove usa remain in carter state
[Chorus x1: Mack Maine]
And me and carter are just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool
He just a young lion and i'm a young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo nigga you are in the zoo
[Chorus x1: Lil Wayne]
And me and maineis just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool
See i'm a young lion and he the young bull
He he hee
I'm a young playa nigga, (what)
I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga
Respect the game
Cuz I got the game
Y'all know who I is
Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'ma keep running man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
I might be in a Range that night
I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite
That ain't nothing
I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.
Slow yo roll lil one
You ain't glad its bought
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with ‘em lil one
Broads I use ‘em
Hatas I bluse ‘em
My whole front grill is full of confusion
Got dammit
Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
I was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that
Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
Million dolla man baby tear da beasy
Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
Sammy, Mario, tody Taz, that's my posse
And what
You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
Tell yo girl hello
I done did her, what you muggin me for
Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do
Now looky here, young blood
Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
Now keep doing what you doing
Go head
Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
Cough cough cough up
Got a cat eye benz on brollas
They call us
Uptown shiners
Original hot boy$ baby, big tymers
I spit game
Get in they head, they be like, “Quit Wayne!”
Half hour later, I'm in they split man
Hehehehe it be kicks man
Let me get real
I'll kill on the battlefield
Steal for the scrill
I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill
I'm a little peepsqueal
But I'm a ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted,
Nigga, I'm taking yo lover
I mean I'm raping yo lover
Leave her taste in my rubber
I GET THAT MONEY THATS MY TOP COMITMENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
BUT LET ME GET SLICK REAL QUICK
LIKE RICK WITH OUT THE PATCH ON MY EYE I TAKE A PATCH OUT THE SKY
CAUSE IM FLY I SAY THAT ALOT AND IM GONE KEEP ON
THOUSAND DOLLAR JEANS ON NIGGA KEEP GONE
KEEP WALKIN PEACE HOME
THEY WANT FIND ME AT MY BEACH HOMES IM OUT THEY REACH HOMES
I GOT A SPEECH FOR EMMMMM'
UUMMMM............... FUCK THEM AND WHOEEVER KNOW EM'
ONE........
IM STEPPIN IN REVERTIBLES WIT A NASTY ASS VIRGIN SHE FEELING MY GANSTA
I AINT EVEN HAVE TO GAME HER BUT THAT CAME NATURAL
SORT A LIKE NATURAL
HOW I DISSAPEAR WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE BATHROOM
BUT ILL BE BACK SOON FUCKING WIT THEM RACOONS
LIKE JAKIE BLUSON ON HIS HONEYMOON
WHAT UP FUEL?
HOSPITAL IN THE BUILDING YOUNG MONEY IN THE ARENA
YOU CATCH ME WIT TWO BAD BITCHES BETWEEN EM'
YEAH, YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN BOUT'........
{2ND VERSE}
I COOKED UP CRACK, AND IM PROBABLY OPISTENT
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKIN YALL POLITICIANS
BUT TO WIN AGAINST, MY BACK I DEFEND ANY ATTACK
BY ANY MEN IM,AND IN FACT {HUH}
AND ITS LIKE DAT MY IMPACT SO HARD IF I DIE ILL PROBABLY BOUNCE RIGHT BACK
I WALK AROUND WIT A MOUSE TRAP
CUZ NIGGAS WIT CHEESES DONT LIKE RATS
AND DISPITE THAT, I BEEN AROUND A FEW GOLDFISH IM STILL A SHARK OUT THE OCEAN
I WHEELED THE FUCK OUT THE 06' 4 SIT LOW
LIKE IM 4'6, LEFT ARM SO STIFF YALL DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THIS
STUNTIN' BUSSINESS IM ABOUT TO TEACH THAT TO ALL OF MY BITCHES
BUT, BACK TO DA BUSSINESS GIVE THE MUTHERFUCKERS SO MUCH COKE
THEY'LL PROBABLY HAVE PROBLEMS WIT THEY KIDNEYS................ SPIT EM'
JESUS CHRIST YOUNG MONEY MUTHERFUCKER
MONEY GO WAY BACK..........WAY BACK LIKE AN OLD MAN HAIRLINE
MUTHERFUCKERS YALL CANT SEE THAT.........
YEAH
{3RD VERSE}
I GOT AS HATERS OUT THERE BUT IM OPTIMISTIC
YALL NIGGAS JUST TALKING YALL POLITICIANS
IM WALKING WHAT IM TALKING
AND IM PLAYING WHAT IM SAYING AND IM STEPPIN' WHAT IM REPPIN
IM ABOUT WHAT I SHOUT BOY, THE LOUDEST MOUTH OF THE SOUTH BOY
IM FROM DA DIRTY ,DIRTY YOU CANT GET ME OUT MY SHOP BOY
I GOT A MONEY CLIP, BUT LIKE WHAT FOR?
I TOLD HOES THAT THEY CANT HOLD THAT I STICK IT IN HER BACK POCKET
MAKE HER BUTT LARGE AND PULL THEM SEVEN JEANS DOWN SHE LIKE FUCK DRAWS
AND IM LIKE FUCK THAT BUT SHE THOUGHT I WAS IGNORANT, APPROACHED HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN,
HER FRIENDS TRYING TO GET WIT HIM
BUT I ALREADY BEEN WIT THEM THEY ALL ACT THE SAME
I FUCKED EM' ALL MAN LIKE THEY LIKE SYNONYMS
I LIKE DIVIDENDS, I MIGHT GIVE A LIMB SHE SEE THE NIGGAS IM WIT I MIGHT GIVE HER THEM.
ILL KNOW HOW HE GET SO MANY GIRLS IN THESE RAPS AND HANDLE THEM LIKE THAT IN THE LYICS
ITS COOL DOUGH
IF YALL LIKE LISTENIN' TO WHAT HE GOT TO SAY WELL YALL CAN COME GET WITH ME
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
I know you hustle baby I ain't gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But, bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
How the f*ck you else you going where the shoe ain’t fitted
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
Goin pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna give
With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthaf*cking dollar
The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
You aint never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I ain't never seen a mark supplier without demand
And f*ck credit baby tell em broke n*ggas stop playing
Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it aint a life if you don’t live it, baby
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on, show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Featuring: Young Money
[Intro - Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Let's do it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
[Verse 1 - Lil Twist]
Yeah, uh
So sick with the flow
Yeah you cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo no T.O.
No wetting Cowboys to a Piston
A.I. no Wallace, your kids getting demolished
I'm booking on your suckers like I'm just leaving college
But smart, very smart, too smart for your knowledge
Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
It's YMOE nothing gets inbetween us
[Verse 2 - Lil Chuckee]
Tell Wayne I'm going in like somebody about to bury me
In this rap game nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rocking with Young Money
I told my team I got us man it's all on me
Like volume two B.G., I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Everytime I'm on the track it's ransom
Can't find them like us anymore, it's random
When Young Money come through you better salute us
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj]
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Let's do it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
The salute
The salute
[Verse 3 - Jae Millz]
Hey yo
I solemnly swear if it ever go down
You ain't never got to call me because I'ma be there
Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than Shell Toes
Strapped like Velcro, and this we running? Hell no
And truthfully, aiming for number one, oh do we?
You ask why I reply, because nobody remember two or three
Cross YM and now the hem will make a movie
We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we
[Verse 4 - Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, Young Money army we marching
We coming forward no warning
We got these boys running like Forest
So salute me like a general
First place never last
Always on top and I'm a chief like a Seminole
Got the game in a strangle hold no letting up
You can get the top, your can pop like 7 Up
Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me
And we'll take the game out your hands like a joystick
[Verse 5 - Nicki Minaj]
I'ma need my badges and my ribbons
Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given
Everything that I've given, I swear I'll never give in
Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning
I d-d-d-d-do it because I did it for my ballerina girls
Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe
But we shoot shoot shoot them up, camoflauge me
Because Young Money is a Navy, better yet the Army
[Chorus]
[Verse 6 - Lil Wayne]
Commander in chief
One hand on the world, one hand on the brief'
I stand on the world, bitch I stand on the peak
Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G
But don't ask me about shit but money
Fucking right my money long, I got that ten foot money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk, it sound like ten foots running
I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet pussy
I'm a purple heart proven war vet' rookie
You can't even sit next to me
Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me
Now don't step nigga, march with me
To the steps of the court building
Like ain't we God's children?
I know at all times gods feel me
So I play my part until the war kill me
Salute or shoot, nigga
(Gudda Gudda)
Gudda
Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like I'm rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fucking with me put your cash in
Nah I doubt it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!
(Lil Wayne)
Uh, Uptown back in it
Hollygrove Black menace
Black clothes, Black tennis
Black semi,
I've never sat in Hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on Paychecks
And I still want payback
And I still don't play that
I kill on ASAP
And you don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of comma's
Still wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!
(Jae Millz)
Ma-Mama aint make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doing that's my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya straight
Yeah, I'm a Big Joker so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it
I'm so harlem, eating but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!
(Tyga)
Say-Say-Say, Put the flow-flllloooooow
Say,Put the flow in the pot
Crank up the notch
Burn the song from a Stove-Top
It's finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky shit that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say money talks
And, man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame flicker
I melt pictures
Shawty badder than a three year old
Keep playin' and I'ma eat her like a pita roll
I'm just sayin' with my love I could feed her soul
Two day getaway and we don't need our clothes
We at the pool and she lookin' like a center fold
Two tattoos but she say she gettin' plenty mo'
She got Indian in her family, seminal
Me and shawty go together like chemicals
And she get mad when I call other woman hoes
You send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear, then lick around her lobe
And when she check her watch, it's never time to go
And with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came, she caught me like the common cold
God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you
I say damn I must be left 'cause you the best I ever seen right
Shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably tellin' that he ain't right
Bet they be the same bitches at the weddin' throwin' rice
Let's get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin' like the prototype
But see that I took your advice
Sometimes you got to blow it twice
Then shake it up and roll the dice
I'm crusin' on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appetite for lovin', Ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I, I be on that lavender, I, I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner
God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you
Now she don't know about me but I'mma put her on it
And she ain't sure 'bout me but can't go without me
We probably ain't supposed to be together
But I wonder if our love affair could last forever
And shawty I'm with ya
Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget ya
Then I told her to her face
If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place
God damn, you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you and only you
God damn, you the shit
I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
With you, baby
[Intro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
The law in this game
[Verse 1:]
Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne's the president
Fuck em, xxxx em, xxxx em
Even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch
Call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him
Bury him, I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
Yea, xxxxx I'm heavy metal-ing
You can get to xxxxxx Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best. and no I ain't positive, I'm definate
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
And I'm the god, and this is what I bless them with
[Hook:]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
[Verse 2:]
Junior
It's cash money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it runnning in every vein
I'm from the mud I am a missle like the stud
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud
And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' birmman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a billion
Cash Money million, hier to the throne
Going at the head is like hair and a comb
Sittin by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair and a comb
Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And I will take or trash it with the lord as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen
[Hook:]
That I'm me I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
[Verse 3:]
Last year they had the grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flew lethal weapon book em' danny
I'm a monster I tell you monster wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's pain
Let's go, niggas don't see me cause I'm better than both
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my xxxx within so I xxxx on myself
Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you like I saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit.
(ha) yea
[Hook:]
I'm me, I'm me. Bitch, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
[Outro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records 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
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
Raj ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the..
Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut!
Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
Weezy Baby this is the Carter
I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
You do the math it's a horror
While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out
If you catch me without the burna burn me
I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
Smash on ya bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!
Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
I'll sell a brick to a house nigga
I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
I wasnt born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me
But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
I know how to cook so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
Baby what have I done I created a monster
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
Hell naw I smell ya'll
Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go
Bang 'em in da head whoa!
Bang 'em in da face whoa!
Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
Let you know something about me
I'm a Southern boy! Know what I'm talking about?
[Hook - Kid Ink]
I remember all the days stuck in December
Caught in the rain, all the pain, having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
[Verse 1]
I go by Weezy, baby
So call me "Lil Weasel"
My city is New Orleans
Baby, my street is Eagle
And that's my nigga's?
He like to break a piece
He got the gun, I got the rope, my nigga pick a tree
Ain't talking money, I let the nickel speak
Niggas think I'm cheap, you ain't gon? to me
The only thing to be: a picture on your shirt
No homo: I put your dick in the dirt
Flip em like a shovel with that wrist work
I stop ya, heard? I keep em coming like clockwork
J cool with the jump, it's an outburst
And we gon be from South Philly til the South dirt
Bad bitch let me get all the outskirts
It's lil Weezy, yeah?
This ain't a concert, this ain't a?
This an outburst, so hear the shot burst:
[Hook - Kid Ink]
Every hustle, we hustle, hustle – hey!
[Verse 2]
Straight from the bottom, now I'm high as a mountain
From the city where you need way more protection than a condom
Had a dream but I'm conscious, see the veins in my sockets
In the sky, wishing I could turn this plane into a rocket
And just leave here, more money but the problems still live here
I feel the pressure from my lil peers
Cause I'm about to blow, Swisher Sweet breathe in
One hit, lose your breath, all I do is (breathe) win
Big fish swimming in the deep end
No present, fuck I'm into pretense
I remember rainfall in the street
Now I'm in the club: watch me make this bitch precipitate
I promised to myself I would be the best
You could say I'm crazy or a mess
Just hand me a wrench
And it's nothing you can tell a ho
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, life on the rocks
Too hard to swallow
So we get high till it feel like the sky low
Ya’ll boys just a bunch of p-ssy cats milo
Money is the song, pockets on high note
Do ra me faso
I rock like a fossil, big ball sh-t, Paul Castellano
Shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo
Thats that nine n-gga, lil rando
Sleeping with the enemy so I f-ck the World
To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
The sweetest southern girl
(sweetest southern girl)
[Nicki Minaj]
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I line up
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, mind over matter
Money over all
The World is on my shoulders,
Shall I dust my shoulders off?
Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls
F-ck the bullsh-t, but just don’t f-ck it raw man
P-ssy has a pattern and I know where I’m going
And if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin
Sanity kills so I live the crazy life
I wonder if you’ll pay attention if I change the price
Life is my wife, till death do us part
Man I’m fly as f-ck you aint even next to depart
Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
[Chorus]
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I line up
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
[Lil Wayne]
Stepping on the bullsh-t
You can be my doormat
Y’all aint going nowhere with that hatin’ sh-t, four flat
Disrespectful on the beat, Borat
F-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn’t all that
Yeah, now time’s gettin’ shorter
Life on ya head like f-cking read carter now
Dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border
So much money piled up I’m a muthaf-cking hoarder
[Chorus]
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I line up
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
But she always say
But she luv my style
[verse 1:]
N if i stay out late
Im commin home rich
Thinkin bout that pussy
On the grind got me home sick
Them dolla signs on my mind got me on this
If i dont hustle then wat happens in the mornin?
Do the sun even rise?
Do the birds sing?
When i can stand ova the stove n make the birds sing
U think about that
I'll be right back
Ring
There she go baby come right back
Click
Ring
Then she call right back
Click
Ring
I toss the phone in the back
Quick
Think
Shyt u all i got
But if u leave me where u met me
Dat be on that clock
Gettin it
N when a nigga hittin it
U luvin
No cryin no fussin
Just as simple im commin
So when ya baby boy out there runnin
Dont cry
Dont fuss
Its simple im commin
[chorus:]
I kno what he does [x2]
So in luv [x2]
My baby
Dats my baby
Have his baby some day
N yes its been hard
So hard
Oooooo
N dats my baby
I luv him
I luv him yawl
[verse 2:]
I roll up on ha
N dat earth toner
She can smell the work on me
When i work on her
I see through that smerk on her
It hurts sort of
N i been n to deep since my first order
I just tell her dont expect the worst
She say she dont want to be stuck standing next to a nerf
I say i dont want to be stuck standing next to a curve
She said she dont wanna
I say shut up you pressing my nerve
She said who you tellin shut up
Then she get up
Start packing her shit up
Start calling her sister
Her sister dosent pick up
The tensions start to pick up
She cryin, she got hick ups
Im tellin her to cheer up
Im layin down she say sit up
I sit up, she push me down i sit up
She push me down i get up
Then i act like im a hit her
But im a better nigga
She cant find a better nigga, naw
[chorus:]
I kno what he does [x2]
So in luv [x2]
My baby
Dats my baby
Have his baby some day
N yes its been hard
So hard
Oooooo
N dats my baby
I luv him
I luv him yawl
[verse 3:]
I think about you when im riding dirty
I say i love you when i left i hope you heard
In case i neva make it back i hope you heard me
In if you ever have twinz name them bright and early
Cause im out for the money i hope you down with it
No this aiint game but im found in it
And why be in it if im not gon win it
So ill be playin till the last minute, u dont get it
See that ground hurt when you hit it
I would'nt lie baby
But f*** with me and you forever fly baby
So far from the buttom i swear
You can smell the work in the air,im there
You can never take that from me
And what i been through you cant take back from me
If i offend you then mama get back from me
But if you love then i know you coming back for me,you love my style
Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'
Some niggaz palms be sweatin'
Some niggaz palms be itchy
It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what I'm sayin', nigga
We built this shit from the ground up
Nigga, The Carter, nigga
You what I'm sayin'
We been around the world gettin' money nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlas, nigga (Belie' that bitch)
You what I'm sayin'
Lets get them niggaz, lets ride shawty
Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggaz uptown servants
Word, they bird curvin' for servin'
Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws curvin'
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me
I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me
So nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggaz out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they whole block
Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot
Third ward survivor, uptown madness
Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habbit, bitch
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
The murder man, picture me lurkin'
Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin'
And you could hear it when it's hurtin'
But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain
I took over the circus
'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, fo' pound and surface
To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkle
Blood run up out ya earth now you purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so
Now you headed to the skies above
And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club
Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband
And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that mama I'll be gone 'till Novemeber
I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners
Them niggaz on the block say them boys gon' get 'em
But them niggaz on the block don't know the toys who with 'em
Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me
I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy
Ya open up ya face I'ma open up the semi
I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi-
Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin'
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin'
Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli's
When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's
Beef cranberry on the ceilin'
This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon
We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby
C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out
And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon
Wish a nigga would say something, gotta
Standin right chea guns up boy
Weezy F, Birdman
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Man fuck these niggas
Imma spare everythin but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas
And fuck these bitches
I swear I care bout everythin but these bitches
I don’t care, I "so what" these bitches
And I put young mulla baby way above these bitches
If it ain’t broke, don’t break it
And if he ain’t shook, I’m gon shake him
Hope I don’t look weak
Cuz when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf teeth
Motherfuckaaaaa
Futuristic hand gun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I’m at your face like lancome
You niggas softer than Rosanne’s son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I busy fuckin the world and givin the universe my damn tongue
Crazy motherfucker, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
All white bricks, I’m straight like it’s jumpin back to thirty-six nigga
Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms I could shit all day
nigga
[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
And we don’t want no problems
Ok you’re a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa…….
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo………
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh…
And we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby
[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane]
What the fuck is up, it’s Gucci Mane the G
It’s titty boy, no Diddy boy, be strapped city to city boy
So icy, so no Nike, but jus Gucci, Louis, Prada, excuse me
Gucci Mane keep shitin on me, why that boy keep buyin jewlery
East Atlanta cockin hammers
Bandanas on car antennas
No we do not talk to strangers
Jus cut off these niggas fingers
Gucci’s armed and dangerous, cocaine, codine and angel dust
This AK 47 i hitcha m1 from the ankle up
Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can
Four, five desert eagle on me, you’ll think imma Eagles fan
Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make him neva breathe again
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again
Gucci
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
The money is the motive
Fuck wit the money, it get ugly as coyote
Ok I’m reloaded
ima pull it if you told it
I buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagger so bright, I don’t even need light
I’m wit a model bro, she don’t even eat rice
But would you believe that she eat dykes
And she asked me for a picture so I gave her three strikes
I’m the man around this motherfucker
I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Ya I said game, but I ain’t playin around this motherfucker
I’m the best to ever do it bitch
And you’re the best at never doin shit
If you the shit then I am sewer rich
Try me and I’ll have your people readin eulogies
Hahaha
I swear you can’t fuck with me
But I can fuck your girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
And of course it’ll be your cash
And I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass
[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
And we don’t want no problems
Ok you’re a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa…….
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo………
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh…
And we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby
[Verse 4 – Lil Wayne]
Man suck my clip
Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit
Uhhhh
I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this
I will make the most of this
F is for fer-o-cious
Murder your associates
The top is so appropriate
This is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on
Weezy
[Chorus x2 – Lil Wayne]
And we don’t want no problems
Ok you’re a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa…….
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo………
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh…
And we be steady mobbin
Featuring: No Ceilings
I'm calling you daddy, daddy
can you be my daddy, daddy
I need a daddy, daddy
would you be my daddy, daddy(No ceilings)
Come and make it Wayne down on me X2
Uhh wide receiver weezy
throw the pussy at me
the pussy lips smiling
I make the pussy happy
take them panties off
the pussy looking at me
I'm the pussy monster, now get the pussy ready
I like to kiss, she like to kiss
I deep stroke and make her bite her fist
the lights is on
the night is grown
we get it poppin cuz we know we can when wife at home
California kush strong as a titan is what I'm lightin on
we get high as fuck then we just do it put ya nikes on
tattoos on her waist she like the tattoos on my face and if that soon she like to say I'll let her say it on my microphone
she love my style
but that's expected
she coming back to you? the chance is anorexic
I knew she had it in her
so I got it out her
she give me neck around the clock I call it round the carter
she rub my back
she say im tight
she cook, fukin clean, and still make her flight
first class pussy
crystal glass pussy
I..I get it wetter than bass pussy
(You dun' been)
Uhh I likes it thick and red
Ralph Laurens breed
lady in the streets
pornstar in bed
she like to fuck fight so we sparr in bed
she got that pink pussy
I beat it orange red
i fuck American pie and i get foreign head
she sit down and ride like ima throw er' bread
she kiss my mine and i kiss hers back
if shes a bad bitch
she deserve that
She send me pictures to my iPhone
then i gotta clear 'em
'cus my girl be checkin my phone
I'm calling you daddy, daddy
Can you be my daddy, daddy(young Money)
I need a daddy, daddy
Would you be my daddy, daddy(No ceilings)
Come and make it wayne down on me(x2)
(young Mula baby)
[Lil Wayne]
No ceilings muthafucker good morning,
dick in your mouth while you yawning,
Im goin in, Gudda why they started me,
Marley why they started me,
IÂ’ll bring you to the front door like you ordered me,
back in this bitch but a lot more rich,
on my poppa bear shit, need hot porridge,
gotta a lot more shit than you could ever fathom,
a big head nigga couldnÂ’t even imagine,
the shit I do, most doerÂ’s never done,
IÂ’ma fuck this beat, your bitch who you better come,
better run this sh-t, i dont run from shit,
I still beat your ass like a fucking drumstick,
Weezy fucking baby baby make the ladies come quick,
the money canÂ’t fit in my pockets but I bet that gun fit,
and IÂ’m so unfit cos all I eat is rappers,
and these rappers aint shit I like my fast food faster,
syrup got me slow like a turtle round this hoe,
and Im flyer than the highest flying bird around this hoe,
whats the word around this hoe, you get served around this hoe,
yeah you get served like a fucking HÂ’ordeurve around this hoe,
I donÂ’t slurge around no hoe, no I donÂ’t shine in front no bitch,
cos after she get off my dick I be like find the front door bitch,
i dont know why the fuck your bitch keep coming by and I fuck your bitch 100 times what the fuck your bitch got on her mind, my fucking dick,
I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head
your flow sick, my shit did, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab,
you should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance,
I call it the nay nay dance proud to be nay nayÂ’s dad,
gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland,
we are not the same, I am a martian, this is space jam,
no ceilings R-I-P a man, muthfucking cave man
beating on my chest Young Money Cash Money,
and Im eating all the rest nigga no offense,
sorry if your offended,
riding high like Im on 54 inches,
man Id rather chill with 54 bitches,
chi-chill like chi-chill like an eskimo
lets get mo, lets get mo bitches
and I be like lets get mo bitches,
Mr officer stop arresting your bitches,
stop let the messy hoes mess with yo business,
mickey mouse cheese, hip hop Walt Disney,
shesh gosh Oshkosh BÂ’gosh, smokin' on that Bob Marley,
listening to Pete Tosh,
I do me, no I do three,
at A T I M E, why when we say we young mula,
the bitches leave yaÂ’ll and relay run to us,
and payday comes sooner than later round here,
you see my sharks like I got some bait around here,
hey you better stop the hate around there,
before tommy mack and nina debate around there,
yeah you see it in my face I donÂ’t care,
whole court hearing trial and the case around there,
Im the best thing yet I know I got that thing wet,
evvrybody want be fly but donÂ’t know where there wings at,
ah huÂ….
Had to pause for a minute and im right back in it like the draws of the woman,
on a scale of 1 – 10 and my girl be a 20,
my girls so bad make a nigga think he sinning,
my goons so pretty my goons are so with me,
haters got to go on iTunes to go get me
gaters by the doors, baboons and those grizzlyÂ’s
all come at me when Im on the microphone in the,
mic check 2 – 3, Im different like blue pee
and my girls be half naked like Betty Boop Be
like a hoopty, man the boy been riding
and I aint gasÂ’d up because Im more like a hybrid,
you think Im stunting no Im just surviving,
and IÂ’ve been here but my soul is just arriving,
look up in the air, its a crow its a robin,
no ceilings full dose
Im prescribing, medication free
and for meditation we
smoke some better tasting weed
that youÂ’ll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as tac hotter than
riding through a dessert on a camel back,
I done bin riding through wherever with the hammer strapped,
I aint lying, I can do whatever if Im planning that,
so I got my guns lets dance like fanny pack,
and we cooked the hard, cut the soft and bring the Â… back,
mafio bitch where you muthf-cking family at,
call my nigga gudda if you trying to get your mami back,
all up in another n-gga woman I be ramming that,
seeing through these see through niggas like their laminate,
hip hop so contaminate, I swear just examine that,
if im such a philanthropist the god to these evangelists,
I dress all Los Angeles but i love miami though,
I am so New Orleans yes I grew pistachios,
dat mean I go nuts at any beat they throw at me,
and the bitches is so at me,
[Lil Wayne]
Rock star lifestyle might not make it,
President got em' in the White House naked,
Looked at the clock and it say right now,
Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial,
Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass,
Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass,
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back,
Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at?
South Beach Miami hoe, I'm probably with Tammy Tol,
My life is a video and the women want they cameo,
I just want the panty hoes and I'm higher than Geronimo,
And I got them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical,
Now pop that pussy like a .44,
I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow,
It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest,
We don put them other niggas on a hiatus,
Beat ya bitch with a pump if she denied data,
'Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter,
I make my girl come first then I arrive later,
I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha,
Get gettin' money like hell yeah,
This shit so good it don't even smell bad,
And you can tell dad, that I'm a muthafucker,
You niggas betta not slip, Ice Road Truckers,
Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long,
New Orleans nigga, I get super Dome,
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me,
Still spittin' fire, you niggas wood to me,
We on nigga, let let them hoes know,
Young Money lay 'em down like old folks,
You comin' with it, we comin' for it,
Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit,
Real shit people, now just absorb it,
I try to pay attention but ya'll mad borin',
And got so much swag I need a ad for it,
And I don't like to brag so my bitches brag for me,
Oh she a good girl, I gotta transform her,
She give me hot head, I call it global warming,
If we gon do it dog, lets do it now,
I am more animal then the zoo allowed,
Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while,
You niggas little league, call 'em Curacao
Energizer money, it keep goin',
I'm laid up, I'm free throwin',
Who rebounding, who gives a shit,
Fuck dat, I got 27 years of this,
Hit or miss, I hit your misses,
You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes,
I, I hit the target, I hit the witness,
I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business,
Too many visions, completed missions,
Still ice'n out crosses, keep it Christian,
We consistent, the streets commend it,
Weezy F. Baby, the F is for forensics,
From start to finish, Usain Wayne,
OK ya doin' your thing,
Well thangs change, you plain Jane,
I'm diverse, I save the World second,
And I get high first,
I'm a mind freak, check my time sheet,
Bitch I bring the noise, where the lions sleep,
Yo flow never wet, like grandma pussy,
I'm always good, like grandma cookies,
Yeah call me the screen or the swine fixer,
It's goin' down like the Catalina wine mixer,
She goin' down like the hands on my time ticker,
I'm always strapped, Vietnam nigga,
We are fine nigga, like Amber Rose,
And we ball nigga, like Jalen Rose,
You better tell them hoes,
I got a million flows,
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes,
Young Money baby,
And the bulding grows as we look up,
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
its the Carter motherfucker
let me show you my building man, its the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, kno what I'm talkin bout
this is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around
by myself this time, back off the wall
guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm
Dawg is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him
That make you a part of me and pardony
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
Dont worry Carter me I just actin accordingly
I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me
Handlin streets in the mandarin V
I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and jus handle the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers
You do not want angus USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one startin to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cuz I always beat his beat up
Yall cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers
Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
What you need, get you crack get you weed
Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
Daddy tried to ruin it
But I built this building from the ruts
I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
And the feds know just whats up in this motherfucker
Made niggaz so they cant bust in this motherfucker
So with that lets keep it movin, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin
Uh huh look at how my bitches do it
Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties
They handle all my pharmaceutics
I got it from promethazane to metamucil
I'm crucial don't mean to spook you
But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know
So the things just move through
I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dont hate the game hate the institution
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucka
I came back around, it's the Carter
show you the rest of the house later, we gon go upstairs, ya kno
Ya kno what this is right
Yezzer 3! Ha! I Love This Shit! So Let Me Talk My Shit! Uggh! HaHa! (*cough, cough*)OK I?m good. Ya!
Freestyle
I Know U See Da Gwop Cause Gettin Money Is Wut We On
Ridin Drop Top In Da Winter Wit Da Heat On
Bad Yellow Bitch Keep My Passenger Seat Warm
Leg Hangin Out Da Window, U Aint Got These On
Bitch Holla, It Is Lil Weezy
They Can Not See Me, They Are Like Stevie
I Am Barring-a-ton like Levee
I Circle Ya House Like Bee-Bee
Colder Dan Da He-Be-Gee-Bees
Neva Give Free Bees, 75 Thousand For Deez Fees
Shit I Can Get A 100 Thousand Up In Deez Jeans
Big Stacks My Pockets On Creatine
Young Money, Dipset Nigga We A Team
If U Dont Like It Nigga Fuck U No Vaseline
Errrrr, Peel Off In Da Lambergine
Like A Tangerine
Got Da Industry Shakin Like A Tamborine
Like A Bitch Wit Some Lips Like Angeli-na Jolie
Holy God Flow I Go Where No Other Guy Go
Fuck You Hoe Im So 5-0-4
I Hope Every Snitch Die Slow
Hip-Hop Dats My Hoe I Know, She Know I Like It Wet
Dont Want No Dry Hoe
Alright Bitch, I Am thee Boy No Decoy And I Will Straight Up Destroy
Any Boy or Man And I Prefer Money than Bitches are just Need for
We Are Young Money Bitches And I Am tha Lea-der
We Are Currency, Mack Maine, And D Raw and I Just Signed
A Chick Named Nikki Minaj
And Me Im Still Spitten Like A Retard
And Deez Niggas Soft Dey Should Be Rappin In Leotards
Nigga We In Charge, Baby Put Me In Charge
And Im Just Murderin Niggas Free Of Charge
Ya Digg Just Holla Back I See Ya Sarge
And Im So Motherfuckin High I Can Eat A Star
Yeah Let Me Upgrade U
U May Not Be A Model, But I Can Front Page Ya
U Know Im Nasty Excuse My Behavior
Let Me Just Taste Ya
We Can Fuck Lata
Sittin In Da Coupe, Lookin Like A Racer
Top Peeled Back Like Da Skin Of A Potato
Seat Way Back Listen To Anita Baker
Ridin By Myself Smokin Weed By Da Acre
Hollygrove Gator Aint Nobody Greater
Leave U Wit Some Bullet Holes Da Size Of Craters
U Aint Heard Da Latest
Weezy F. Da Greatest
Battle Anybody, Nigga Fuck away ya Favorite
Its A New Game And Im Da Coach Like Avery
Leave It To Da Flow, We Gettin Dough Like A Bakery
I Dont Really Want To But Deez Niggas Makin Me
Put A Muthafucker On Ice Like Da Maple Leaves
Dats A Hockey Team And I Aint On No Hockey Team
But Im A Champion, Wheres Da Fucking Rocky Theme?
Damn, Rest In Peace Apollo Creed
Imma Monster Everyday Is Halloween
Alot Of Syrup, Alot Of Pills, And A Lot Of Weed
And I Keep My Pockets Green Like A Pot Of Peas
And If U Hatin Baby U Can Get A Side Of Deez
Deez Nuts in ya Mouth Can U Swallow Please
Haha, Yeah Im So Hot I Freeze
Big Balls And Dey Jangle Like Alot Of Keys
Even Deaf Bitches Say Hi To Me
She Tell her Blind Bitch and She Say I Gotta See
Young Carter Darlin
Understand, I Am Micheal Jordan Ballin
Yes, Imma Dog Imma Hoya Ya Homie
Imma Boss, Ya Man Is Juss An Employer Mami
Let Me Upgrade U, Let Me Up-Grade U, Upgrade U
Up Up And Away
Up Up And Away
Up Up And Away
I'm about to go up up and away
Dick in your mouth
Fuck what you say
You sweet as pie a muffin and cake
Dick in her mouth, I'm fucking her face
Live for the night, sleep in the day
Ya high as fuck, sleep it away
I am a dog, you should keep in the gate
Pussy, hm, how sweet is the taste?
Gun to ya head, what ya peep gonna say
Weezy bitch, I'm deep in the space
Floating away like a leaf in the lake
I'm gone like delete and erase
Talk that shit, I walk that shit
Pills, weed, all that shit, if a bitch is bad
I'ma call that bitch
Get pussy, ass, all that shit
Hm, what they talking about
I go hard they soft as a couch
I'm running them in and walking them out
Cars so cold I park in the house
Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant
Flow so tight, it's yeast infected
Kill 'em all when they least expect it
Money talk, Lisa Leslie, YMCMB connection
Rappers is what I eat for breakfast
Running up in my sheets is sexy
If she ain't fucking she can exit
Gun tucked in the waist
I buss in ya face
I ain't got nothing to say
But up up and away
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Weezy, where ya going? Up
You're going a little bit too far
(haha)
Ain't this a bitch, I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch
You're lucky I don't kill yo ass
But you can still get pistol whipped
Sharper than a pencil tip
Bitch don't even twitch ya lip
40 cal with the extended clip
Ain't gon be no incident
Skinny jeans, red vans
Skully on, money long
Her mouth is like my house so I guess you can say I'm coming home
You're wylin out, then were riding out, now your hiding out, honeycombe
I'm laughing to the bank like I just broke my fucking funny bone
Whats really good five
I'm on pills smoking that really good five
Eyes so high I look blind
But the stove on my waist cook fine
I be a nigga that took lives?
A nigga that'll take it outside
A nigga that'll take it to your crib
Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives
I'm gon get so wasted they gon have to carry me out this bitch
I took over this rap shit, these rappers are just hostages
Lets cut to the chase
My bitch no habla ingles
But I ain't got nothing to say
But up up and away
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Up up and away, up up and away
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Weezy, where ya going?
You're going a little bit too far
Up up and away, up up and away
Up up and away, up up and away
Up up and away, up up and away
Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga
Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga
Straps on deck so fuck that nigga
Leave you looking like lightening struck that nigga
Stacks on deck, I'm rich as shit
I'm calling my bitch the shit
Walking 'round on my fucking shit
I done did everything on my bucket list
Fuck that shit, I'm superbad
I don't give a hoover damn
My I son all these niggas, they should have a stupid tan
Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne
Sit yo 5 dollar ass down, 'fore I make change
I'm pumping ya brakes
I'm jumping the gates
And I ain't got nothing to say
But up up and away
Weezy, where ya going?
You're going a little bit too far
Up up and away, up up and away
Up up and away, up up and away
[Verse 1]
2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there, papa, you ain't even got to measure
Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous
Well what goes around comes around: propellers
Money over bitches - mob, goodfellas
Cut her ears off, ain't shit she could tell us
Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin love letter
If I ain't a trending topic, I'm a fucking trend-setter
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I'm on 2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
[Verse 2]
If you're scared, go to church, mason betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard
The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been
But she gone probably try to cross the line like a mexican
I ain't on that bullshit
Shawty fine as fuck though, now she kiss me on my neck
I hope she ain't cut-throat
Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow
Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don't have change
I cock back and aim at your membrane
Broad day, no mask, close range
You can get 2 shots from wherever
You can get 2 shots from whoever
It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together
I should probably do better but probably, whatever...
[Verse 3]
Your bullshit is stinking up the place
Me no tick (jamaican)
Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base
I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase"
It's young money baby, take your clothes off
Give me them three holes: bowling ball
2 shots of whatever
Keep them bitches coming and she can get whatever
I'm on 2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
2 shots of whatever
Featuring: Lil' Twist
Yea, she got that good, good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass
She got that good, good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her
Uh, she a monster, I'm her sponsor
She run through my head, Chris Johnson
I'ma tackle her, get in back of her
Buss it open suck that pussy like the Dracula
What your man doing? Tell him fall back
Throw that pussy at me, baseball bat
I kiss her where she point
I make her lose her voice
I see her when I want, call that viewers choice
Number 1 lover, she want none other
Don't need another one when we got one another
I take her out and then I take her down
I beat it up twelve round
She she got that good, good
She got that, got that good
She got, she got that, got that
She she got that good, good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass
Okay, I'm watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
That I can do, baby, on top of the world
When I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby
Okay, I'm watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
That I can do, baby, on top of the world
When I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby
Uh, she a monster, but I'm a beast tho
Take her clothes down, with my teeth tho
I beat slow or I can hit it fast
I do it how she ask, and I cum last
I bust her ass, we tare it down
Then I gotta slit like James Brown
It's all love, I come back around
And if she back it up, then, then I back it down
Tell me something, is you ready for me baby
Take this beast of out my pants and let you pet it for me baby
My dick on professor Klump jump on this Eddy for me baby
And when you fuck with me they give you credit for it baby, yeah
She she got that good, good
She got that, got that good
She got, she got that, got that
She she got that good, good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass
Okay, I'm watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
That I can do, baby, on top of the world
When I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby
Okay, I'm watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
That I can do, baby, on top of the world
When I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby
She got that good, good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass
So pack your bags, I fly you in
Soon as she land, we get it in
She love to put her legs around my neck
I promise if I fuck her hard then she gon choke me to death, ha
And it always wet, don't know if she the best I ever had
But she's the best I had yet
Okay, I'm watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
That I can do baby on top of the world
When I'm on top of you baby
Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby
Hey, and you get popular baby
And like a cradle I'll be rockin' you baby
I feel good when I'm on top of you baby
So Imma stay on top of you baby, hey
You'll be popular baby
I'll be rockin' you baby
I'm on top of you baby
And Imma stay on top of you baby, ha, ha, ha
Cities, streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you'll get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble... trouble
Yeah, yeah, C three, yeah
New Orleans baby, a street called Eagle
And everybody's ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we steal people
We eat like dogs, but we still people
And even when ya lost, trouble still see you
And even if ya dead broke, we are still equal
One time for the lil people
Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you
(I run with trouble... trouble)
Street runner we crazy with dis one
I run... with... trouble
And just the other day, my nigga Chris killed his self
I pray to God, that I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go when there's no help?
He figured Heaven, so he went left
Ya'll know that ain't right
Plus, he was high as a plane that same night
Shit, I probably been on that same flight
Shit, I probably had that same fight
I just kept swingin
Twelve rounds comin, bells ringin
(I run with trouble... trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was just a child
Mama love a drug dealer, straight quit her job
And took his life, and along with him, I died
And she died, we died
Then came my daughter, to my bed side
Told me daddy, don't cry, I'm alive
I look her in the eyes, and see me with no sins
But this is how the note ends
Ya know, let's kick it back
I can't call it
(I run with trouble... trouble)
Ya know, heheh
Yeah, yeah
The tool, it poke out the jeans
The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans
Ya nah mean? and everything ain't what it seem
Ya nah mean? and don't play that game, without your team
Kill for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my cream
I will have that red beam on hot beam
Now I hear sirens, wait I think I see one behind me
I ain't trippin baby, money got me
(I run with trouble... trouble)
And fuck the police, fuck the feds, too
I ain't jumpin in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
Too much hoarse liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much force
Too much money, never heard that before
Shit
And we stop the snitches at the door
Cut that tail off the rat, he won't rat no more
(I run with trouble... trouble)
Shit, that's right, get trapped fuck with my G's
Keep shootin, 'til I burn my sleeves
Nigga please, these boys is G's
Represent New Orleans, like a Florida leaf
Shit, what you know about it, we more than thieves
We steal from the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, niggas act up, my niggas act accordingly
Hey soldier, don't war with me
Wake a nigga up in his bed when he sleep,
Tie that nigga up from his head to his feet,
Then I light that nigga up from his head to his feet,
Put his body in the water and his head on the beach,
Light another blunt just to save me the grief,
I don't give a fuck I was made for the beef,
I don't give a fuck I'm straight from the streets,
But I'm crooked as a bitch, bitch wave to the thief,
Lie to the bad guy, hi to the good dope,
Ride wit the bad guy, try and get smoked,
Lie and you get smoked, lie for a nigga though,
Try for a nigga though, die for a nigga though
Why would a nigga go to New Orleans,
This is Katrina-land,
The president flew over, and he ain't even land
We ain't even mad, we ain't even playin'
It's duct tape season in my region and you ain't
leavin' until
We eatin', and I want my piece, and I want my peeps,
To get they piece, and they want they peeps to get they
piece,
And until then tell yo peeps no piece
I'mma beast and I feast every beat I see,
And I freak every mix CD I leak
I need to be at the t-o-p-o-f-h-i-p-h-o-p
And I'm I-n-D-a-C-u-t-W-i-t-h dem Oozies
Who me, yes me, call me Weezy West, B
Cause I'm wilder than the mothafuckin' wild west be
I'm so ready, are you ready for me,
Oh young money, young mula baby!
Break in a nigga car at the light,
Put the gun to his head make him park on the right and,
Then I tell him don't talk,
Make him get out and walk,
And then I tell my goons get right in
When you fuckin' with a nigga like me
No homo but you fuckin' with a rida
They ain't heard me when I tryda
Fuck anotha mothafucka, and them other mothafuckas
Cause can't a mothafucka fuck with a nigga
If you fuck with lil tune,
Ima let my goons just follow yo ass like twitter nigga,
We can do what you want I don't care,
Anyhow, anywhere, anytime I swear,
Ask son about a nigga, I will run up on a nigga
Wit the gun up on a nigga, now I'm one up on a nigga
I will run the clock behind the guap,
And if my leg broke I will hop,
Bitch I will hustle til I drop,
Bitch I will throw you from the top, of the world
I got myself a boston girl,
She my gypsy I'm her genie,
Ride my magic carpet girl,
Flow so sick you cough and hurl,
I'm so twisted I walk in swirls,
I'm so lifted I walk on clouds,
Please please please don't shoot me down,
Fuckin' right I put it down ,
Buy it white then cook it brown,
This is how great lookin' sound,
KY bring tha hook around.
Hollygrove U-S-A, parle vu Fran-ce
Hot as picante
I am a zombie, what more can I say,
Cause after all I.
I told ya'll I tote it,
Put a bullet in tha glock and blow that bitch,
If you know like I know you'd put money way before that
bitch
Everyone got they hand out so I drop my draws let um
hold dat dick
Ima roll that stick and Ima roll it thick
And I know im cold and when its cold as brick
And I ain't old im just 26
All in yo mouth like I'm a dentist bitch
Fuck you and yo interest bitch
We on some shoot the enterance shit
Better find the exit boy, my nina is so sexy boy
And she feelin' desperate boy, Don't make her molest ya
Pressure pressure boy, what would make you test a boy
I'm great with no effort boy, yo face will get severed
I'm breakin' yo level boy, I'm takin yo medal boy
Featuring: Robin Thicke
We are at war with the universe, the sky is fallin'
And the only thing that can save us now is sensitivity and compassion
But I know one thing's for sure
I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down
Yeah, some say tragedy is hard to get over
But sometime that tragedy means it's over, soulja
From the academy league of rollers
I deny bein' down, though they seem to hold us
My shoulders are strong, I prove them wrong
I ain't doin' nothin' but movin' on, let the truth be known
But they talk that freedom matters
And didn't even leave a ladder, damn
I work at the corner store, we all got problems, problems
No one's gon' fly that low, no one's gon' save us now
How you feel? You're not alone, we're all just jealous, jealous
We don't reach the sky no more, we just can't overcome, no
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I supposed to see?
What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?
I knock on the door, hope isn't home
Fate's not around, the luck's all gone
Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right
And I'ma tell you what's life
And did you know I lost everythin'? But I ain't the only one
First came the hurricane then the mornin' sun
Excuse me, if I'm on one
And don't trip if I light one, I walk a tight one
They try to tell me keep my eyes open
My whole city under water, some people still floatin'
And they wonder why black people still votin'
'Cause your president's still chokin'
Take away the football team, the basketball team
Now, all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit
No governor, no help from the mayor
Just a steady beatin' heart and a wish and a prayer, let's pray
These friends they come and go but I got family, family
These kids, so fast they grow, they learn, so quickly, oh
But there's nowhere to go, but there's future, future
They'll make this seem so low and we can't overcome, oh
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I supposed to see?
What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?
And if you come from under that water then there's fresh air
Just breathe, baby, God's got a blessin' to spare
Yes, I know the process has so much stress
But it's the progress that feels the best
'Cause I came from the projects straight to success
And you're next, so try, they can't steal your pride, it's inside
Then find it and keep on grindin'
'Cause in every dark cloud there's a silver linin', I know
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See right now we just ridin' on love and shinin' in dark
We ain't tryna do nothin', be at the heart
We need love, that's all now, that's all
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I goin' to see?
What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?
You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?
What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?
You tie my hands, what am I goin' to see?
[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's f-ck everybody
[Lil Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don't know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't give a f-ck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Chorus: x2]
Now ever since I can remember
I been poppin them bottles,
pop, poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles
now ever since I can remember
I've been smokin that dro with my motherfuckin pistol in my hand
[Lil Wayne:]
When it come to da bread I got the keys to the bakery
Them niggas out there trippin sellin keys to them agencies
My bitch keep sayin that the judge got a date for me
I tell the silly bitch and your honor that can wait for me
I'm gone in the coupe with the roof steady chasin me
Shine so hard like the fuckin sun facein me, basically
Take it how you take it, I be makin you be hatin me
Lovin me, but hatein me, hoe you got to pay for me
Ridein with them big boys, sittin on them grown folks
Every time I park it's a motherfuckin car show
I guess I'm the number 1 lakers fan
Yellow bottle, yellow bottle, purple bag, purple bag
[Chorus: x2]
Now ever since I can remember
I been poppin them bottles,
pop, poppin them bottles
Pop, poppin them bottles
now ever since I can remember
[Lil Wayne]
Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X3
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3
I aint choosin one so you can never say im choosy
Now go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the - Wait
take a pussy break X4 (Yeahh)
[Lil Wayne]
Im neptune and im up first, I smell that pussy than i give it tongue work,yep wen she comes first, second, and third,then my woody wood pecker gets a pecking at her, like ooouu she on a headstand, she on a headstand, you see the crack of her ass cause her pants sag, I think thats really sexy, I like that in ya, lemme smoke a blunt than im right back in ya. yeah put the knife back in ya, take it out than i have dinner, uhmm im nasty stop frontin and just back it.
[Chorus]
Now go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3
Ohhh she had a shotgun booty,and i love it everytime she shoot it
[Mack Maine]
Blah, bang bang bang, shes in love with kisses, she got a tongue rang, now she got a pussy rang, she got a belly rang, I know its a BOOTYCALL everytime my celly rang, like burpp hello what you doing cutiee, bring ya ass over here and come and get my booty, oooo i will be there in a hot minute, count to 60 play with your pussy and get ya ivy in ya, you going ova there, shit why not dawgg, ima put my weiner in her buns since she got me hot dawgg, she said i never gave head before im just a beginner, well todays its dick for breakfast and dick for dinner, she got titties like elmiar and dolly parton, and she lick lick lick my chocolate lollipop, and she backed it up like burp burp and she threw that ass back like jerk jerk forreal
Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3
Ohhh she had a shotgun booty, and im the target everytime she shoot me,
and i'll be the bullseye, watch how i make the bull cry, watch how fast the bull die, all because the bull got mad because i fucked his cow, i had a shotgun booty going pow pow, i had the refree hollaing out stop the fight, 2 round knockout than i goin fuck rockys wife, haha
[Lil Wayne]
beat that pussy till it bleed like apollo creed X3
im in the garden with eve give her my flower seed, i got a big bag of that fungus in my dungarees,my blunt humongous and if ur a mungas ull get no disease, girl i will tongue ya but the tongue right above your knees, im not a begger but pa pa pa pleasee
Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4
I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the money
Now get back to the - Wait
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till it's aching
Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman
Man, gangsta's don't die, gangsta's go to Vegas
We don't need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
Muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking April
I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
That's so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy
I'm a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy
Spill the champagne on them p-ssies
Yeah, same shit different rest room
Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room
Now they saying "just me Tune!"
[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
Bitch dog muthaf-cker, you's a Pomeranian
They say f-ck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
In my momma name... guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I'm smoked out, I'm by myself
Bithc, I'm a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It's Young Money or it's take money
Long hair don't care, call me jake sully
Pay me or pay for me
I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
Momma pray for me
Goons spray for me
I have em bring me your head on a tray for me
Cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga I'm at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar
Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour
Real n-gga repertoire
Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
Reportin' live from the top of the food chain
We eatin man, now what my name?
Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man
[Hook]
[Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda, double G, it's all the same
The game aint never been the same since the Carter came
And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga
And I don't spit no more I drool like a retarded man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Don't you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I'm sorry man
Young n-gga with old school, game like an Atari man
That's your ho callin' man
I'm Gudda Gudda bitch, that's what they call me man
Yeah... hard body (hard body)
Carter carter Carter yeah
Lets go
Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide
Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombing
'Til they getting out the game it's like coming out of a coma
I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
And the beat keep crying and I'mma keep beating her
Fee I'm fucking her I'm deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up
I made enough I ain't meant shit
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushing in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II tell me how is you gon' stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)
I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)
I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya
I ain't going nowhere special I won't never leave
Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeen
What the fuck you niggaz telling me?
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (fuck em!)
So how you wan' do it baby we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it
Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
I'mma ride baby 'til the judge give me a verdict yeah
Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
Cause everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah
Now I kill it the mission accomplished
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so
They don't forget it I underline it and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's crying young'n
I been through all that I done done what you saying
I put it down when the others was playing
When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter
Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah
Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplying whoo! yeah
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite
Fork in the road I'm always going right
Nowadays knowing life ain't no more road lights
We can't see but we gon' make it to the finish line
It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just
So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit
And I ain't ducking cause I'm right here I'm just enough
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm stepping up
See you fucking up the money baby that ain't good business
You starting to look like a witness and this is
For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream know
Cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Trust me there's history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?)
Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch
Thats real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch
Tha Mobb
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
Cuz I'm a monsta man
I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma have to sing you this song nigga
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo
Shhh the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear!
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what eva's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like eewww!
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Yeah, Yeah, okay,
Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
N**** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it.
Okay, uhh, it's weezy baby like the last s***, a big car and a bad b****.
Uhh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked, these n***** ballin' by accident.
Uhh, keep talking make em' f*** up ya bodies and ya homies tell your mom it was an accident.
Huh, fast money I'm the fastest, I got that hustler's pass-ion.
Ya know, dem boys back at the a** end, and I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in.
Yeah, Yeah, okay,
Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it.
Okay, there's been a murder, b**** I make a killin', insurance papers in a safe, money in the ceilin'.
Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols, come through a n**** house and aim at the pillows.
Huh, yeah wake up wake up, f*****' with them boys you could wake up taped up, ya dig?
Now go on and drink that lake up, stick em' in the trunk and let em' feel that bass pump.
These n***** is nuts, man that m14 leave you physically f*****.
These n***** is ducks, and you can call me scrooge cause I'm swimmin in bucks. B****!
Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it.
Yeah, yeah, too hot, too cold, I'm-I'm red hot blue cold.
Yeah, and I could melon out your fruit bowl, all my guns black, I got true soul.
Yeah, and I call my coup a black pantha, graaaa graaa graaa, and that's the gat anthem.
And if a n**** play with family for that matter,
I'm a smoke so many n***** I'm a catch cancer,
yeah and if I step up out this benz-o, you know I'm comin' with a gun like a nintendo, they soft, them n***** fallin'
when the wind blow, when I'm rollin' up my window.
F*** 'em!
Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money.
N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talkin bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from, you gotta be about it.
No Ceilings..
O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
Bitch I'm bad,
I'm worse
I pass the purp',
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk,
I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
OK I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on yo' ass, like dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga
What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Whole court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Old dickless nigga
Man im runnin' with the blucka
Young Money muthafucka
You think we won't do our thang..
Well ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I hold ya head
And Mack hold ya head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
Until my bloods, cold red
Man you know how we play it
And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay it
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't promised tomorrow
Not when they kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra
Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara
Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards
Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours
And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like im thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
In the Porche 911 like emergency calls
Man i just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two logs
Young Moula we the new shit and new draws
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking witcha
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Red bone do me good, then her friend or sista
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or sister
I leave that pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista
Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe
Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly Grove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go
Take a nigga gale and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and search
I smash this verse, so I swag and surf
No Ceilings
I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
(That's all I can do, mama)
The love I'm sending ain't making it through to your heart
(I hope you hear me)
Pain, since I've lost you, I'm lost too
Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horse shoe
Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through
God knows that I'd do anything for a part two
Or to be prayin' for the day you come back to me
Sayin' that you forgive me
Give me another chance, I'm needin' it like a kidney
I don't wanna advance, give me back her hands
Give me back her touch, I don't ask for much but I fucked up
I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up but everybody fuck up
Now this other nigga lucked up
Tellin', me and my clique don't give a fuck
'Cause, um, we from New Orleans, she was from Georgia
She was my down chick, I was her soldier
I was her gangsta, she was my shoulder
You were the pistol to my holster
Bang!
You've been hiding, never letting it show
Always trying to keep it under control
(I see you hidin' it, mama)
You got it down and you're well on your way to the top
(Keep doin' your thing)
But there is something you forgot
You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring
I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing
I remember the love, right after the fights
You can't tell me you don't remember those nights
And if I would cry, then you would cry twice
To me you are the brightest star under sunlight
See, take away my title, take away my stripes
You give me back my girl and you give me back my life
Give me back my girl and you give me back my life
See this is just a nightmare, so I blink twice
Open up my eyes hopin' she'd be in my sight
I remember the time, I wish I could bring it back
What she mean to me, is what I mean to rap
(What I mean to rap)
You've been hiding
(Y'know)
Never letting it show
Always trying
(I see you hidin' it, mama)
To keep it under control
(But I know you know)
You got it down
(I know you do)
And your well on your way to the top
(But I wish you and yours
Nothin' but happiness, shawty)
But I hope you haven't forgot about me
Up in the livin' room watchin' Sports Center
You were cookin' dinner, I was such a sinner
But the Lord is a forgiver
You know they say if you pray
Then you can get your blessings ordered and delivered
And your boyfriend is not like me
Ma, you even went and got a teardrop like me
I remember we would sit at home all day
You called me 'Butta', I called you 'Babe'
My momma asked about you, my partners did too
I know your daughter will be so amazin', like you
And I know you probably wish you never met me
And I just wish you never forget me and let me say
Please don't worry 'bout the women I have been with
No engagement can amount to your friendship
And I hope that nigga know he got a queen and all I can do is dream Damn!
I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
Intro (John Legend)
(So special girl, So special)
(So special girl, So special)
(So special girl, So special)
(So special girl, So special)
Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)
Uh, boy shorts, wife beater
Now let me see it, I'm a sightseer
She was sleeping on me, but she's a light sleeper
I make her cum first, then I follow the leader
I talk shit, I hope it matters
We climax, without the ladder
Can't desert the future, no Nevada
Her body is a weapon, ratatat her
I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel
And when we finish, I swear that pussy said, "thank you"
I said, "Your Very Welcome". I'm so well mannered
And I go down south, Louisiana
Hook (John Legend)
Baby won't you spend the night
Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side
(So special girl, So special)
(So special girl, So special)
And if you promise me tonight, Yeah
Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl
(So special girl, So special)
(So special girl, So special)
Verse 2 (Lil Wayne)
Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back
And if she kick it off, I'mma run it back
And then she say my name, like I forgot it
She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt
Love be the pilot, but it's kamikaze
Yeah, Body language, girl let's talk about it
Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast
Open her up like a book, read it and weep
Hook (John Legend)
Baby won't you spend the night
Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side
(So special girl, So special)
(So special girl, So special)
And if you promise me tonight, Yeah
Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl
(So special girl, So special)
(So special girl, So special)
Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)
Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E
You know them other niggas ain't me
Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya
Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya
I, put it together, common denominator
I tear it up like loose leaf paper
I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge
I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse
See we don't even fuck no more, we make love
And now she's on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds
Cause she my honey bee, buzz buzz
And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug
Hook (John Legend)
Baby won't you spend the night
Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side
Yeah, Yeah
And if you promise me tonight, Yeah
Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl
(So special y'all, So special)
(Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya)
[Kesha - Intro]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
[Wiz Khalifa]
Okay I'm young and I'm tatted
I get them bucks like an addict
In this Christian Dior, I spend so much on my fabric
I got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it
And she in love with my stick, she say I work it like magic
Okay no need to panic, I'm on a beach where the sand is
Somewhere smokin' on medication, no I wont need a bandage
Some would look at my age and try to say I'm young and I'm handsome
I say I'm filthy f-cking rich, so I'm an old dirty bastard
And my cribs a disaster and my kush is the master
I was in my yellow car but my Ferrari go faster
Sounding like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers
On the remix with Kesha, bout to go see the cashier
On the grind so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it
I look down and see a hundred thou' and think its time to get it
Brought a lot of marijauna and I'm here to share it
No it's not a problem, better get it, then I wont be here tomorrow momma
[Kesha] x2
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
[Andre 3000]
We start out so cute in our baby pictures
That momma shot for our daddy so that HE wouldn't forget you
He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he'll remember
If not he's human, I'm human, you human, we'll forgive him
God gives him his ultimatum, can't see how momma hates him
He's such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him
I'm only 8, I'm not old enough, guess it's complicated
Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated
I only say this in cadence so it don't get negated
I was gon' save it for later but later look like maybe
This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes
Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980′s
But now that we are cool cool, she sippin' Irish Baileys
She say "Stacks, you're true blue?"
I said "Nah, I'm Navy"
I call her Kesha, she like it, because it's hood to her
She call me Andre 6000 because I'm good to her
[Kesha] x2
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
[T.I]
Hey Kesha what up boo its me
Do you know what to do wit me?
Bad bitches, I got two of me
Well you better make it two or three
Bad bitches know me so don't bother introducing me
They want me more than diamonds
Wipe me down bitch, I'm super clean
I'm hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things
Bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king
I'm ballin', royalty, knew it when I seen her
I was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner
My demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive
Bitch I bet you take it off and take it with you if I let you
I aint trippin', I'm just here, couldn't catch you when I catch you
Bitch my swagger super natural
Get you pregnant looking at you
I aint nothing like them other dudes
I'm an atom bomb, they a molecule
Still paint ballin' out the frame, stuntin' like a fool
[Kesha - Hook]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat's so fat, gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!
[Lil Wayne]
We be on that shit that no one be on
Thats what we one, smoke that neon
Kings of Leon, Dynamite Napoleon
Got some skinny's and a tee on
And some vans and my mans got the ratchet
While I'm laying in some p-ssy you be laying in a casket
And I'm just saying, I'm just spazzing
Im just smashing, Im just nasty
If you 'bout it, bust it open
Oh you fancy man, I got so many flows like mansion
Catch a tantrum, know a girl called Cleopatra
She a throw that p-ssy at ya
I'm financially straight like a lion
I aint lying
And all my hoes on they toes
Ballerina, Black Swan
Man we on Ciroc, Grey Goose
It's Weezy baby, sleazy baby
Young Mula baby!
[Kesha - Hook]
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
I don't need love looking like diamonds
[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
Ok, pop that p-ssy and shake that ass,
pop that p-ssy and shake that ass,
i say pop that p-ssy and shake that ass, I like penis all day Nigger,
pockets on he-man,
i get it if i demand,
man I do it big, to me you n-ggas wee man,
bout to go pecans, i beat it like 3 hands,
Weezy in the building you other n-ggas freelance,
i dont give a f-zzuck,
i done got my sh-t up,
I gotta do a bit, thats push ups, sit ups,
f-ck with young money b-tch n-gga get hit up,
n-gga f-ck pay even f-ck wid us,
ima eastside n-gga yeah eastside n-gga,
where the muthaf-cking beef gets deep fried n-gga,
n-gga couldnt see me with 3 eyes n-gga,
you’s a b-tch,
No U-N-I-T-Y n-gga
on the mic I’m like pac, Im like B-I n-gga,
whoever don’t agree come and see my n-gga,
I be waiting in my mansion seaside n-gga,
young muthaf-cking M-O-N-E-Y ….
[singing]
hate no, hate no
I dont wanna hate no, hate no,
but they keep pushing me, pushing me
but they keep pushing me, pushing me
I dont wanna hate nobody tonight,
I dont wanna hate nobody tonight,
but they keep pushing me, pushing me
everyday pushing me, pushing me
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
ok, Cool n Dre,
this is no ceilings,
I do this all day I got bars, no railings,
looking for a b-tch for some sexual healing,
open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon,
Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing,
Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin,
if you n-ggas fly then I must be para-sailing,
we are not the same, Im a muthaf-cking alien,
[Birdman]
Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand
uptown real n-gga b-tch landed in the sand,
back home n-gga did it for the land
for the grand with the money with the tool in my hand
high life, give a f-ck about your stripes homey,
killer kill, kill a spend your … daily homie,
turn left get your switch turned of n-gga,
turn right and get your sh-t took off n-gga,
f-ck cos we higher than we ever been,
more loaded, white doves, burning hundreds,
overseas n-gga pitching on the top floor,
high floor situation from the bottom floor,
born in the middle, shining like a diamond,
red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll n-gga,
24’s f-cking all these hoes n-gga,
high life getting money then we go n-gga,
Like father like son boy…
[Hook]
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, don't get shot
Rappin' fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter
Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)
And to the radio stations, I'm tired o' being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous, you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
I'm your, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, Shooter
Me won't surrender, me no pretender
Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y'all
I reload, every hundred yards I'm comin' forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, for, I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how
And, my reply was simply pow!
Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender)
No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
Young Moola, baby
Uh-huh. Yeah.
My lip all fucked up.
You could prolly hear it in my P's and my B's, but it's
cool, fuck it, let's go
Shoot until my motha fuckin hand fall off
You're track stars, a gunshot ran ya'll off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill ya'll, and ya'll boss
Shotguns, handguns, louder than a band drum
You fuckin with the drum major let me play you the
anthem.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, call that 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 know we play in E-V-E-R, CPR
Dr. Carter are you the D-Zeez boy?
Young Money mother fucker these deez boys
Bitches ya crazy, we's retard
Watch Nina, Mack, and Tommy have a brief Minouge like,
haha, like
Soldier Boy on the beat, but you could call me Chef
Bouyardi
Cuz I'ma heat this shit, and I'ma eat this shit
Planet Earth is my toilet, you're beneath this shit
Then I flush and wipe my ass, gun slinger like a pass
I cock back and throw a bomb, now Hail Mary
Your tale very, fairy tale, very frail
And yeah we got them hammers, tryna hit every nail
Let them sail up the river with that ho shit
Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean, yeah
I ain't on no other shit, bitch I'm on some more shit
That "Hello, how you doin?" I am at your front door
shit
That "Aw naw, he got a gun, oh shit." Shit. Shit.
Ok, it's Young Money, what you know about it?
The semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the soul
out it
And all that frontin shit, nigga I don't know about it
You can call me Master Jay bitch, I'm so bout it
Even my ho bout it, and don't doubt it
Cuz we both would be Angelina and Brad-in
Spazzing and blastin, blastin and ra-ta-tattin
And nah, I don't coook em like potatoes, I mash em
I don't give a fuck about your money or your fashion
Shots through the window of your brand new Aston
You get out, try to run out your chest where them
bullets crashin
Pine box niggas, no cruthces, no castin
No wheelchair, just a two-door long black wagon flowers
on the side and four wheels of steel
I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care
So fuck what they doin over there, I'm doin me here
You're nothin like me fuck boy don't be outlandish
We gorillas on the mix, ya'll just some Kung-Fu Pandas,
sweet like Fantas, huh
My blood is the same as Bruce Banter's, hit record on
the cameras
Mother fuck all the bullshit and antics,
They sayin he ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne,
that's a disadvantage
Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish
musically,
I direct thrillers, call me John Landers
Fuck that nigga in the red jacket nigga
It's the 5-0-4 slaughterhouse bloodbath
Lil niggas stand tall like a giraffe
One man game animal, cannibal,
I eat rappers for dinner, my nickname Hannibal
Guns for days, I show you what this cannon do
Hit you and hit ya motha fuckin man in two
I grab the chopper southpaw, that’s how I hold the toy
I aim and crank that bitch like Soldier Boy
I’m in the streets one deep, I can hold my own
And shit its only one seat and I control the throne
Look bitch, I’m on my crazy ass shit
You see the gun poking out like Shanaynay’s lips
Yeah, watch ya lips when you’re talkin
Cuz I’ll be on ya grave nigga, leakin on ya coffin
Rest in piss, when I die let me rest with clips
Featuring: DSmith
Open up your hearts people
Page 1, chapter 1, verse muthafuckin? 1
Yeah, uh huh, I'm drinkin? hot tea bitch, feel me
Yeah, if you let me, you won?t regret me
Shit, if you let me you won?t forget me, remember
And if you don't then ponder, hold up, bah bah
There?s a reminder
I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna
I sweat money and the bank is my shower
Ha ha and that pistol is my towel
Ha, so stop sweatin? me coward
And I would die for ours
Ride for hours, supply the flowers
This is history in the making
Now shut the fuck up and let me make it
Please don't shoot me down
?Cause I'm flyin?, I'm flyin?, I'm high up
Please don't shoot me down
?Cause I'm flyin?, I'm high up
I spit Alcatrez bars, I know
And D-Boys are the only alphabet boys I know
Gotta 3-80 on my waist and Rambo at home
No more bandana on my dome, bandana in my right pocket
Bitch I'm grown, fuck what you on?
Now watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne
And if I jump I?ma fly and look into the eagles eye
And see I am nothin? like you, why?
Bitch see, it gets me, how nothing gets me or get to me
And if you shootin? for the star then just shoot me
But your bullets don't reach Mars
Pause, clause because I?ma a beast, I?ma dog, I?ma getcha
My picture should be in the dictionary
Next to the definition of definition
Because repetition is the father of learnin?
And son I know you barrel burnin? but
Please don't shoot me down
?Cause I'm flyin?, I'm flyin?, I'm high up
Please don't me down
?Cause I'm flyin?, I'm high up
Hey, I?ma talk to my daddy
Pappa, I did it to ?em, I?ma bastard
And I?ma do it again like nigga backwards
These niggas backwards but they behind us
Now watch me get high like dimes up
Now D bring the drums back
And watch me hit ?em where there lungs sat like dat
I get respect ?cause if I don't I?ma take it
I see your boys hatin? and I see your girls naked
Drum sound like a naked gun, I switch clips with my thumb
Then I pop another clip in and aim at his vision
'Cause Wayne is his vision, ?cause Wayne is the mission
I'm aimin' at a mirror
Please don't shoot me down
?Cause I'm flyin, I'm flyin, I'm high up
Please don't me down
?Cause I'm flyin?, I'm high up
Please don?t shoot me down
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Cause I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see.
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me cause I got it all Bitch tell me what you don’t see
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin’ in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Cause I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don’t see.
I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Got the ? in the ? to undress her
My guitar strap is leather
My life is better than ever
I got women all up in my condo
And my drug dealer comes pronto.
Got a registered pistol in my console
So, so, don’t try me now
All i have in this world
All i have in this world (what up blood)
They know where carter at straight off the launching
Marching on the moon muthafucka i been to mars and smak
Cleaner than laundry mats
Jumping in something from other countries companies
junkie you cannot order that
I flew that into the water back order
Go to iraq and get a car with gas
And tell them crackas war with that
All i need is an automatic tick tick boom
Im a goon i go zoom
Smell the fumes from the vrooms
Young toon in the room gimme room
All you doomed i am soon
To get all my chips and da blooms
I would never be another groom
Unless i assume the bitch aint givin up the womb
To him and whom
M.o.b. let me boom let me boom
I pop early like firecrackers in the last week of june
Im gettin my lunch like noon i gotta eat
Scarface with diamond teeth (hah)
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
Nobody knew my name they only knew my face
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
Nobody knew my name they only knew my face
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
(laaaawd)
Protect me from my friends i can take care of my
enemies
I come from where the niggas just kill to save energy
Sorry world but my mommy drop me where the clinic be
So if you tried to mimic me youd probly catch some sick
disease
6 degrees leanin on that pro methathathathazene
Im a centipede these men move at women speed
Im bout my spinach chesse dough chedda feddi gwop money
moolah mozarella excetera excetera
Fuck competitors fuck these rappers fuck these editors
Fuck the head of the state fuck the gates surrounding
the prisoners
These muthafuckas the pray im the predator see me
dreadlock
Tough as bam bam from bedrock
Im tied to the game like wedlock
Say hello red dot say good bye life and say hello satan
A devil in the flesh a rebel at its best
uh um
my name is weezy
i'm almost perfect
and i work harder than hard workin
bizzare circus
that where my bars service
therefore i act a clown
even when i'm layin on my back i'm never backen down
so understand me
i got a condo in miami
and my doormat is always sandy
and i run louisiana
but i've never pulled a hammy
and i got a condo in atlanta
and i always wear a bandana
and when it comes down to stuntin on you boys
i'm just buntin
and i'm swingin for the fence
your girl hangin from my d**k
your girl singin to my s**t like
ha la la lalipop
she say i get that p***y when i didn't open a sunday shop
she say i beat that p***y better come on go low just hold this
text me when you want some mo d**k mo d**k
old b***h young b***h
but i be like damn all i got is one d**k
Chorus x2
i've got to be unstoppable
[The Game]
Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit
[Punk Ass Motherfucker]
Don’t shoot!
Don’t shoot!
*gun shot*
[The Game]
Fuck You Nigga!
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them
So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin’ the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)
And I’m grindin’ 'til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ 'til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton...
Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
[Intro]
Tunechi, Drama, same time
Can only be Dedication
Turn the music up in my headphones
[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm wildin' out on my skateboard, she ridin' dick like race cars
My blunt longer than Spaceballs, I'm gettin' higher than quasars
I beg your pardon, I egg your noggin, got Nin up in my glove compartment
I'm so short, yellow bus retarded, my flow hard and these niggas coughin'
I'm Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis
I make that bitch cum 'til she come to a conclusion
I'm illest, an illusion, I got B's like a student
Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic
The loser microphone abuser
Feet hurtin I just walked from Jerusalem
So you should get on the side with the movement
I'm the proofs and I'll die just to prove it
Whatcha wanna know? Anything whatever.
I can't tell ya
I can show ya better
Me and my gun, we took an oath together
Said I will never die, if we both together
Yeah, this is my testification
I'm Wayne on their hands like presipatation
And in hell you, you need justification
But, but for me it was just a vacation
Somebody tell me when's it gonna end
Where's it gonna end up
Runnin
Run it all
When's it gonna end
Where's it gonna end up
Runnin
Run it all
I lost all my money
I lost half my mind
Can't find my direction
Where's the finish line
Could I be far away from it all
How far it gone
If I can stay for it all
Then I shouldn't fall.
But if I fall I fall up
And let the clouds hug me
And if I fall down
I bet I hit the ground runnin
Bet you search and found nothing
Looking for the finish line
Stop short cuttin
You fucking up your finish time
Shit, but every twice in a while
It feels like I'm runnin
And life is the miles
Yeah, but until the lights dimmin down
I'll be runnin around
Runnin
(Oh, will you tell...)
Somebody tell me when's it gonna end
Where's it gonna end up
Runnin
Run it all
When's it gonna end
Where's it gonna end up
Runnin
Run it all
Counting all my pennies but it doesn't add up
At the mercy but somehow it ain't enough
Reading all the red lights trying not to give up
But I don't know how long it's gonna last all
It's almost over now
I say it's almost over now
The end is gettin closer now
Better do what you suppose to cause
The world is all so short...
Somebody tell me when's it gonna end
Where's it gonna end up
Runnin
Run it all
When's it gonna end
Where's it gonna end up
Runnin
Run it all
When's it gonna end
Where's it gonna end
Runnin
Run it all
Yeah I'm runnin outta time
I'm runnin out of space
Fell like I'm runnin round
But I'm runnin in place
We all in the race
I'm just another sprinter
If there's no finish line
[Lil wayne}
The loser microphone abuser,
Feet hurt i just walked from Jerusalem.
So you should get on the side with the movement,
Im the proof and ill die just to prove it.
Whatchu wanna know anything and whatever,
I cant tell you i can show you better.
Me,me an my gun we took an oath together,
Said i would never die if we both together.
Uhh, this is my testification,
Imma Wayne on they heads like precipitation.
And in hell you,you need justification,
But,but for me it was just a vacation.
Chorus
Somebody tell me whens it gonna end,whens it gonna end
Ohhh Im runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,ohh
Whens it gonna end,whens it gonna end
Ohhh Im runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin, ohh
[Shanell]
I lost all my money,
I lost half my mind,
Cant find my direction wheres the finish line,
Could I be this far away from it all
Im starting to ball,
If i could stand for it all,then i shouldn't fall
[Lil Wayne]
But if i fall, i fall up
And let the clouds hug me,
And if i fall down i bet ill hit the ground runnin
Bet you search and found nothing,
Looking for the finish line
Stop short cuttin you fucken up your finish time
Shit,but every twice in a while it feels like im runnin
an life is the miles
Yeah, but until the lights are dimming down ill be
runnin round, runnin
[Shanell]
ohhh,ohhhh will you tell me
Chorus
Somebody tell me whens it gonna end,whens it gonna end
Ohhh Im runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin ohh
Whens it gonna end,whens it gonna end
Ohhh Im runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin ohh
[Shanell]
Counting on my parents but it doesnt let up,
At the mercy of it but it aint enough
Reading all the red lights trying not to give up
I dont know how long its gonna last ohh
[Lil Wayne]
Its almost over now,i said its almost over now
The end is ettin closer now better do what you suppose
to do cuz the world is almost over now
Chorus
Somebody tell me whens it gonna end,whens it gonna end
Ohhh Im runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin ohh
Whens it gonna end,whens it gonna end
Ohhh Im runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin,runnin ohh
[Shanell]
Whens it gonna end,whens it gonna end
runnin,runnin ohhh
[Lil Wayne]
Im runnin out of time,im runnin out of space feel like.
Im runnin round but im runnin in place,
We all in the race,im just another sprinter.
No Celiing, yeah, heheehaa
I'ma run this town tonight alright now
Nigga we are. So ready for the war.
C-A-R-T-E-R put the beat in ER.
I'm colder than BR
Add another 3 R's
Watch me like D-V-D-V-C-R
Pump to your chest I ain't talking CPR
Riding this track like a
Muthafucking street car.
New Orleans coroner.
His name is Frank Minyare.
Fuck with me wrong. You'll
Be waking up in his yard.
Man I go crazy on this beat I go nimrod
Man I act a ass.
Treat the beat like a
Hemorrhoid
Man I go to work on the beat.
Call it employ.
Man I kicks it.
Bitch get your shin guard.
Uh. Young Money run this towns.
Countries.
I still eat rappers. Hmm. Scrumptious.
My goons tote thumpers.
They pump 'em like krumpers.
Anybody beat.
I'm gon' go Archie Bonkers
Tunchie beat a Wallis.
Let's run the metropolis.
I pop like lollies.
You drop like eyelids.
The money keep calling.
I hear da shit dialing.
And they say money talks you hear my
Shit hollerin'
You softer than nalin. Oops I meant
Nylon
Perfection is the goal. And I'm heading to
The pylon.
Crown fit me good.
I ain't even got ta try on.
My pistol mean business.
That bitch should have a tie on
Teety told me do this shit so I had to do
This shit.
I get super hero money. Call a nigga
Super rich.
Keep it super far. Wide lemme get on
My super shit.
Super ill. Super sick.
Dog. I go super Vick.
Ran into a super women. Turned into a
Super bitch hit her with that super dick. She
Be coming super quick
Super Millz. Mack. Tyga.
Streets. Nelly. Super Nick.
Super Drizzy. Gudda, Chuckie
Twist thats the super click.
Now I'm off that super shit.
Fuck that shit I super quit
Running circles 'round da game like
A hula hoop an'shit.
Your gon' have to nuke this shit.
Dere won't be a duplicate.
And my blunts be super thick.
I'm higher than a super kick.
I'm the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit
When I leave the booth. They gotta
Scoop this shit.
My apologiess. Diabolically.
I'm the prodigy.
Do you roger me?
I look in the flames and see the
Hotter me.
But how come I'm still colder than Commonly?
Yeah we run this town,
Like a lot of feet,
Young Moula Baby,
I'm proud of me
Okk look I am legacy right I know from the back that's a little gay brahh but that's the way it is buut fkk it that's the way it is cuzzz -more comming soon-
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA, but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind, put you on front line and you will die, die, the American way
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
So I woke up at the crack of dawn, a lot going through my mind while I stretch and yawn
Its a love-hate thing, but my heart is torn, man, let me just speak about whats going on
Hey, Dear Mr. President, why you got our troops in the war and they fighting over shit thats irrelevant
While the crime rates spread like an infection, Im trying to duck jail and a lethal injection
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, lip injection, lethal injection
Breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction
Breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, crime rate, lip injection, lethal injection
Lip injection, lethal injection, breast reduction, police corruption
Your assumption, economical destruction, breast reduction
Police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction
[Lil Wayne Scream]
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
What is your fucking problem, Im from the fucking bottom
I got a bunch of problems, and cant nothing solve them
My room is full of demons, I aint afraid of them
I hear them witches screaming, I raise a blade to them
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, lip injection, lethal injection, lip injection
Lethal injection, your assumption, economical destruction, breast reduction, police corruption
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, crime rate, lip injection, lethal injection
Lip injection, lethal injection, breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption
Economical destruction, breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA, but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind, put you on front line and you will die, die, the American way
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Question, what the fuck is you go do, when that new world come for you
When that new world come for you, revolution is never the solution
Prostitution, drug distribution, war contribution, all for the love of the constitution
Yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda]
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, lip injection, lethal injection
While the crime rates spread like an infection, Im trying to duck jail and a lethal injection
Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, crime rate, lip injection, lethal injection
Lip injection, lethal injection, breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
you let me win, you let me ride
you let me rock, you let me slide
and when they lookin, you let me hide
defend my honor, protect my pride
the good advice, i always hated but lookin' back, it made me greater
you always told me, forget the haters, jus' get my money, jus get my weight up
know when im lien, know when im cryin', its like you got it, down to a science
why am i tryin, know you aint buyin
i try to fight it, back with defying
you make me laugh, you make me horse, from yellin at you and gettin at you
pickin up dishes, throwin them at you
why are you speakin, when no one asked you
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
what are we doing, could you see thru me
cause you say nicki and i say who me
and you say no you and i say screw you
then you start dressin and you start leavin
and i start cryin and i start screamin
the heavy breathin but whats the reason
always get the reaction
you one that im actually frontin
im askin you somethin yo
answer this question
class is in session
tired of letting
passive aggression
control my mind
capture my soul
ok youre right jus let it go
ok you got it , its in the can
before i played it you knew my hand
you can turn a freak on to a cold
nigga got the peep hole to my soul
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
YO !
wont you jus stop lookin through me cus' i cant take it
no i cant take it
you see right thru me
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you do that shit
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
you see right thru me
you see right thru me baby
you see right thru me
you see right thru me
how do you
how do you
how do you
how do you
Right Above It Lyrics
Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Drake)
EP: I Am Not A Human Being
Year: 2010
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only
heaven’s right above it
We onnn, cause we onnnnn
[Verse 1 - Drake]
Who else really tryna fuck with
Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley G bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood
shows
And I wanna tell you something that you
prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
flow
And uhhhh, my real friends never hearin’
from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on
the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get
shit confused
I got a small circle, I’m not with different
crews
We walk the same path, but got on
different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got
different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don’t like my women single, I like my
chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to
roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches
find a pole
Plus I been sippin’ so this shit is movin’
kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s
time to go
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only
heaven’s right above it
We onnn
It’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it
motherfucker
Alright
Now somebody show some money in
this bitch
And I got my B’s with me like some
honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back because I shoot
first
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I’m in the building, you just on the
list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X
Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex
change
And I smoke ’til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my game like
Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna
possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the
fuckin’ plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in
advance, Amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the
sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can’t see me, but never
overlook me
I’m on a paper trail, it ain’t no tellin’
where it took me
Yeah, and I ain’t a killer but don’t push
meeeee
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only
heaven’s right above it
We onnn
It’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it
motherfucker
Alright
Now somebody show some money in
this bitch
And I got my B’s with me like some
honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back because I shoot
first
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Uhh, how do he say what’s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch
look better red
Limpin’ off tour cause I made more off
my second leg
Motherfuckin’ Birdman Junior, eleventh
grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a
quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
apartments
Uh, no-now c’mon be my blood donor
Flow so nice, you ain’t gotta put a rug on
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin’ beat jumpin’ like a
jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and
have a heart attack
Hip Hop I’m the heart of that, nigga
nothin’ short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only
heaven’s right above it
We onnn
It’s Young Money motherfucker
If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it
motherfucker
Alright
Now somebody show some money in
this bitch (yeah)
And I got my B’s with me like some
honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo Woo)
And I got my gun in my boo purse (5
Star)
And I don’t bust back because I shoot
first (yeahh, alright)
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
Yeahh
We onnn
AH HAA
WHO WEE
Young Weezy Baby
Awwoooo
I won't deny it
I'm a xxxxxxx rider
You don't want to xxxx with me
But I bet she gon want to xxxx with me
Cause who wouldnt want to xxxx with me
Now I can't tell you xxxx bout the next man
But he ain't got nothin on me
So baby you should bury him
And just marry me, just marry me
Okay I'm lookin for a REDBONE
And when I get her I'm goin
Tap it like a Fed Phone
And shawty talk about her man
She said tired of him
I said well baby I'm gonna have you
Tryin to hide from him
And if it's weezy
Then the women want to lie to him
And I'm gon give it to EM'
Mama said give it to EM'
So I'm gon give it to her
Just the way she want it
I said girl
I'm tryin to put my name on it
I'm tryin to own it
Welcome to my ranch and
I'm gon act a donkey
From the mornin till the night
Till the mornin
And if you back it up
Then I'm gon jump on it
I said I won't deny her
Shawty is a ryder
And she gon ride for me
I said she lookin
Like my bride to be
Take one knee
Let me take one knee
And I said baby will you marry me
We'll live ever after happily
Just the way it's supposed to be
Just you and me, just you and me
Yeah shawty said she want a ryder
And I could be that it much
More like a provider
I can provide her
And if you lookin for me
I'm prolly inside her
You only like her
I'm tryin to wife her
See I'm a lighter
And shes my firre
See we are tighter
Than grip pliers
She gets me higher
Higher than my purp
Shawty so bright when you
Look at her make your eyes hurt
Better get a visor
Oh yeah she cold
Yeah she cooler than an ice burg
Fuck what you might heard
You only like her
I'm tryin to wife her
I said I won't deny her
Shawty is a ryder
And she gon ride for me
I said she lookin
Like my bride to be
Take one knee
Let me take one knee
And I said baby will you marry me
We'll live ever after happily
Just the way it's supposed to be
[Game - Verse 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga don’t ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95′s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man ‘Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin’ switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judah’s eyes
Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide”
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on ‘em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
It’s Red Nation!!!
[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[Game - Verse 2]
N-ggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur’s halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I’m spendin’ Euro’s
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I’m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin’ stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degree’s on Christmas
N-gga we rollin’ cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-lingual
Ball by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God
[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
[Game - Verse 3]
Russia got a Red Flag
US got Red Stripes
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
Louieville slugger, you’ll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club saggin’ with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin’ on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my n-gga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin’ ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED
[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Sleeping at the top, nightmares on bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in in the same picture but we all got different poses
I'm looking in my rearview, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, but I get rear ended
PAUSE! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say you don't know what you're doing till you stop
doing it
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like I'll see when I find
tomorrow
Young Money CMR, Blood like a scar
I am not a human being Uhh,
p-ssy for lunch
pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah,
kush and the blunts
I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playin
they better replay 'em giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland
together we stand and fall on y'all
ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball
these days aint sh-t Young Money is
I got mars bars three musketeers
come through coupe same colour as veneers
and you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers! (reason he's in jail)
yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
and y'all's a bunch a squares like a muthaf-cking grid
sh-t f-ck with me and get hit
I finger f-ck the nina make the b-tch have kids
just do it my n-gga I just did
name a muthaf-cker deeper than me b-tch dead
ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream f-ck it whoever it is
[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I'm not racin'
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
[Verse 2]
Uhh, rockstar baby
now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich n-gga lookin at the cops all crazy
its the mob sh-t n-gga Martin Scorsese
heater close range, cuz people are strange
but i bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned
you cant see weezy nor wayne
im in the far lane, im running this sh-t - hundred yard gain
uhhh, swag on infinity
im killing em, see the white flag from the enemy
shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
father forgive me for my brash delivery
I will try you, I wouldnt lie you
I must be sticky cuz them bitches got they eyes glued
young money baby we the sh-t like fly food
yall cant see us - like the bride shoes.
I stand tall like a muthafuckin 9'2
I scream motherf-ck you and whoever design you
and if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to
and we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you.
[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I'm not racin'
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
[Verse 3]
Re-Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl
Ness go the weed thicker than a southern girl
strong arm rap like a n-gga did a hundred curls
rock star biatch, check out how we rock
and if this aint hip hop...it must be knee hop
im higher than a tree top
she lick my lo-llipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop
spitting that he rock im smooth not Pete Rock
and my money on etcetera - 3 dots
still get a stomach ache every time i see cops
you better run mothaf-cka, cuz we not
you better run till your feet stop
you aint even on a f-cking alphabet in my tea pot
colder than a ski shop
holding on to THE top, and even if i let go i still wont G-rock
[Chorus]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I'm not racin'
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
Yeahhh...
I got the 24 inches sittin on them Joe buttons,
And the trunks straight jumpin,
BITCH! I can't hear nuthin'
Though I might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's,
And in the Lambroghini I do doughnuts like Dunkin's.
How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck em',
But I just feed em' drugs and just watch em' fuck each otha,
My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was anotha,
It make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle,
I'm a beast I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle,
Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle,
Baby girl gettin' straight dick, no cuddle,
You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle,
I'mma put some D's on that bitch!
And these hoe's starting to get like flea's on my shit,
Have you seen the who nina she's on my hip,
Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on em' grits,
You nigga's ain't ballin',
Real talk, you nigga's can't guard me,
Two nigga's can't guard me,
You lookin' at Jordan,
From the side like Spike at the Garden,
I got that hardest bars, call me the warden,
Excuse me pardon, I break a bitch down like Tanya Harding,
Bitch I'm cold not dude off Martin,
Pockets just fat like the Clumps and Norbit,
Bitch I'm fly like a magic carpet,
And bitch I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit,
See I'mma take it and gon' bring it back to New Orleans,
And bitch I'mma shine in the land of darkness,
In which I'mma grind til my stacks is tall as,
A wall is,
And I'm high, don't wanna know how deep the fall is,
No I can't come down,
And every time I send my girl outta town,
I put some D's on that bitch!
I'm a certified gangster,
Hater's make me nauseous, so money make me anxious,
Listen how my words are poetic like Langston,
Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston,
But I come from Hollygrove, 17 danger zone,
So many c note's I could sing a song,
T-top coupe, lookin' like a thong,
Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong,
I don't want be right if gettin high is wrong,
My eyes so low I look like I'm from Hong Kong,
Boy I got more green than a bitch of Don Juan,
Haha
Ok, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro; Methazine fiend,
Make the homies say Hoe, and make all the girlies scream,
I am a vegetarian man I only eat beats,
Wear a lot of carrots and I smoke the best green,
No beef, in my grocery bag,
Just some Swisher's and a whole bunch of cans of Whoop Ass,
I'm strapped like a bookbag,
So any one of ya'll can come on and get a foot tagged,
Eat all day,
Ride all night,
Sleep no way,
Sleep when I lay,
Six feet deep,
And until that day,
I'mma be livin' like it is that day.
I keep holdin' on,
I said bitch I been hot,
Bitch the stove been on,
If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone,
Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on,
Some cool shorts in my Corvezone,
Lookin' slicker than the lane that you bowlin' on,
If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told ya wrong,
Bitch I'm bubblin' like soda foam,
In a styrofoam,
CUP,
You know what's in my styrofoam,
What,
S-Y-R-UP,
That's my car, yep vroooom...
When you look into the mirror in the morning do you recognize who you see
When I look into the mirror in the morning I don’t see anything
What happens when the sun don’t rise and the birdies don’t wana sing
And even the flowers of the day die and then they stink
and then they shrink
And even the friend of mine says the shrink might work
and I was thinking bout clearing my mind but im afraid it might hurt
And just when it seem that I got the hole world at my door
The bell ring and I open up with a bang
Im ready for the world im ready for you girl
Im ready for the world im ready for you girl
Im ready for whatever for now and forever
Im ready for whatever for now and forever
Im ready for the worlld the the the world
Im ready for the worlld the the the world
Way til they gget a load of me
Sicotic my pilot left the air craft
Good weed like im smoking on some tear gas
How ya want I can specify mother fucker
Snearker sceintist I second high the mother fucker
Pissed off no more like shittin on
Get it good bitch I get til the getting gone
3 wrods bitches it is on
Big dawg are the kittens home
Opening
Hmm yall aint ready tho I get so much green they call me lil ready go
Is you ready 4 5 and the the leather coat and shoot these mother fuckers and whoever cope
Somebody better let em know I ended the banana clip in and in your cantaloupe
Fruity niggers suck a dick fuck the wrodl id rather fuck a bitch
Starin at the walls of the room figurin out how to get out
And theres no window to escape your mental drought
You think about the crossroads than the man that's conducting the train
[talking: Drake]
Yea...
It's Drizzy Baby.
You Already Kno Wat It Is
It's The First... I'm High... It's The 1st Time I'm Smoked In 3months
I'm Sorry Momma, I Had To Do It To Em
40 I See You... O I See Ya Homie
I Stayed Late Tonight Right... U Kno Wat Happen When I Stay Late
Yea... Boi Wonda... I Swear It's Like This Every Single Time
Toronto I Got Chu... I Got Us
[Verse 1:]
I'm a Hard Guy To Get Along With
Get On The Song With
When Shit Be Goin Right
Well I Jus Flip It To The Wrong Shit
The Team That I Belong To... The Artist I Put On With
Don't Ever Ask For Nothin'
'Cause Them Niggahs Got They Own Shit
Me & Weezy Like A Mouth Full Of Hot Peppers
Black Ferrari with Da Red Seats I Call It Playin Checkers
I'm Never Doin Verses I'm Forever Givin Lectures
If You Tryna Meet with Money I'll Be Happy To Connect Ya
Life Is Betta Than It's Ever Been
Scheduling Million Dollar Meetings with The President
Someone Cut The Lights On... Where Is Thomas Edison
Gotta New Condo... Watch Me As I Settle In
I Deserve A MTV Show For Me & My Ppl
And If You Tryna Zone I Gotta Who Swisher-Sweet Full
Rappers All Liars And They Women Are Deceitful.
Adding Till The Subtract Me, I'll Never Be An Equal
Last Place Drizzy Is The Nigga In The Lead Now
Weezy Told Me Jus Write Every Single Thing You Need Down
Then He Got It For Me And I'm Happy As Can Be Now
Bout To Start Ballin Like I'm Commin Off Of Rebound
Yea... And I Should Have The Most Bragging Rights
Because A Nigga Spit Crack... Bag It Tight
I Hate When Rappers Sey Dey Tryna To Get The Swagger Right
Cause I Den Came With More Fire Then A Dragon Fight
Fuck You Pussy Ass Hater You Should Do You
You Ain't Heard Of Me Then You Should Go And Get A Blue's Clue
Oops I Mean A Red Clue... Wayne's Here... Suewoo
Bet He Felt That Like The End Of A Pool Cube
But I Ain't Bangin I Ain't Waving No Flag
I'm ATF But They Ain't Seeing No Badge
It's Heartbreak Drake I Hate To See Em So Sad
I Can Son You, See A Little Me In Yo Dad
I'm The Same Yellow Boy That Used To Play Up On Degrassi
Can Pocket 20, 000 To Be Anywhere They Ask Me
Cash Like Johnny... Banks Like Ashely
Burning Like A Candlelight... Stupid Hoe Ash Me
But Don't Ask Me Shit About Me
And No The Game Really Ain't Shit Witout Me
She Might Have To Pay Me But I Dick Her Down Free
Wanna Kno If It's The Truth Then Pull The Zipper Down And See
... No Homo Doe
[Lil Wayne:]
No Homo though.
Yeeeea... Ummmm
I'm Goin In.
[Verse 2:]
Drizzy I Got Us This Is My Promise
I'm a Bring That Barrel To Them Bitches Eyeliners
And& Wat I Make Up Will Fuck Up Ya Skin
I Pick The Buck Up... Then Buck-Buck Then Buck-Buck Again
I Will Butt-Fuck Ya Friend... Then Suck Up Her TwinI Put The Buck Up To Him
Then Buck-Buck, & Buck-Buck, & Buck-Buck Again
Suck Nut you Duck Fuck Ya Unloving Kin
Now Don't Rub It In Like Lubbiderm On A New Tattoo
I Had To Kick My Princess Up Out My Castle
Dad Who? Never Had That Dude
Always Had A Black Tool
Even When I Was At School Cause Bullies Arent Bullet Proof.
Red Scarf... Hoodie Too... Prolly Ain't As Hood As You
Stupid Muthafuckka The Only Thing In The Hood Is You
I Do Everything As Good As You... No! I Do Every Thing Betta
I Get Paid For Every Letter A.B.C Ect.
Fetch A Bone... Like a Dog Muthafuckka
I Am Gone For Ya Neck In A Sec Intercept
Bring It Back Like Work In The Trunk
And My Exit Is Commin Up And I Am Head To The Buck Like Buck-Buck Again
Might Fly To LA & Jus Fuck Her In
Nah Fuck Her End... Let's Gets Bucks Again
And Fuckin Spend Them Bucks Again
And Then Fuck Her In
If I Told Ya I'm a Do It I Did It
Got My City On My Fitted Bouta Pop A...
Let's Get It Let's Get It Muthafuckka Watchu Waiting On
It's Is Bout A Min Past Pissed And I'm About To Get Shitty
I'm With It If Money Is The IT
If You Want me With
And I'll Prolly Jus Spit On the Chick You Won't Be With
And I Hate A Bony Bitch Only Like I'm Only Thick
I Own Hip-Hop If You Don't Spit I'm Gon Evict
And I Jus Sold Alot Of Property To A Buyer
I Think His Name Was Kinda Like Drake Drizzy Rogers Or Drizzy Drake Rogers
I'm Too Busy To Play Father
When It Comes to The Game I'm Too Willing To Play Harder
So Harder I Go... There He Go They Chant MVP When I Shoot A Free-throw
CEO... Jaz Wat It Do?
The Haters On They Face And In They Ass There's A Shoe
Faster Than You. Badder Than You. Radder Than You, Ect
I Told Cha I Get Paid By The Letter Like A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z
Z Top Yes He Rock And Me & Drizzy Both Wrote On Detox
That Was Jus A Footnote how Long Can He Could Go?
Wondering When He Stop... BITCH When The Beat Stop
So I'm a Keep Rockin Till The Sheet Rock Bend
And The Heat I Send Burns Skin
The End.....
I can't f-ck with hoe niggas
I can't trust these hoes neither
Wake up early in the morning
Eat that p-ssy like cold pizza
Hater ass niggas be baller blocking
Acting like some goalkeepers
There's a reason for everything but
My niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with the hoe beater
All-black hoodie, I'm Grim Reaper
Look like its time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I'm knee-deep
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready
To set it off: Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split Swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump
Double barrel on that pump
This kush I got ain't no chump
Get stupid and get stomped
Two girls I call criss Kross
Kriss Kross'll make you jump
Gotta do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons — I ain't even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in twos
Gotta go, I stick it and move
G Code: I stick to the rules
Last night I got so high
I Swear to God, I went to the moon
I want that shit you can't get no where
You p-ssy boy, don't go there
If I don't do nothing, I'mma ball
No hair. Smoking on that "oh yeah"
My niggas tote that hardware
What you bout woadie?
My niggas about that warfare
Real nigga since day one
Cause I ain't promised day two
Throw that p-ssy at me
Bitch, I think I'm Babe Ruth
Drop top Maybach on the way
Yeah that's that new Landaulet
She hit me with her jungle
I'm gonna hit her with that rattle snake
Guns clap like patty cake
Blood gang red bandana face
Make them p-ssies pop theyself
You can call that "masturbate"
I don't front no fabricate
I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F Baby bitch
The F is for Fascinate
Louisiana from that swamp
I'mma pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump
F-ck you and where you from
3-2 I am the one: job well done
I ball 24/7, 3 6 5, 12 months
Put some redbone, put some caramel
Come to Wayne's World, it's a fairy tale
Yeah I'm high bitch, bitch I para-sail
Shining in this bitch, I got them bitches on my swizzagSwagger on Bruce Lee, kung fu, kickassCome through in a coupe, make that money hoola-hoopTriple OG kush, eyes low as Lucy Liu x2
Put the light on me x7 Shining in this bitch, I got them bitches on my swizzagSwagger on Bruce Lee, kung fu, kickassCome through in a coupe, make that money hoola-hoopTriple OG kush, eyes low as Lucy Liu
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/put-the-light-on-me-lyrics-lil-wayne.html ]Got them hoes going crazy like now they goin westGot that chopper in the car stashed by the arm restPut that light on me, it look right on meAnd tell them bitches they can get one night on meyea Tunechi be my name.. but you already know thatI already hit it: girl, that p-ssy throwbackWeezy f-cked the world: now how's that for romance?Weezy go Rocky, Rambo, ConanDiamond in the rough: light this muthaf-cka upLife in the fast lane: bitch, buckle upOn "my life, my life, my life, my life" shitYMCMB, get the spotlight quick
I gotta taste for you, now wat you wanna do?
Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu
Girl, you cold, girl, you cool
You heard of salt n peppa, well girl, you food
Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew
And I just stood over ma stew and just blew
And when there's no more of you in da soup
I remove ma spoon and drink your juice
If you want to do me, do what cha wanna do
If my job is to blow, you can bet she blue
Mic check 1, 2, how a bout 1, 2
P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue
But when I find out, I'm a show and tell you
When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you
When I swallow ma spit, I could still taste you
Put dat pussy in ma face every time I face you
It goes P-U-S-S-Y
Because it's da reason I am alive
Momma, I need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive, because
I'm da pussy monster, da pussy monster
Da pussy monster, da pussy monster
Girl, you gotta feed me, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Now let me get back to her
She call me Dracula, and I'll vacuum her
Catfish, dat fish, dat cat, tuna
I'll smack it up flip it like a spatula
Dat lil' puss there runnin' so I'll tackle ya
Baby, can I be the worm in ya apple butt?
Now go back in her, and if you backin' up
I'll suck the front of dat pussy from da back of ya
Now I'm a throw it on her like a black Acura
I been in dis game, I'll make da girl a act-e-russ
(Actress)
I told her act-shun
(Action)
Da camaras is lookin'
And I hope she make me eat ma word 'cause my words is
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Yeah, I'm da pussy monster, da pussy monster
Da pussy monster, da pussy monster
And you betta feed me, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussy
Show me dat pussy and I'm a show you where to put it
You no I make it rain, I'm da hurricane son
And you know I could make it rain, wat ma hurricane tang
Like lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, lala, lalala, la
Imagine if I did dat with your pearl on ma tongue, ha
I make dat pussy talk to me, I could make it jump
Ova her and walk to me
Now walk it out, girl, now walk it out, girl
P-U-S-S-Y
Because it's da reason I am alive
And I'm a need it to stay alive
It's like I gotta eat it just to survive, hi
I'm da pussy monster, da pussy monster
Da pussy monster, da pussy monster
Girl, you gotta feed me, pussy, pussy
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one
I'm ahead wit dis one
See u fuckin' wit da boys
Who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance just
That persistence with
That commitment if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
I know my vibe is tight
And I deserve da throne
And if da kid ain't right
Den let me die in his songs
See I'll be ridin' just
Ridin alone'
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move
Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord
Money iz da motivation
Facin' da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed, got da gun
Gotta run when I hear da bird call
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.
Anybody murderer
If Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of da Opera
All black, guap tent, locked in
I can let them shots out
U can't get no shots in
Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy
They call ?em Bullet Tooth
I'm like, what it do, what it do
There's a full court pressure
I'm just going for da 2
If I'm open for da 3
I'ma take it in a second
Even if there's one second
I'ma make it, it's nothin'
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin'
I take it for what it's worth
To da derf motherfucker
(Yea)
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move
Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord
I ain't neva killed nobody I promise
And I promise if u try me
He gon' have to rewind dis track
And make me go back
Dat thing a go rrrat
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in
Got me feelin' like Scarface
Light da Cohiba, streets reply
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin'
Now get ya hustle up
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move
Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move
Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord
Man, man this be that Hustler Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking y'all please, please
Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo
Vibe to it yo
It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body
We warned the place, we here
Maestro...
Young Mula Baby (Young Money)
Arite (Arite)
Yea (Wut We Is)
I Wouldn't Care If You Were A ProstitutE and
That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldnt Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl
See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatevers On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever Uh Uh..
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
Well If Ya Dont Then Ill Explain
You Can Be My Misses Wayne
We Can Do The Dam Thang..And Thangs
You See I Had To Tell My Nigga Lil Boy
I Met A Girl Like You
Cuz I Aint Never Met Another Girl Like You
But I Know Wut To Do Wit A Girl Like You
Three letters...I Do
I Wouldn't Care If You Were a Prostitute and
That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
It Wouldnt Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl
See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatevers On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful To Me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever Nahh
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
Well If Ya Dont Then Ill Explain
See I'll Give Up The Game
Now At The Top Of The Arena
Theres My Jersey Wit My Name
Wuts Happenin Baby
Wuts Happenin Baby
You Know You Need To Roll Wit A Champion Baby
And Everytime I See You I Get Asmtha Baby Like...
Thats Ma Baby Yea
I Wouldn't Care If You Were A Prostitute
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldnt Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe
See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatevers On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever Damm
Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea
(Dam Lyk Foreal Tho Babygirl
You Aint Gotta Keep No Secrets
Its Me And You Gotta Keep It Real)
Ya Boy
(Yo Pussy Is Like A Drug To Me
Ya I Be Feeinin
fuck if i could sing
Dam If Only I Could Sing
Help Me Out Lil Bru)
[Talk:]
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe Dont You Know
I Love It Babe I Really Did
I Love It Babe Like Young Jeezy
I Love It Babe Ye
I Love It Babe [x3]
I Wouldn't Care If You Was A Prostitute
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew
See It Wouldnt Make A Difference
If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe
See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me
As Long As You Keep It Real
Whatevers On Yo Mind
Speak On How You Feel
Stay Truthful to me
And Never Lie To Me
And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets
No Matter Wutever
See They Could Say Wut They Want Girl
But It Would Never Change My Views
Cuz They Will Never Know You The Way That
I Know You
You See Im Down To Spend The Rest Of My Whole Nite Wit U Girl
And If I Gotta Pay A Loan
So Be It Babe
And If Ya Friends Cant Understand Ya
You Dont Need Em Babe
Arite
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uhm Uhm Uhm
That boy so bad, that boy so (Weezy)
That boy so bad, that boy so (Weezy Baby)
That boy so bad, that boy so (Yeeaahhh!)
GET EM!
Chorus 2x
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
CLICK CLICK POW problem solved!
Verse 1:
Gun on me faithfully nina how I adore you,
How I hold you from the side when I control you,
I won't miss,
Don't slip then I get closer and I can't miss,
Stand ova him like a pianist wit no bench,
I hol' da key like Mariah when I fire,
No lip all 4 fif,
Throw clip cuthroat ni99as I know them,
Throw them somethin to wipe out ya hol shyt,
Notice me neva I'm all black,
Masked up Jason,
Part 11 I'm more scarier terror,
I look fear in the eyes like a mirror I don't fear him, (Uh Huhn)
I share 'em wit da rest of da pollbearers..BURRY HIM,
Very low I'm kerosene gasoline,
It's asinine to f*ck wit me,
Come and see,
Dat's like runnin' into a fucking' tree,
Climb up motha fukca I'll leave you hung fo weeks yea!......STUPID!
Get 'EM!
Chorus: 2x
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
He dead and gone, no mo' problems I'm da problem solva,(Yeah)
CLICK CLICK POW problem solved!
Verse 2:
I run wit ni99as consida themselves gorillas,
I feed 'em banana clips,
Head stomachs and hips,
Quit TIP quit sippin dat petron,
Dat shyt'll git you flipped like a baton,
In two arms,
Who calm I'm calm you calm,
Tick tick make a nigga drop the bomb,
Weave it (yea) I'm from Holligrove Vietnam,
Military status captain gone,
Yeah ask em' all they'll tell ya,
Ya f*ck wit da boy and they'a smell ya from anywhere,
Big BLEEZY I'm on like da mayor,
When it's beef I feel like Lil' Jon ni99a YEAH!,
Scare ya right out ya draws,
Act up and the AK 47 knock ya right out ya truck,(Get Up)
Back up turn ya lights out ya done,
5-4-3-2-1..yaself!
Dat mean GO N-E..GONE...GET EM!
Chorus: 2x
Verse 3:
Really man I don't think you ni99as should really fuck wit me,
Da gun off me urgently workin and twerkin it perfectly,
Circle da glock I'm like f*ck it I'm bustin 'em I'm cussin' 'em like fuck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em,
Work 'em til it's empty,
Get at me spit at me ya make dis a shootout ni99a,
I hit you you missed me I left and you missin dat is really good,
I waitin' I'm sittin I'm patient I'm loadin' I'm clickin I'm spittin' I'm spittin I'm spittin I'm spittin,
Till it's clickin and clickin'
Naw naw I ain't trippin I'm givin dem to da river,
Callin dem shark dinner,
They human tuna
Weezy Baby
Lex Luger
Freddy Kreuger
Do Ya..B*TCH!
Who you playin wit,
Wit dat back and forth shyt,
Ni99a I ain't sayin shyt,
B*tch I clap quick,
You ain't nuttn but a sandwich
To a man b*tch,
I leave ya lyin down in ketchup catch up! Yeeeaaahhh!
Eat you ni99as lunch..eat you niggas fo lunch...GET EM!
[Hook:]
President Carter[Verse 1:]
Sitting on the world, I got life in my hand
So these days I try to think twice when I can
Money on my mind as god as my witness
Love don't live here and it don't even visit
I do this for my uptown politicians
Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in
Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin'
Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss 'em
Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms
Told tools like mechanics, mechanism
Uh, Detrimental on any instrumental
I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals
I'm beneficial, I've been official
I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu
I like my short cake shorter
Ain't no mother fucker harder than (Carter)[Hook:]
President Carter[Verse 2:]
Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances
Your family tree, I will break branches
Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin
Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes
The future is born, put the past in the casket
If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard
Uh, appetite for disaster
I want a full plate then another plate after
Uh, yesterday just died
Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives
When shit get deep I'm never afraid to die
Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive
Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell
Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale
Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office
I changed the stars on the flag into crosses[Interlude:]
Amen
So now instead of pledge we pray
Yeah[Hook:]
President Carter[Verse 3:]
Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga
I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
Realitys a bitch and I'm a dance with her
140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground
Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge
I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused
I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while
Uh, and we all want world peace
Murder show, I give your ass good seats
Shit, I'm much more than a good speech[Outro:]
Gorillas in suits
The holy war, the spiritual troops
Fighting over the mythical truth
Drowning in the political soup
They shoot missiles and nukes
Taking out such a pivotal group
The body count is the physical proof
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp gets killed
Gangstas and pimps
Love lobsters and shrimps
Kool-Aid and chicken
Flashy things and women
All I need
Is Remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To go some for my Escalade
I'm just pimping
Baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not fool
But it and the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in this bitch hold your pictures
And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me
Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me
And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at its finest homie
Peep it
See I was born from a gangsta
Pa gave me a whip
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman I shine
22's on it?
The bitch ain't mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna
Mannie Fresh
Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Cadillac slant back cut side elbow
Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho
Flash from hard times from that coke and dope
Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp
Nigga park that Lambo
I'm a V.I.P. nigga
Pop bottles of Mo
I pray that one day I'll open a better door
Ain't no mountain high enough
To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff
And the Eastside where we pump
It's my part of New Orleans
Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans
Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe
Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho
It's big pimping over here man yeah man
If she looking for a daddy see the lil man
Weezy baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby
Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby
Slick when I spit shit right
26-inch got a deep-dish ma
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell yeah
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me
A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3
Rom pom pom pom and it went-a rom pom pom pom
Welcome to hell I let em burn
Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn
I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm
Killas hold court in the street court is ajerned
These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack
Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack
Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack
We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back
Hand gun they don't want no hand gun
Tote a shotty with a bass drum
Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come
We die rich & young
We die handsome and
Me I never ran from another man son
I take alot a shots bitch nigga and one
So throw away them glocks
I hope they prayin for ya
You hear that chop now you sayin somethin
That's that rom pom pom pom and it went-a rom pom pom pom
Murda she wrote nigga we loke
You can get smoked like brand new dope
Brand new scopes on old ass guns from brand new beef
If he play you cold you give him heat
Play that roll get in them streets
You pay that toll life ain't cheap
The streets is watchin
The streets can see what you can't see
You ain't safe you ain't free
You jus a target with teeth
Ya'll niggas don't hear me
Shoot him in the eye make the nigga see clearly
Now he only got one eye like the pyramid
Bitch I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me
They on my crash shootin down like a deer man
Down down baby goin down like airtran
Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man
Because I'm already there man
I'm sayin
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me
A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3
Rom pom pom pom and it went-a rom pom pom pom
Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's
Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers
Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers
Niggas got problems niggas got business
Niggas got children niggas got bitches
Bitches got bitches
I know bitches realer then you
Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you
Yeah nigga you ain't on shit
Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick
No he don't want that & he don't want this
I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss
You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch
Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script
Addicted to the chips commited to my clique
Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips
That's that rom pom pom pom and it went-a rom pom pom pom
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me
A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3
Featuring: Jae Millz
[Lil Wayne]
Um, She said said she can f-ck me right
I made her f-ck her friend,
She say don�t call her a dike, well thats gay,
Haha,I met her on Monday and f-cked her all week
Cause every time she leave she come back to the tree
She know I love brain so I treat her like a geek
She love the way I spit so I made da p-ssy gleet
Wildin wit my n-ggas and I don�t give a f-ck
So I circle the b-tches, we rounding them up
I treat her like I need her, Im knowing if I eat her
She gon tell Quieta and Quieta like the media,
Woopty woo to the bloods, her lipstick match my flag that swag
Weezy F Baby got lust that drag,
I put em in your mouth till you choke and gag,
I Poke Her Face off and now she faceless, I poke her so much I deserve a bracelet
Young Money!
I poke her face off and now she faceless and I just make poker faces facelift.
[Jae Millz]
Chi Town girl,
bag match her heels,
ass hella fake,
but it feel real,
and it felt great when we had sex,
i tow her out the frame,
pics of my ex,
from my aspect I love your assets,
I love your mini skirt,
thats easy access,
pipe game, never mediocre,
so that relationship is over once I poke her,
she said she wanted a tour of the two of us,
so I gave her a tour of the tour bus,
it was all lust on the tour bus,
cos she did all us on the tour bus like,
(feat. Betty Wright)
[Intro]
So youve got so ma-ny daimonds,
You wear all the finest clothes,
And your grill is shinin,
As you're driving down the streets of gold,
But you can't, blame, me if i set this stage on fire
[Verse 1]
Mama always told me i was crazy,
My hoes say im amazing,
But i dont listen to a lady,
But the bitch say im hot,
And i say no bitch im blazin, like what the fuck do you
expect, im muthafuckin cajun
I feel caged in my mind, its like my flow doin time, i
goes crazy inside, but when it comes
Out its fine, like wine, wait, watch, see i get better
with time like a watch osh-be-gosh posh spice husband
cookin kick it like i kick it
bitch i kicks it. no cereal like a landing and i
Sticks it. wherever she asks me, after she licks it.
thats too explicit, well why you
Listenin, (sniff) i smell smoke, is somethin sizzlin?
thats a pussy, so hey pussy play with
Pussy, or play pussy.
[Hook]
But you cant, blame, me if i set this stage on fire.
[Verse 2]
They say ya know body till somebody kills you well
where im from ya nobody till you kill somebody.
And you know what they say, when you great, its not
murder, its assasinate. so assasinate me
Bitch! cause im doin the same shit martin luther king
did, checkin in the same hotel, and the
Same suite bitch, same balcony like,"ASSASINATE ME
BITCH!!" its lil tunechi, i dont rap, i film
Movies. hear my rap, u can call me mr. directors chair,
yeah, and thats a wrap. cut on to the
Next, not the next scene, bitch the next check. some
say that ex. makes the sex spec., so play
With the pussy or play pussy.
[Intro]
Hey pussy, lay pussy do or die say pussy and i say i
say lay pussy lay pussy lay pussy hey pussy.. hey pussy
dont play pussy
[Verse 3]
Straight off the corner of apple and eagle,
Braveheart bitch like the times of midevil
Married to the game that warns the cathedral,
Standin on tha corner sellin porcialin to people.
Forced into evil, its all in ya head, its all so
cerebral, call me kinevil you follow and ill lead you
Straight to the needle the bottles, the battles, the
beetles will eat you,
Mama named Setha, I love you Setha, remember when your
pussy suckin husband tried to beat ya
Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleaver,
he aint give a fuck, i aint give a
Fuck niether, he could see the devil (see the devil) in
my features, you can smell it either,
You could see Setha, you could see the Setha (see the
Setha) in my features, cause she dont
Play niether
[Hook]
C three ,three peat
Who that, Weezy Bitch
Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people
Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel
Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle
I get sums in lumps, like measles
My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures
I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
And for that cheedar, hungry niggaz'll eat you
We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
Bitches yell I wanna do those guys
Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo'
I'm 19 and I got banked at O
That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls
But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low
Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo'
If your fuckin with the dude
Big shout from Cash Money Records, Fuck You
Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you
Chains, nines, guns that's us
The slogan is "we will bust"
The rules our this our size
Cross it young nigga and you will die
Pumps, ride guns, even 25's
Cash Money got this, don't even try it
Stay where you from, don't bring no static
If not, then semi-automatic
This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back
Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at
What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us
Guaranteed to lay yo' ass up under the bus
There's no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga
That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina
Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor
Fo' sho' nigga
I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit
If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick
I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari
Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow
Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12
Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams
Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck
Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up
Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and fuck all yall
BMW lights, projectors to watch fights
Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads
Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy
I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it
Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs
In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs
From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say
Let's go - let's go
Let's go - let's go
They can't fuck with me now
Huh? Fuck with me now
No, they can't fuck with me now
Can't fuck with me now
Let's go
I go by "Wheezy: the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get completely took off
And if you wonder who the fuck (?)
(?) we so sip
It's like ain't nothin' but we gotta squab
On the block everyday sellin' rocks and shit
Choppin' bricks - give the damn cops a dick
We cop a whip and drop a brick - that's how we do it
Weed, liquor, money, and guns how we do it
Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid
Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs
Ain't nothin' sweet 'cause I can't keep trust
Lil' nigga - worth well over a mill, nigga
Real nigga - come around and show up where you live, nigga
Pullin' out the K's, nigga - (??) and all
Wayne 'bout to damage your home
Nigga 'bout to go to see the man in the stars
Hoppin' out the van with bandanas and all
Cannons went off
News cameras takin' pictures of your family when your avenue's gone
Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain
How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your dame
That's because she ran into the game
Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne
Come on!
[Lil Wayne]
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
No! They can't fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' when ya get it understood
'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don't know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya
Iceberg Shorty - (??) pants is saggin', forty magnum
Comin' out the club on Bacardi's, staggerin'
Ten in the Ferrari wagon, braggin'
Ohh, what's happenin'?
(??) 'round the court 'cause some ex just looked at me
Runnin' with them cats that be clappin' the plastic
Nigga put a cap in your asses
Catch me on the av with the crack and a 'matic
Hopin' that the law don't pass me - stash it
First of the month, just snatched me a package
Bag it - 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin'
If a nigga think about jackin', please believe
I be clip-slappin', click-clackin'
Pull the bitch back and run up on his parents
Kidnap for his snacks, and then whack him
Shit get drastic
That's why I try to stay as fars away from beef as I could
Grab me a freak to ease on my wood
Transport coke from each of my hoods
Wheezy Whee - CMB's in my blood
In the streets seventeen's where I'm from
And I ain't got no feelins for none of these womens
Really, though, fetticheese is my love
You know the streets made me
And I don't give a damn if you hate me
Nigga better be S-Q-A-D
Until the bigger man do take me
Squad shit!
You don't want no violence to keep the quiet
We call my people wild, and then we beef in quiet
or we'll creep in houses, we'll sweep your momma
So, please stay out it, or you leave in silence
Come on! What!
[Lil Wayne]
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Uh, they can't fuck with me now, them can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' when ya get it understood
'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don't know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya
Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
Come on!
It's too dark for ya's
I ain't got no love for ya's
Let gunshots smoked ya's
Who fuck with us?
Weed, liquor done corrupted us
Wet a nigga like umbrellas
Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man
Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a man
Runnin' out the Hummer with guns in each palm
If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it
Niggas be kiddin' - me awake, deal away
gun-spray - bullets damn near took off your son face
Oh, shit - niggas on that whole shit
Fours spit so quick like that lil' nigga ain't got no sense
Slow this shit down - let me get back down to reality:
I cause fatalities for any technicality
Wipe off your family randomly - ya understand?
It ain't no motherfuckin' game, and I ain't fuckin' playin'
Come on!
[Lil Wayne]
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' when ya get it understood
'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don't know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya
Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Them can't fuck with me now - ah, they can't fuck with me now
Look-
It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
and the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Ah, fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
They can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now
Stop playin' when ya get it understood
'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya
Come around your hood for ya
You don't know me - I kill everyone who show love
You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya
Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now
Them can't fuck with me now - no, they can't fuck with me now
Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga
Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga
Wha, wha, uh, uh, nigga!
Wheezy Whee!!! (Whee! Whee! Whee!)
Mula, babe
She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame
She would do anything she could to feel the flame
When everybody knew your mood and the games you played
She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame
And he would do anything he could to kill the pain
When everybody knew your mood they speaking your name
And oh, all over the late night local news I heard them scream
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
I say the sun don't shine forever
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And everything that glitter ain't gold
I say love don't love forever
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
When everything that's new gets old
Sometimes we try to find a road to the riches, need roadside assistants
Blisters on my knees from beggin' for forgiveness
Ain't no dollars on my trees but mileage on my feet
'Cause I been climbin' to the peak and runnin' from the bullshit
I'm tired of hearin' the same songs, who told the DJ, bring it back?
Dead president's bullet in Abraham's Lincoln hat
Starin' at big poster I swear that he be winkin' back
Cut school, sell crack, sorry I'm just thinkin' back
Call me crazy I've been called worse
It's like I have it all, but what's it all worth
I'm probably better in my afterlife
I should cherish life but this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh no, this ain't paradice
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This ain't paradice
No, this ain't paradice
I got papercuts
papercuts, papercuts, papercuts
gettin this (money)
spending this (money)
counting this (money)
gettin this
(repeated)
[Lil Wayne]
Young Money Weezy, B-gang bi-otch
Abstract artist, call me Basquiat
Bad Ass Carter, f-ck ya bitch harder
Wild n-gga, make her give me brains like Harvard
I don't play at all, ball like a small foward
Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood
Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous
Then I just kill it, turn this bitch into a carcass
Live in Miami, I aint never see a dolphin
You come to New Orleans, fuck around and see a coffin
N-gga got power like a f-ckin' Mighty Morphin
Get money more than often, my loft in-
Atlanta, and I got a cabana
And I got a banana-clip up in the cannon
Big dog shittin' on all you cocker-spaniels
I just keep shootin' like I'm flippin' thru the channels
Tunechi
[Chorus]
[Fiend]
I'm a residue rapper, potato chip crack daddy
you cockroach rhyming
I spit that (?)
and while I'm after more like give me
fitted all red like I came down a chimney
and how I murder rappers I know God won't forgive me (forgive me)
flow automatic not semi
and you getting by with yours like 1 kidney
I gets busy, voice like (?)
counting money in the tele like (?)
I'ma need a meaner and I do it double
send it up to Lucas, start it on the hustle
yeah I hustle (?)
I got a few dollars even bailed out the ride
[Chorus]
[Mystikal]
[End]
I know, I know. This isn't exactly complete. I started the Fiend verse then realised I don't even understand him or Mystikal so feel free to drop there verse's in comments and I will update.
Whaddup dawg? hahahaha
yes, this is the end of no Ceilings
I hope you enjoyed it
i really do
And like i said it was all for you
Thank you I appreciate you
Everything about you
and again
this was and is, No Ceilings
Yeah.
This is just a message, Yo beat aint safe
I just like to have fun, thats all.
They ask me why did I do this
Why do you keep, why do you give out free music, why do you do this, why why
Because i'm weezy?
I'm different.
I have plenty of it.
So, There's nothing for me to share.
Priceless, thats why its free
No ceilings.
Please don't forget the F
Featuring: Nas, Shyne, Bun B
[Bun B:]
When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that? "
Big Bun B, but you already knew that
Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!)
No tricks, man, those is for kids
Cushion, my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with da so you know what it is
I'm sittin on the fours that clack
Comin' down candy in the golden 'lac
We gettin' to the money like it's goldman sachs
And we do it for the pimps that are holding back... let's go!
[Nas:]
Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin' qb till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like kanye west and em
Track record goes back to "the essence", smack adolescents who ask who the best is
I'm nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
But I'm like a gastric bypass?, actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white range rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a private nigga
Was once a bacardi sipper, now it's chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested
Pow pow, with my shooters are techs that'll bust louder than the noise that I just spit
Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin'
Chop heads off like king henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
Been in this shit since '91
Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no heidi klum
Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves
Watched wild planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
There go my nigga wayne, let them niggas hate
Or like my nigga drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas"
[Shyne:]
I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
Young money in charge
Yes its lil wayne but the money is in large
Priorities young money in god
Now they wanna know how I be getting money on bars
Cause I be getting paid like out of this world
Hip hop is a bitch and im proud of this girl
But when the sharks come see how the fish curl
This is my game you gonna need a referral
I know more about trees then a squirrel
We don't talk much but that heat so thermal
Brand new mark check a peek go thermal
Goin outside of the gear external
Im so fly yall still at the terminal
Ill put you in the dirt just because I see the worm in you
Dirty south bitch, admire and acknowledge it
Look, look, look
A young nigga screaming fuck the world and let 'em die
Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smoking rie
Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet
And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat
I'm tryna' stay under intoxication
'Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation
I'm drinking liquor like it's water, getting pissy drunk
And staying away from them lil' broads that trying to give me some
I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline
Ducking the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no FED time
Sometimes I just wish I could be away
But I gotta take care of Reginae and keep macita straight
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep trying
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin'
I ain't lying that the law tryna' bust my clique
But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this
Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world
I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl
And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real
And I'm still doing for my mother and I'm payin' bills
Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
The FEDs said they heard that I know where them birds at
And my old lady say she saw me with anotha Brizzah
And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em
And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse
And now she tripping talking 'bout I need to be in church
And my lil' girl whole family tryna' lie in court
Tryna' put me, a child, on child support
And my own family deny me of what I do 'cause I'm a 'thug and stuff'
Plus, my niggas keep falling to them drugs and stuff
That dope got these niggas melting away
Man they got clowns right around me, killing they self everyday
We keep fighting but they so strong
I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on
Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust
And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
I mean the world just ain't gon' never change
So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang
Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me 'cause I'm a young thug
Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit?
But I'ma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil' Rabbit
That's why this lil' nigga be bugging like it's no tomorrow
I only can depend on macita and C-M-R
I try my best to make it through the night and live today
But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away
And police got me under surveillance when and wherever
Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm getting that cheddar
I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone
I can handle all a my business, this lil' man grown
But I try to forget about it and just stand strong
But if everything was cool I wouldn't write this damn song
I have no doubt, that I could love you forever
The only trouble is, you really don't have the time
You got one night only
And when they see me, they see 3 baby
She marks her calendar, we schedule every plan
She knows when I'm coming, she's more than a fan
She got my tour dates, she also got a man
But even homie gotta understand
She got (one night only
And no one gon take it from her, nothing's gon' make her miss it
And when I go she'll miss it
But she'll never forget that (one night only
Next day another city, she's never coming with me
I'm nothing more than memories
Memories she keep forever
She always dream about me, wish she could sleep forever
She get her fit together, she get her shit together
After my concert, she wanna get together
I get her on my bus, we chill and sit together
She has no curfew, I can take the bitch wherever
Come off a bit respectful, I'm on a different level
I got her feelin special, then she remember
She got (one night only
But I can make you love me forever
Baby I can make you love me forever
Now all the hoes hate her, the dudes wanna date her
Her nigga saw her leave, she deal with him later
Right now she with the greateast, I'm even homies favorite
How could he even blame her, she doin him a favor
She let that nigga love her, she let that nigga save her
But when I come she let a nigga take her
Take her for (one night only
She turnin off her phone, she turnin off her page
Tell hime that shit on roam, that nigga goin in labor
(one night only
These niggas hate the game, but they can't block the layup
And she go home to him, he sicker than a patient
He waitin at the table, no breakfast at the table
He ask her where she been, she say stop trippin it was (one night only
But I can make you love me forever
I can make you love me forever, yeah
Them older bitches jealous, say she a groupie whore
But every woman in this world was you before
See everybody wish to porn that superstar
But when it come true, how true you are
You got the (one night only
See, I can't be her man, and she can't be my girl
Oh, but we fuck like it's the end of the world
And we got (one night only
I got a wife, she knows, my wife aint on the road
When she come to my room, she take off all her clothes
Say anything hoes, tomorrow same clothes
We probably order movies, we probably lay together
But we can't stay together, that's when I gotta tell her
I have no doubt, that I could love you forever
The only trouble is, you really don't have the time
You've got one night only
Eagle, eagle carter man
In a 96 regal contraband
On my way to the east to the laundromat
Got to wash dat money and get on my ass
Flip them bricks it be gone so fast
I got to do something i done blown my last
Dolla holla at ya boy i be on da ave
In dat g pricko is what i am known to have
If shit tend to be slow i put on a mask
Make it halloween and take all ya bags
I say Holly Hollygrove won't you go on and stab and
Make these muthafuckas understand
Look coach you pitching at me under hand
But i am a designated hitter i adjust so fast
Ya men designing women i am a one woman's man
Cash money prince blow the trumpet man
They say they want the drugs to stop but i am a major step back when my album drop
I got dat wet crack flow out ya mammi's pot i got dat i got dat jet black four at ya mammi's spot
I am trying to get dat dough i demand it now
You panic now , you betta panic down
For the neighbors be over here tearing it down
This is weezy f baby i am crowned the prince
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
And the hand gun is so included don't get it confused i want no confusion and keep ya hoe i
Don't want your contusions
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin'
Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the coolest
I brought my bag of oranges dis time to juice it
It game is a bitch and i am trying to seduce
I floss a awful lot and haters on trying to reduce it
Put the laser on the 45 is iron you stupid
On shot just to remind you nigga you dat fly lil nigga dats behind da trigger
I am all chronic combined with liquor
You will never see me like momma tigger
An eighty's baby a fighting nigga , nigga i got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I am something you call pepper like a viking snake,see me over the viking stove i am lighting
Bricks
Or in the middle of the shoot out i am tighting clips
Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs, are you catching my drift repersenting with
My section on my belly and shit i am the prince
This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
So roll the carpet out cause you are fucking with a nigga from the royal south
See you are either in or you are out and you out stay in because them warriors are out, because
Those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out
So i just open up the gate and let my holliers out
No nigga i neva call your house i am probably some where taking Toya out
Not answer my phone man ignoring ya spose
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
Hey i am ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name naw better yet point him out
Ai me and the streets got a joint accountiam from the streets dat you need to be warned about
New Orleans woadie put the gat in your mouth
And if we feed you with alot of iron it will flatten you out
A few roaches but never had no rats in this house, never telling one another leave dat in the
House
I always been a small hustler moving my packing out
If i ever run into some trouble send my savages out
These niggas talking sweet i will get dem cavaties out
I got graveyard flyers man i am passing them out
Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now i am the prince
Mama bad, mama mean, gasoline
She's on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
'Cause she's on fire
Got on my knees and ask my Lord
To keep me clear from the devil 'cause my girl
She-she's on fire
Yeah, but everything's so cool, yeah
But give me them back shots, I want them back shots
I said, shorty, let me play up in that matchbox
And she's on fire, yeah
Shorty, shorty let a nigga rub his stick against her matchbox
And she's on fire
She's steamin', she's screamin'
She-she's creamin'
She's feinin', I redeem it
I get between it like I mean it
Now hit me
And now she's on fire
I leave her stingin'
But everything is so cool
She's on
She hot as hell, let's call her Helen
Fireman to her rescue like 9/11
Fuckin' right, I make her hot
She got the devil in her, I do whatever with her
Hell's angel, I pluck her feathers, nigga
I'm am the fire spitter, I start a fire with her
Okay, her flame's high, but I am higher, nigga
So I invite her up and then I light her up
Mama bad, mama mean, kerosene
She's on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
She's on fire
Got on my knees and ask my Lord
To keep me clear from the devil 'cause my girl
She's on fire, yeah, but everything's so cool
She's on fire
Now hit me
She's on fire, yeah
She's on fire
I leave her stingin'
Yeah, and now she's on fire
But it's cool
Mama bad, mama mean, gasoline
She's on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
'Cause she's on fire
She's steamin', she's screamin'
She creamin'
She's feinin', I redeem it
I get between it like I mean it
Then I leave her stingin'
Now she's on fire
Steamin', girl
Oh No, No, Oh No, No
Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No
I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love and take it back
Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him
That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him
Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya
Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing
And watch my step on a wet pavement
Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em
Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement
So nigga get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast
Like... Ha ha
That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back
It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
The clip sink down to the dick
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'
While you pussy niggas is sleeping he thinking
Deep in thought the boy ain't even winkin'
Bob Marley got me stinking
Stacking figures I'm standing firm life's a slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came
Though I bear a name only one call live with
Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
I'm sicker with it
Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill
What you know about a bongo having her mind go
Over a convo about dough
Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
No pocket knife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM!
Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
Cause to each its own and the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house big momma's house
She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
And he ain't getting up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
Hold up the beat might drop
You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) x3
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries
Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they're the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She sorry I didn't shave so that pussy is a little furry
I put that pussy in my face I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) x3
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry
She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see your donkey kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out here, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long story
You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) x3
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
I am sippin on that lean, Don't bring me no bottles hoe,
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove, 4 baby mamas, no
baby mama drama, bad bitch at home sleepin, I go home and sleep
behind her, ugh, Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean
man, sittin on these motha fuckn millions like bean bag, fuck u don't
judge me, drug me then love me, eat me some pussy when I got the
munchies, I'm trippin, tell Pippen to beam me up Scottie, got pounds
of that Kush, watch me go on a diet, I'm so high, that's no lie, u pussy
ass niggas Massengill, I got them yellow Xanax, I slipped on a
banana peel, Trukfit t-shirt, Blunt dipped in syrup, pass that weed
around like some fuckn orderves, man I'm shitfaced and yo bitch
facin and she high too, fuckn right my #1 FAN, u know what that
means? Fuck All Night, UGH, (laugh) yeh.. Ima let that breathe, let
that breathe, ugh nigga I fuckd that bitch that's wit ya, and she send
me naked pictures if I was u I wouldn't kiss her ya know why? you
know why ugh, yeh, now all my bad bitches say word, u ain't Neva
trust no nigga, u ain't Neva sweat no nigga yeh, u don't want none
these niggas, bitch I ain't none these niggas, hoe, I be doin my own
thing, red bone wit a tongue ring, we get home and she go straight
for that head, gun range, fuck yo feelins, I'm feelin me, you want
real? That's real as me, mask on, trick or treat, my sign say 'dick for
free', all my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die, I look her
pussy eye to eye then I suck that Motha fucka dry, yes lord, (laugh) ,
Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Na I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, Blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F aint for "Flaw"
uhhh...
uhhh...
yup! yup! yup! yup!
It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney
If you sleeping on me n_gga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it
Yeah,
Now what we doing with it
keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
Ok, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor
uhhh,
Yeah
uhhh
and it
Call me killa cuz i make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up...bowin and ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call em sibblings
and them bullets travel, better hope i keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they're fly like Tinkerbell
but they all on my wire like string of bell
I let the Bee, you know how that stinger feels
know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
and I fuck up any track, train derail
know how to roll, never need training wheels
and when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
uhhh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
just have a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth
and the "F" is for Fuck yourself
uhhh, yeah
And I aint doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'mma meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear
Yeah
Hat to tha front
Lookin' like I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt
I'm stickin' to the script tryna kick it like a punt
My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Young Baby
Could've been a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash money made me
Big dog bitch no tramp no lady
Young ass nigga had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like 'em younga
To Heaven's where I brung her
My wing she was under she say
Daddy they
Daddy they
Daddy they
Daddy they
Daddy they can't do it like you can
I get chips like Vegas and I am not a Blue Man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand
And if I sing "Prostitute" she gon' need some new pants
And if I sing "Pussy Monster" she gon' need a new man
Hello world I would like you all to meet me a new man
Ha body stay on top of ma summer like Susan and hustle
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Fillin' up my cup again
Where's that purple stuff again?
I can't get enough of it
Point me in the direction of a Swisha and I'm stuffin' it
Wit' that purple stuff again
I'm on some same color shit
After you do Wayne it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch
I get money like a fuckin' Wayans brother bitch
I get chill with gurillas and stay away from the
Rattlesnakes
And the Jake's
And the fake
And the hate
Interstate 10 no cops in sight
And I'm comin' back wit' a whole flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get stopped tonight
Or I'ma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight I swear
And tell the jack boys not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I will pop tonight
Yeah, that's right if you ain't got that price then go
That way,
That way,
We can't even negotiate
Big money heavy weight
On my way to Heaven's gates
Hope it be them open gates
Flow so appropriate
Don't associate me wit' the bullshit
One wish, I wish a mothafucka would trip
Like a engine I come from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper like a booklet
They ain't hope you wit' it
But now I took it and now they
Never get it
Never get it
Never get it
Never get it
Never get it back yeah that's my word
Bling bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja Rule baby just like Erve
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss ma curb
'Cause I love that block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and Barrows
But God found me like a needle in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a genius for the battle
Money on my mind, that's all I think of
Married to the game, never takin' my ring off
M.O.B. yeah that's my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like ding dong
Yeah I got my wings on
Flyer than the rest
I don't rest I keep goin'
I just I-G-nore 'em like
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway it goes I'ma get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm climbin' this pole
A nigga wit' a flu ain't rhymin' this cold
And nigga I'm hotter than a fire in a hole
Steppin' out my shower like a lion in a robe
Eyein' these hoes
Iron in my hol...ster, syrup, purp., cher
Let's elevate
And get away
Accelerate
And never hate
Dedicate this to the blue eyes and blonde hair
I'm on top of my green like a lawn chair
Don't worry I'm straight like arm hair
Don't worry I'm straight like combed hair
This world fucked my pops and I was born here
From tha cell to the jet call it Con Air
I told my niggas that we will see better days
Yesterday
And today is a better day
[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don't see
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me, plus I got it all Bitch tell me what you don't see
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don't see.
I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Got the girl and the girl to undress her
My guitar strap is leather
My life is better than ever
I got women all up in my condo
And my drug dealer comes pronto
Got a registered pistol in the console
So, so, don't try me now
Don't try me now
[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah just ridin' feelin' lovely
You can hate but your girlfriend love me
Yeah I'm too G like a Gucci belt
Hot Gudda baby I can make your coochie melt
I keep your lady wet like she took a dip
And if you looking for her, you can follow the drip
I'm slick like Rick, the ladies pullin my wrist
I just walk in the spot and out with my pick
I'm gone like a trip with a nice thick redbone
On the phone gettin' head call it headphone
Pimpin all over like Ludacris
These hoes love me, I'm wanted like a fugative
[Chorus]
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me, she wants me
Plus I got it all,
Bitch tell me what you don't see, yeah
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me, plus I got another bitch as long as you don't see
But you do not see, you must be blind, blind
My reality is bigger than your dreams are
Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car
She wants me
[Mack Maine]
What you need contacts
Tell me what you don't see
What you can't tell, I'm everything that he won't be
Talkin' bout your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend
Even when you aint sittin down you can't stand him
Dirty dick bandit, luxury car whipper
Crib on Dolphin Island, backyard full of flippers
This is my reality, your man just be dreaming
Wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen
I mean he's wet dreaming, while me I really do it
Coulda, shoulda, woulda, babygirl you shoulda knew it
And fuck the paparazzi, I will never Kiss and tell
I'll be the genie out the lamp or your wishing well
I'll be your fishing pale and you can be my yacht buddy
Take you from A-Z, I'll connect the dots hunny
(?) has got money, baby cause I got money
I like the B 50 50 what you got for me
It could be some bread, nah it aint gotta be cash
I'll take a little head or I'll take a lotta ass
I'll take a friend or two, we can have a 3D weedy
I could toss you a Gudda Gudda or a Lil Weezy Weezy
Or my nigga peedy weedy or my nigga Teedy teedy
Fuck you on the hood of red strip and green Lamborghini
Go head and take this x-pill
That there fuck you up, probably have you walking round like
"damn, what the fuck"
Lady in streets but in the sheets you such a slut
Smash you on the top bunk, tiger uppercut
And everyday we do brunch and everyday we do lunch
You do me, I do you
Baby we could us and I ain't gotta say no more
I don't talk too much
Thus far, I feel like I've been trying to sell a car
Is you buying,
Cause I ain't go no time for a test drive
[INTRO]
Haha
Young...
Moolah baby
Cut the music up mayne
[Lil wayne]
Ok money on my mind
Fuck a nigga thought
He aint even think
He aint even see me with the pistol and the shank
Walked up to him put the pistol to his tank
Pussy nigga faint
Pick that pussy up
Naw let em lay
Where I'm from I see a fukin dead body everyday (X3)
Hammer in draws, hammer in draws
And yal aint nuttin but nails in the wall
Holsters, holsters empty like a mufuka
Off my hip clip empty like a mufuka
Hehe ok simply I'm a bug-lover
It's fly carter duckin a fly squatter
Simply I'm a mufuka pimpin aint dead because I'm pimpin like a mufuka
Now where ya hoe at
Wipe ya feet on the doormat
Ima bring the N.O. back Like a nigga with no bat
Ima go forward the top and get low with them hoes
Gon get cut like a sword
I know it
You aint gotta tell me
I already smell it you pussy niggas eatin peanut butter
And jealous, you lost, like and jealous
But u can find me in a white tan ellis
Just like van halen ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that glock like a fukkin outfit
I'don nt care what you know, you don't kno nuttin bout this
And I hope ya ass choke when u suck on my dick
Weezy!
[Kid kid]
Ok I'm strapped up
I'm strapped up
Downtown maniacs strait jackets and strapped up
And scrappin we can do, see scrappin what we do
And I'm like let me at em call me scrappy doo
Handle the scrap with u, I aint lookin stupid
You beat me too bad, bitch I'm comin back shootin
Fool ima fool, I do what I do
It's like fixin broke cars, which fuel imma use
The tech or the ooze
The mack or the rue
Catch it when it's just u
U like it wasn't just you
I guess I'm just too real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Nah bend over nigga fuck u
See I know what's what, who's who, and who is you
Move ya lose, ya move a inch - ya know the ligaments dat you cud loose?
I'll put you on the ten o clock news
1, 2 buckle ya shoes here come the kid
Cruel ooh blood ooze will fill up ya whole food
Dude usin more tools them tim from home improve
Then I play it cool smooth as james brown shoes
Don't play with him cuz shoot he'll shoot
I'm, loose as a goose on that goose
Wit them hoes I'm playin duck, duck goose
Boy I'm slick like moose
I'm the truth nigga floose
I'm a murderer fuck M.O.O.P.
Put niggas on mute like
Then I come back like good crack
I am that and get that I spit crack
6 shot by the 6-pack
I spit that where u spit at
I send niggas where ya kids at
Dnt worry where the kidd at nigga HUHH!
[Lil wayne]
Uptown back in it, holly grove black menace
Black shirt black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi, that wud offend me
Try maybach or maybach
Bitch I got stacks YEAH
Paychecks on paychecks
But I still want payback
I still don't play that
I kill on ASAP
We dnt do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yal way
Y.M young mula, young money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of yal say ya want drama I'm honered
BLITZ yo ass like a muthafukin lineman
Stack of paycheck wit a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya dump the whole toilet on ya
Can I dig it,
when you baby me,
oooh oooh, oooh,
my darl..
oooh
my darling baby,
your in…
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, more beautiful than the World,
Word, matter of fact beautiful ain’t the word,
unexplainable is the beauty of her,
and i will be the race car hitting her curves,
errrrr,
i drive her crazy, stupid retarded,
yeah and then i park it,
she got a smile on her that put a smile on me,
she cater to me she get all destiny child on me,
she ride for me even though i got miles on me,
she gon ride till the day they put flowers on me,
thats my darling,
and i love it, yeh,
thats my, yeh,
so sweet she bad for me,
but she so good I’ll take the cavity,
falling for her like how safe is gravity,
i’ll make your girl about face and marry me,
hahahaha, yeh
I do, do you,
[Drake]
but ahhh, the things I’m willing to do for her,
I wish I could have a threesome with two of her,
I would sing a love song if I knew the words,
but I’ll be damned if another n-gga do it first,
cos you the one, damn i think i see the sun,
I guess that mean you gotta run,
well holla at me when you done,
[Chorus]
Can i dig it,
when you baby,
woop woop woop,
my darling baby,
[Drake]
uhh,
she nothing like every other dime,
I think about her and couple things come to mind,
thoughts like if she end up my baby mother fine,
cos we only use a rubber like every other time,
oooh, i bet she so embarrassed,
I had to take her ass to Paris,
give her the moments that she cherish,
you know
[Lil Wayne]
she got it coming to her like an heiress,
and anything she want I Will like Farris,
oops i meant ferris and in the coupe i tint very light,
so them hating b-tches can see me and you at every light,
oooh, and i hope its one of them long lights,
I mean I hope its one of them long nights,
no wrong turns, aint no such things as a wrong right,
[Drake]
uh yeah,
you make me feel so good,
and every time we cut I swear it heals so good
its been over a year that sh-t is still so good,
no adjusting for you, you know just what to do and all,
yea, oh and i love it,
see Im trying to make it public,
I think the glass slipper does fit,
[Lil Wayne]
and yesterday I told her she a muthaf-cker,
and how her new haircut is so becoming of her,
oh thats your girl, well Imma make a women of her,
never do to another what we do one another,
now thats a numbers for ya, and i’ll give up my summers for ya,
yeah I’ll spend my winters and my springs on it,
and put a ring on it, eyy,
[Chorus]
[Drake]
uhh, just say yes not no,
the club is overrated baby lets not go,
lets stay home and burn a couple calories,
f-ck the house up and make the maid earn a salary,
yeah I cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast,
they say that nobodies perfect but you look perfected,
i really love to be the one you took a step with,
so trust me when I tell you it’d be worth the effort
[Lil Wayne]
shes unbelievable like a purple leopard (?)
just give me the formula watch me work the method,
hehe, Weezy F, i prefer the best sh-t,
and babe you the f-cking best,
you deserve a trophy,
you could be my four leaf clover
my clothes aren’t tight n-gga their cosy,
and when she turn around they say Whoa like Joey,
thats my baby,
and I love it,
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it's on
Basically...
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I'm making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead...
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y'all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private plane clothes"
I'm taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat p-ssy and you suck dick
[Kidd Kidd]
They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't the same
No homo, that's how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can't be a Super Mane
My whole? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I'm back at the halftime like it's just an ankle sprain
Ain't no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It's mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?
[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I'm styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I'm the East gang schizo
It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(Give me shit)
My niggas Streets say "Kill them all!"
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I'm just eating nigga, I'm getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on
[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It's Mack Maine, ain't shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what?"
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that's why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I'm a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain't about discussing prices
Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I'm?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking
I'm with every video vixen that you liking
I'm the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga don't want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
I'm trying to be modest, nigga, I'm honest
Young Money, Young f-cking Money
(voice)
I been standin here waitin' Mr. Postman
So-o-o patiently,
For just a card, or just a letter,
Sayin he's returning home to me
(Chorus)
(lil' Wayne)
That's right darlin'
Its ya baby baby! (hah)
I got her waitin on me
She lookin kinda fly
She see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox
She say it's feels like she's up in a cell block
And I open her cell lock
Im the:
(voice)
Postman
(wayne)
Just come to make my mail drop
More masculine than him
Im nastier than him
Im passin her and him
And something faster than them
And then he like: damn there go that bastard again
He the:
(voice)
Postman
(wayne)
And she correct him
And I respect her
And he protect her
And she neglect him
And he caress her
And she molest me
He must be weak cuz me, I'm just the
(voice)
Postman
And when her man home,
Im the ghost, man
Why you think she holdin that pillow close man?
Why you think she wont open the bathroom door?
Shes no whore she want more of the
(Postman)
(Chorus)
(wayne)
(Yeah Baby)Girlfriend snatcher, i don't care if you're attached,
if that's her, then that's her,
and that's me to smash her,
now she hanging up her high ass skirt on the
(Postman)
(Haha),Yeah baby i got that comeback,
I'm at your walls like a thumbtack,
So miss humpback i know what to do with all that,
fall back, I'll put your center in the
(Postman)
That's big talk for a little guy,
But im walkin without reply,
She got her legs up, she tryin to walk in da sky,
She calling for god, and she callin on I
She said:
(Postman)
I'm like: "yea baby, im right here baby, he's here baby!"
She like: "yea baby!"
Here's a chain letter and some magazines, keep it clean,
He will never think it was the
(Postman)
(beat continues)
(Chorus)
Yeah she love my gangsta, she feel my swagger,
I'm there every week just to give her her package,
I,pick up her bills and I pick up her taxes,
You might find a few stamps on your mattress from the
(Postman)
She want young holly grove in a envelope, im her private note and
You aint gotta know, im her fantasy,
She always got letters on the canopy, waiting for the
(Postman)
No postal service i just got my social workin', and your girl is slurpin',
And this world is dirty, and your girl is nervous,
She give me head in a convertible im the
(Postman)
Kind and curtious, she love that in me, she love me in her,
And i love that plenty, it never fails,sorry homeboy, but you got mail, im the
(Postman)
uhhn! like mutha'fuck all yawl
Mr.Mike Tyson flow,uppercut all yawl
step into my ring bitches,ding ding bitches
click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
im the Dream machine i mean King vision
i can see through yo scene like clear screen
hear me? to a lion you are just deer meat
fear god fear me siry us us
pe pi them try them and die when i say so
Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go
its all gravy tryna build like Lego's
betta \"Let Go My Ego!\" with some breakfast on the table
yea!! n i dont kno how fake feel nigga cuz all my life i been a real nigga
fuck ya girlfriend fuck ya hommie too
i drop bombs im in the booth in a army suit
and im armed to shoot and imma marksmen too
and you're the target \"oops!\"
and everything gets better in time and time is forever
and mutha'fucka its my time and im better
[Mike Tyson talking]
hoe i go so hard
im so gone my I.D is a Post Card
i travel like b-ball with no calls
i play my roll and listen out for the roll ball
this is a movie and every movie must go off
but this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
say wat up blood!! what da lick read!?!
5 star general and the 6 peed
still hood like thick cheese bitch please
him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
niggas betta trim trees
simply shoot yours empty if b turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
folla me! a part of me!!
fuck around n see a whole notha side of me
i separate yo body with them hollow tips by allergies
photographies,picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on
pistol to yo head while you puttin yo pants on
every man on offense single-tary defense
super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
that is how i keeps it R.I.P Beepsy
i do it how i do it cuz i kno my niggas see me
and imma hold it down bitch hope that crown fit
the boy got a flow that you can drown in
when you in the water watch them sharks,when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss that was so raw ohw!
[Mike Tyson talking]
HAHAUHWH!
fuckin right imma monster
sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers or Sonia
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin like E-Honda
murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya wats reallly!!
are ya plastic?,gasoline on ya contract
fuck a pen i need a match fuck a bitch i need a patch of bitches
yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches blood bitches we be in there tubed up
blood bitches young niggas young money young niggas fuck pistols
we at yo window with scud mistles Young Carter!
big nuts and they hung further than ya father's
uhahaha!
Yeah
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of
Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin
Fuck bitches
Get money
Get money fuck bitches
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money
Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know bout that baby its yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid
Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it's it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga
Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain its a problem
It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby
I love it I fuckin love it
I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot I'm dodgin the city cop
I play em' like pitty pat (shh)I'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck em and give em back (yeah) I really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack
I hustle and bend my back
My muscle is in tact
My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, I'm puffin that purple, believe it if I talk it I walk it like Hershel
I get it like it is on the commercial
Verse 2,
this is Verse 2, it is worse too, I'll mirk you, like I birth you
you niggas small bubbles, I'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, I'm like whateva my shit mean and obscene
now I been seen on alotta different scene, that mean I got alotta different creme
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
I raise mo fire to the man up higher, I lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion, represent the
jungle when the others just tryin, I represent my mother like baby stop cryin, I know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are
lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you
can't even find me, and I ain't even hidin naw, I'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, I'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
I put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish..
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Baby, understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everythin? goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Misunderstood, ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me, so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swang
He had hair like wool, like Wayne
Droppin? ashes in the Bible
I shake ?em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very, extraordinary
Perry Mason facin? the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown, no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never [unverified]
Fuckin? fantastic, fuck if you agree
But I don't give a fuck if you see me
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand, meet Dwayne
For 8 and a half months I gave Ms. Cita the pain
Now, it's Young Money, baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck ?em and we the same
So, hello mothafucka, you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change
Like Easter Sunday, you know church fit then outfit
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky rin?s but that ain't about this, what you ?bout bitch?
Excuse my French, emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you askin??
If I don't have the answer it?s probably on the web
Like I'm a damn Tarantula but I know you don't understand
?Cause you thought Lil Wayne is Weezy but Weezy is Dwayne
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I was watchin? T.V. the other day, right
Got this white guy up there talkin? about black guys
Talkin? about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see 1 in every 100 Americans are locked up
1 in every 9 black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was tryin? to stress was that
The money we spend on sendin? a mothafucka to jail
A young mothafucka to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thin? the white guy was stressin?
Was that our jails are populated with drug dealers
You know crack cocaine, stuff like that
Meanin? due to the laws we have
On crack cocaine and regular cocaine
Police are only, I don't want to say only, right
But shit, only logic by ridin? around
In the hood all day and not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And you know the other thin? is mostly found in
You know where I'm goin?
But why brin? a mothafucka to jail
If it's not gon? stand up in court
?Cause this drug ain?t that drug
You know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstandin?, I sit back and think
You know us young mothafuckas, you know that 1 in 9
We probably only sellin? the crack cocaine
Because we in the hood
And it's not like in the suburb
We don't have what you have, why?
I really don't wanna know the answer
I guess we just misunderstood huh?
You know we don't have room in the jail now
For the real mothafuckas, the real criminals
Sex offenders, rapists serial killers
Don't get scared, don't get scared
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Uh, With everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going
But you think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it (Whoo!)
Look at me when I'm talking to you
You lookin' at me, but I'm lookin' through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself
I'm lookin' at the
Chorus - Bruno Mars:
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall (uh)
You've been my only friend (yeah)
You told me that they can
understand the man I am
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?
I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you're all alone
And you correct me when I'm lookin' wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your windowpane
I see the scars that remain
I see Wayne
I'm looking at the
Chorus - Bruno Mars:
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall (uh-huh)
You've been my only friend (my only friend)
You told me that they can
Understand the man I am (they can understand)
So why are we here (misunderstood)
Talking to each other again?
Looking at me now, I can see my past
Damn, I look just like my f***in' Dad
Light it up, that's smoke in mirrors
I even look good in a broken mirror
I see my Mama's smile, that's a blessing
I see the change; I see the message
And no message coulda been any clearer
So I'm starting with the man in the
Chorus - Bruno Mars:
Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall (uh)
You've been my only friend (take 'em to Mars, man)
You told me that they can
understand the man I am
So why are we
Talking to each other again?
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again (yeah)
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend (any questions)
You told me that they can (I come to you)
Understand the man I am (you always have the answer)
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?
Mirror on the wall (Hey BP, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time)
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandmaw, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son then light up that "L", Samuel
Tucci in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga
Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tucci you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Woah nigga, die slow nigga, for dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga
Unload nigga, reload nigga, tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball
It's Carter 4!
(I'm going back in man)
(Yeah)
[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne]
We get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled like I-B-Profen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball
Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her
Tuck her like D. Lawrence, that's my word like, word like the-saurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid
And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me
(Laugh)
Up in the studio me and my drank
Please let me be and let me do my thang
Think about a certain..certain somebody
that perfect somebody sexy purple body
she got service road curves and highway eyes
the road to her soul, just follow the road signs
and holla if you hear me i love it when she near me
i hate when she away and satan see the day
that hell free me for i let her go
and let one of you bitch niggas get her no no no
you dont know how to treat her
you dont know that i need her
hey...do you know that i need ya
Cuz baby right now
Im feelin like the whole world is against me
Ever since the death of pimp c
But me im up in the studio me and my drank
Me and my drank me and my drank
Im up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
You sit on 24's i sip on 24's
You sit on 24's i sip on 24's
Drop a 4 on a 20 ounce
And call it 24's
Drop a 4 on a 20 ounce
And call it 24's
Im ridin out leaning never nodding out
My girl trippin and damn i gotta hear my momma mouth
My home bois say i should slow down a little
But this shit that im on make me slow down a lot
You bottle pop, i buy a bottle pop
Drop some syrup in it, get on my waffle house
I live in wayne's world rappers is out the south
and this is how we do it, do it in the south
One more oounce will make me feel so great
Wait..now i cant feel my face
Um up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please don't judge me
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please don't judge me
[Chorus:]
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
[Lil Wayne:]
So far all of ya who ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E. the bar baby
Was a southside living legend of 3rd ward
And it all started in 93
Highschool he was a fool he was only 18
With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar
Rollin in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd ward
It was all momma leave em with a trace of Mo E
And promethyzein and he a codeine fiend
And his team was the coldest everyday they rolled big
Niggas didn't hold that D*** cuz thats that screwed up click
BAR Baby,BAR Baby,BAR baby,
I sip that Big Mo, i drink that Pimp c
Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C
I sip that Big Mo, i drink that pimp c
Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C
And fuck what they say
Mr.DJ Screw Imma do this for you
[Chorus:]
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
[Short Dawg:]
Yea..Uhuh..Yea
I usually don't do this but...
Ahem...
Yea T you gotta feel me
Sippin on some drink the color purple like sili
Really they say I should chill before it kills me
But so will a car crash or a nine milli
And I aint even mention cigarettes or airplanes
So grab a sprite heres a pint we can share Wayne
Yea Mayne...tastes so sweet and I aint gonna have a seat
Cuz I don't wanna fall asleep
So just pour it in my drink and ima sip till I lean hard
Drink got me moving slower than a retard
So press record and hear these hot raps
Im in the booth cup on me like a jock-strap
And I will not nap until the bottles empty
Then I pour a little more for past Screw and Pimp C
And I would stop but believe it I cant
So till Short is gone its just me and my drink
[Chorus:]
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
[Lil Wayne:]
Up in the studio me and my drink, me and my drink, me and my drink
Me and my drink
Up in the studio someone pour another 4
OOo...hoooaaa
Yea...
I told a bitch one more ounce will make me feel so great
Wait..now I can't feel my face
Will somebody please please double cup me
And tell the world please please dont judge me
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please dont judge me
You sit on 24's..we sip on 24's
You sit on 24's..we we we
drop a 4 in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
drop a 4 in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
[Short Dawg:]
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
[Fat Joe:]
Owwwwwwwww Scotti lets make it rain on these niggas
[Chorus:](Lil' Wayne)
Yeah im in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I'm in this bitch with the terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain (I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes
[Fat Joe:]
Cr Cr Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack
You hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, 'cuase he didn't have that metal
Im a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher
You a busta a customer, I get you sum cooka
Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack an 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you gonnna need you a pass that's the code that we live by.
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe:]
OWWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap Gotta Make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Now why's everybody so mad at the south for
Change your style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listenin(listenin), so I made him a anthem to make some dividends(dividends)(listen)
Lil mama try to hit me with that Shoulder Lean ,This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple Bricks Stacked on that triple beam, my dirty bro sippin that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now yup yup we get it, no if ands about it
And the rain keep fallin even when its droughted.
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe:]
Owwwww mami's body is bangin, she got it man she does it all
she gets it poppin with no hands I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em I'm layin game to 'em
I'm gassin misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us
And yo know what it is, yo it's them powder kids
And we know how to bizz, so we don't give a shit.
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dues money to ya
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes
It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with desert fey
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Yeah, vibe wit me sweetheart it aint hard,
Ah fuck dem niggaz I aint worried bout dem
This Cash Money baby ya no what im takin bout
its the Carter II, Kurupt holla at dem niggaz (nigga)
We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun
they lost, they lost we took they shit now its time to floss (Lock & Load)
22 year old 17 war vet life in the fast lane little red corvette little red handkerchief hangin out the right side back pocket jeans fallin
cover my Evisu sign
yep we do shine and they gon hate but they hated G's is baby we wont break
so we ride like four perrelli's so s-cary no security, no protectin, no conparin lokin heavy , Oceans 11 , aviators, both taker, so fakers, no players im
hollygrove to the heart hollygrove from the start dont cross airheart boluvard or the war i come from 1-7 one shot never that blum, blum, blrrr, blrrr,
pop, pop, clap, clap what the fuck hollygrove stand up nigga duck.
get em get em weezy hit em where you kill em easy sit em in the river leave em they find em tomorrow evenin sinkin im prolly drinkin that
syrup thinkin I wont slip even tho im leanin like a broke hip. he aint know I got the nina with the full clip thats a sommersault, backspin full flip for
ya. push this button ill flip out and hit sumthin miss nuthin im just bustin until the scene clean. twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin a hundred
dollars for the glock in my pants who the man I am when I stand with it pointed right at your face knock your brains from the back of your neck for lack
of respect I strap a jet black gat to the death tell my momma to bury me with that no bullshit my hood gettin kinda crazy where I be so rony's wit me
cause he's the O.G.
Fresh out the backseat of the figgity Phantom the hater I make em madder when I wave at em like "what up" if it aint bout money I keep goin
im tryin to get that green im tryin to mow my lawn but fuck. dem boyz (?) shoty on my armor dem boyz run up I leave they bodies on the lawn and duck the
fuck outta there cause baby its hotter there if this was a movie its time to roll the credits "CUT" its all over all of your brains are all over the
mother fuckin block im a mother fuckin rock hard body Eagle street 17 shots night vision double clip hot steady beam glock pop, drop little man drop this
is not for little bitches your man all (?) im layin in the drop thinkin of more money, Cash Money, young money, take money, your money
hahaha, yeah, lock & load, ya know, I thought they knew it was really real daddy, yeah, homeboy, my mother fuckin wristband was 300
dollars no lie, Dolce & Gabbana, they should pay me for sayin that shit, so is my jeans they wasnt 300 but they Dolce too, yeah, we won mother fucker, we
winnin over here, thats right, hey, somebody call gordon tell him pull up front open the doors suicide, lets ride out, you got money you know what the
Dro fuck with me!
Live from the 504 it's Mr. Crazy flow
Jumping like a bungee no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
Even if ain't sunny I glow
If it ain't about money I go
Nowhere I'm nailed to the floor
Money controls where I go
It is the sail to my boat
And it's going down it's going down
Like there's a whale in the boat
See you can smell that I smoke
And yep I sip that lean
You hit me with that combination that make my eyes bleed
I'mma shark in the water yep I swim with the big
So I don't have time to deal with willy the squid
L-lilly pad niggas l-look at the monster
Y-you don't want to crash like la la bamba
See it's me on the interey
And my new drop is very water-melon plum
Just call it fruit punch
I'mma old rapper getting new bucks
And all you new rappers your just new lunch.
haha
flow sick so sick
need a doc , yess
a creature monster
like the loch ness
i gets hotter by the tic,
for i sizzle to death?
i just tell the clock give me a sec
im in da middle of the wall
where my enemy at?
im runnin it like
[Lil Wayne]
Um, she say "what's happening?"
I say "wassup wassup"
she ask "whats up with me"
I say "whats up with us"
I say "what's really good?"
I say "what's really good?"
I put my love down
she say "it's really good"
she sya "it's feeling good"
I say "I'm feeling better"
I make her say my name in CAPITAL LETTERS
I'm a nasty guy
dont ask me why
just ask me how and I'll show you proud
her head is gone, she's in the clouds
and when she rains, man she pours down
and I be the fella without an umbrella
[Kobe talking]
I want to be the best
I want to be the best, simple and plain
That's why I play the game
And to be the best you have to win
And that's what drives me
[NBA analyst talking]
He's the best player in the game
It's just that simple
There's nothing that Kobe Bryant can't do
He will defend your best player
He will shoot from the perimeter
He will get all in yo mug
He will do whatever it takes
He is the most complete basketball player
In the game today - bar none
He has an assassin's mentality
I said this week, I said this when the trade went down
And I will repeat it again
Who's starving more for an NBA World Championship
More than Kobe Bryant? There is no one
This guy is highly motivated
What separates Kobe from the pack?
More than Kobe Bryant, there is no one
[Lil' Wayne]
Kobe doin' work
Two-four on my shirt
He the greatest on the court
And I'm the greatest on the verse
Going for the 4th ring like it was his first
Gotta get the bling
Do it for Kareem!
Two-four so nice, my flow so mean
Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldestein
Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings,
Kobe in the game dunking on your team
Black Mamba, attack conquer
Basketball beast, rap monster
Crossover good, a turnaround jumper
Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers
You know where it's going, it's going down yo
This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown though
I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show
[Talking]
I'm definitely, I'm just lost for words
I mean, he's amazing
[Lil' Wayne]
Pass me the damn ball
I don't need a pick at all
And don't worry 'bout my shot
'Cause I'ma get that off
Yea, I drops 40 on your double team
Then I drop 81 on another team
Yeah, you better guard me with caution
And watch I work 'em like a auction
No such thing as exhaustion
No time for resting
'Cause I don't take breaks
I just break records
And I prefer the ball with 3 seconds
And I bet we gon' win it all in 3 seconds
Ya dig? That is a guarantee
Apparently
And please tell your defense
Don't ever man to man with me
Double team, triple team
Your defenders sick of me
But, I never let 'em get to me
Literally
Step back and give 'em a three
Ain't no defending me
[Reporter talking]
One guy certainly envious of the way Bryant's playing lately
LeBron James
[LeBron James talking]
I've been recorded saying that
He's definitely the best player in our league
Um, to me, in my eyes
The best scorer in our league
And there's not another guy in our league
That can accomplish some of the things
That he's doing
[Lil' Wayne]
Never take a day off
Catch you at the top of the key
And get a J off
Baseline facetime
Tongue out like two-three
Even two-three gotta love how I do me
Practice while you sleep
Practice in my sleep
Straight outta high school
Tha brackets ain't for me
I will be jumping over you
Like I got a mattress at my feet
And all the Phil Jackson teams
Better be passing it to me
I put the master in the beast
Attack you like a beast
I am starving for victory
And that means I'ma eat
And when they ask you who's the best
Then the answer should be me
[Elie Seckbach talking with Mikael Pietrus]
Reporter: Who's the best player in the NBA?
Mikael: Um, I'll say Kobe Bryant.
Reporter: Really? Why?
Mikael: Because you never know what you're gonna get
[Lil' Wayne]
Call me Mr. Clutch or Mr. Automatic
I can post 'em up, or Lamar go get the alley
I'm going for the ring
I'm going for the ring
I went to Beijing
And came back with the bling
Who they want? They want Kobe
And what he want? He want the trophy
The victory
And the glory
No Shaq
No Robert Horry
Now break 'em off, Kobe break 'em off
You better be where that Laker don't
Yea, just give him the ball and he take it off
Or he properly dishing it to Gasol
Or give it to D-Fish on the wing, yeah
Or just let lil' Ariza do his thing, yeah
'Cause I'm great, and so is my team, yeah
[I thought you want to be the greatest]
Do it for Magic
It's your time baby
I see nothing wrong with doing it four times baby
I'm the best yes
And he the best yeah
Don't worry LeBron - get 'em next year
Now what's defense,
To an assassin?
Killer instinct
Murder the basket
Then steal the ball back
Hold it for ransom
It's more than a game
This is a passion
Been a all-star, been a champion
Free throw line, you hear 'em chanting
MVP, MVP
Kobe Bryant aka Envy Me
In knee deep, smash any D
Whoever he is he can't guard me
He can't guard me
[Elie Seckbach]
(Lil Wayne - Verse 1)
Yeahh
Uh ohh
Yeahh
Hey Barbie, ah, ah, ah, are you into black men?
He- hey hey hey Barbie! Hey I can be your black Ken
Wow! 'Cause once you go black, you never go back
She wore her hair black, with curls in the back
Then she threw that ass back, back, back
Then I fell to the mat, and after that
Everything went black
(Nicki Minaj - Chorus)
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell 'em get the referee
'Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It's emergency
'Cause he can, get the knockout
Get the knockout
(Lil Wayne - Verse 2)
Hey Barbie, can I call you Barbara? Haha
Hey Barbie! Can I call you tomorrow, and today?
'Cause once you go black, you never go back
And once you go Wayne, everybody else is whack
Then she threw that ass back, back, back, then I fell to the mat
And after that everything went black
(Nicki Minaj - Chorus)
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell 'em get the referee
'Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It's emergency
'Cause he can, get the knockout
Get the knockout
(Nicki Minaj - Verse 3)
Awe fuck it
Give me that damn bucket
Wh-when I throw this pussy
You better not start duckin'
Oh yo
Hit 'em with the blow
Lo-look out in the crowd
And everybody's yellin' "NO!"
Grab him by his locks
And give us a good box
Hit him below the belt
I wanna give him good top
Top, top
Give him good top
Hit him below the belt
I wanna give him good top
1,2,3
They yellin' 1,2,3
I done hit him with that motherfuckin' court two piece
Tell 'em, tell 'em to mop out
To late to cop out
Give him more head than tupee's that's the knockout
(Nicki Minaj - Chorus)
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell 'em get the referee
'Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It's emergency
'Cause he can, get the knockout
Get the knockout
(Lil Wayne - Outro)
So just knock me out
So just knock me out
Yeah
Just knock me out
So just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
I pop my trunk and everybody get to running,
The "fireman" bitch like my body in the oven.
I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin to get a dozen.
My name like honey, it got all the bitches buzzing.
The neck of the barrel is so long and narrow,
And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin and munching like Farrel.
Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow,
I stay high, but on-point like an arrow.
Street nigga baby Im in love with the gravel,
Money gives me life like the man with the gavel
I'm straped at home, I'm strapped when i travel
I pop my trunk and make the bitches spread like cattle
(I got King Kong in the trunk)...and i feed him banana clips,
And he sing like Gladys Knight and the Pips
Im just sticking to the muthafucking manuscript,
Understand im tryin to get the chips and the dip.
Better know i hold that gun with a Panther grip,
My hollow bullets got tips like a dancer bitch.
Where my money? Where my money? You need to answer quick,
Or I'll get back on my ransom shit. (Put him in the trunk)
So you'll be laying ontop of speakers.
Holes all in you like an old pair of sneakers.
Before I do a day, on the edge, I will leap first.
Bet you any money that I will land feet first.
Married to the Benjamins, battle all my enemies,
Riding with Big Foot, Harry, and the Hendersons.
Godzilla, King Kong...and if i have to park,
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world and nigga, and I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK47 is my fucking address
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring them in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick them off they might be hot, swish
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch
In the red, 9-11 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought he were bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she say she finnin' cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see you looking with your looking ass nigga
You don't know the rules, kill them all and keep moving
If I die today, it'd be a holiday
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip your ass apart, then I put myself together
Y-M-C-M-B, Double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch going to bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
Ain't it funny, mama? Only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather around, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied
[Jadakiss]
I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your thing
[Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah I'm f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out
[Lil Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby power
Two glock 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
It's better to give, but we don't give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date nigga
I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, tempur-pedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage
It's young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
( background music)
What Up Doe?
Hahaha.
Yeah!
This is No Ceilings, man, Welcome.
I appreciate you for having this, if you got this, if your listening to this.
Thank you.
First off, this is for You..You-You-You.
As always.
Is a big thank you for coming out to all the nights and days on tour.
Tours actually.
For come and supporting me every single night,
Even if you didn't come to the tour, jus-just Thank you.
And Uhm...
That's that GuddaVille playing in the background,
my nigga Gudda Mixtape, go get that shit.
And uh...
I ain't gonn' talk to much...
So...
Ima get back to this blunt.
And you get back to the Mixtape.
No Ceilings!
[Chorus:]
Oh my what a night I'm a wake up in the morning like oh, oh [x2]
She super fine she looking at me
With them light brown we in the back seat
Shawty body shaped like a figure eight
Yeah that pussy great
She bout to get ate
[Verse 1:]
It was a Friday
I was on the highway
Riding to that Kanye
That's when I saw a bad bitch ridin right behind me
And I slowed down so she can be beside me
Like beep beep Shawty you sweet shawty Lets pullover and meet shawty
Gas station, gas on me.
And you know that ain't cheap shawty
You deserve 93 shawty
You deserve me shawty
So tell that other nigga
He can leave like a tree falling
And when it comes to love Baby I'm free falling
Did I leave my eyes In yo pussy cause I see me all in, it
And I put her to bed
And now she sleep walking
And she never answer her phone
Not even if E.T. calling
Man you should see darlin
She like a sea dolphin
Splash splash shout out bird gang
She ball
And I just try to be her
coach or somethin
Cop' her 20 hand bags
Out of coach or something
First class flight
Get her out of coach o something
How bout vacation
Round my by bon voyage
And With no snowtra something
Yeah
And tell yo man he don't
Owe me nothing
Tell him open his eyes I gotta show him something
I started riding
Like a dirty dozen
Have a feeling like she Oprah cousin haha
But fuck money
I give her mostly loving
Then I'm Gone before the sun.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
It's next Friday
I'm on the high way
Ridin to that shawty
I see a bad bitch up in a Hyundai
I said "baby you supposed to be up in my place"
She startd laughin
I got the joke late
Look I just want ta tie u down with this rope braid
Lil mama so cool
I call her Snowflake
I fuck her so good on that Colplay.
Now what you kno bout it
What you know about it
It ain't what you know about it's how you go about it
An I go about it like Im about it.
Like I'm sho about it
Like I'm so about it
Baby I can take you
Farther than your fantasy
Maybe one day I can be the father of your family
I can handle all the extremities
She remember me ohww
[Chorus]
Oh! [guitar solo strts]
Ohhh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
I am not a human being
[Verse 1:]
Re, Re, Reporting from anotha world
Look up in the sky and see me porting wit a cova girl
She know that is fly after I’m through then its anotha girl
I can make your wife and your sister **** your brother girl
Rock Star ******
Check out how we rock
And if this ain’t Hip Hop
It must be Knee Hop
I’m higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree top
I make da nina sing like “shoot a du dee wap”
You want the facts daddy? well I truly do need pop
And I get my candy from your girlfriend’s sweet shop
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run ************, Cuz we not
Yeah you bitches better run til your feet stop
And I’m so, fed up wit street cops
I’m colder than a ski shop
I’m holdin’ on to the top
And even if I let go
I still wanna G rock
[Chorus:]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not a human being
[Verse 2:]
Haha
Rock Star Baby
Now come to my suite and get lock jaw baby
I can knock your boots and your socks off baby
News flash ya boyfriend a knock off baby
Ok, Real **** you can get knocked off baby
I’m like a champagne top I’m ready to pop off baby
You really lucky I don’t kill if its not for baby
Got so much money, I can look at the cops all crazy
Rock star **** for my rock star ***
Got a tub full of money that’s a rock star bath
Then I use more money to wipe my rock star ***
Then I throw it in the garbage that rock star trash
I wouldn’t try you
I wouldn’t lie dude
I must be sticky cuz them bitches got they eyes glued
Beep beep ***** I’m so motherfuckin da mu
Starin’ at em long like “***** i will climb you!”
I stand tall like a motherfuckin 9′2
I scream motherfuck you and who ever designed you
And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to
And we don’t die we multiply and then we come divide you
[Chorus:]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank god that I am not basic
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not a human being
[Verse 3:]
Ughh
I’m rockstar Bad
With my rock star glasses and my rockstar plaid
The school of hard rock I’m a rockstar grad
And my kids, are bout to have a rockstar dad
Now momma let them titties bounce like rocks off glass
And if you do I probably call ya like shots off glass
Don’t jump into my water cuz your knot wont last
I swear I’ma be like a shark that chomp on bass
Rock star life
Rock star Bright
And in the mosh pit is how a rockstar fight
So jump in this ***** and catch a rockstar right
And the cops could never violate a rockstars rights
Yea, now I’m back on my grizz
And yalls a bunch of squares like a muthafuckin grid
And errybody get it, well me I get rid
Of he who say he get it, and then I get his
No marquee but this is big Biz
And I scream **** it, whoever it is
Ain’t no muthafucka deeper than me ***** dig
And I thank god everyday that my children are rich kids
[Chorus:]
I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank god that I am not basic
Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush
Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss
This and that 'bout such and such
Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust?
I'm tired of the hoot and hollerin'
I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins
Then take a female to the island
Then take her clothes off and do the 'inas
Yeah, now she harem with them other bitches
I told 'em mind her fuckin' business
Said she probably out there fuckin' niggas
I'm fuckin' her friends, now her friends ain't even fuckin' with her
Damn, she text me all day and night
So pissed off, she ain't even spellin' shit right
I text her back and tell her it's life
Now somebody tell them ho's I'm single for the night
Yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
And I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
Uh, dreads braided to the back
I'm chillin' but my swag on full attack
And my girl actin' like a brat
So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back
She hate it when I do that shit
And when I get home she go through my shit
She call numbers back to see who that is
Man, I hate it when she do that shit
Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers
Now make me take this Polo off
Girl, you can get broken off
Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it all
Swimmin' trunks and bathing suits
Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth
Don't want to fuss, ain't tryin' to fight
Man, somebody tell 'em ho's I'm single for the night
Y-yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't trippin' on nothi'g, I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
A-and I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
Now she got on her "fuck 'em" dress
And I got on my double-breast
And he been fussin' all day with her
And I make her feel special like a place kicker
She want to be Weezy F. Babysitter
Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her
I say hold up, she say she just playin'
Then I falls in that pussy like quicksand
Uh, hot sex and cold wine
She left that nigga hangin' like a clothes line
I cut my phones off, both lines
It's about to get nasty, pork rinds
She came hard, both times
We both say we single and we both lyin'
We both frown, but it feel right
Put your hands up if you're single for the night
Yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't trippin' on nothin', I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, y-yeah, I'm single
And I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't trippin' on nothin', I-I'm sippin' on somethin'
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your hands up
I-if you're single, put your
If you're single tonight
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your hands up
IM GOiN iN LYRiCS
by Lil Wayne Ft. Drakeand Truth
VERSE 1
(Lil Wayne:)
Yeahh....Uhhuhh....um Uhhuhh...ok, hello mothafucka hey hi how ya doinn its weezy f. baby come to take a shit and urine on the toilet bowl bitches, pussy ass niggaz steppin on this beat like a mothafuckiin sigma bad to the brizzle hat to the rizzle im so official all i need is a whistle bitch named Crystal let her suck my pistol she open up her mouth and then i blow
her brains out you aint met a nigga like me probably never will ryderz rollin wit me like eleven wheels find out where you livin kill you in the kitchen the fedz tryna clip us but we aint even trippin
CHORUS
(Lil Wayne:)
Im goin in, im goin in, im goin in, im goin in
and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard
Bitch im goin in, im goin in, im goin in, im goin in
and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard.
VERSE 2
(Drake:)
First off you know what it is if you heard Drake makin hoez wobble like a bridge in a earthquake never see me out cuz i live in my workplace i give you tha business so button up your shirt straight lookin where i landed you would think i planned it im just doin me and you
can never understand it chicks get hammered big dick banditt money flowin like a slit wrist no bandage blowin purple clouds nigga im so sky high i aint cuttin anybody slices outta my pie outta this world though im so SciFi and i dont sit still i keep it movin like a drive-by i just tell the truth and so im cool in every hood spot twenty one years and i aint never met a good cop me and Wayne lean like Kareem doin hook shots cover me im goin in im fuckiin when the hook drops
CHORUS
(Lil Wayne:)
Im goin in, im goin in, im goin in, im goin in
and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard
Bitch im goin in, im goin in, im goin in, im goin in
and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard.
VERSE 3
(Jeezy)
Truth feelin like freshman who already who already need a letter man, late night with ya girl?
fuck a boy she spendin out one more with a better man, no my money strech like I got rubber bands?
nah, ain't gunna loose a bone in me baby, number one to the top with a rocket like grady,
bitch call me truth others call her old lady, barbra car her name shes a pussy you crazy?
yeah I'm back next swing call me tiger woods, fresh center hollywood, young still in hood, never left the hood
CHORUS
(Lil Wayne:)
Im goin in, im goin in, im goin in, im goin in
and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard, and imma go hard
Bitch im goin in, im goin in, im goin in, im goin in
Yeah
Ok I'm strapped
Get 'Em
Black Hat, Black Shades, Black Diamonds Oh Behave
No he can't with the fuckin seats back
Got the paint job tho
And the fuckin seats cracked
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm a d-boy
Bitch I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm Gone
Thinkin' of a masta plan
I get money but I'm thinkin of a fasta plan
I'm tryin' to cash it in
I got 5 in thet garbage can and the Wrap Saran
I need cash advance
See I know three sold
The other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot ass fuckin sadan
Windows rolled down no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listenin for shit but sirens
I ain't tryin to get to my ships sunk fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards
It ain't nuthin to a boss
The niggaz in the hood tryina floss and ya head gotta cost nigga
Take a loss nigga
SS five five all black with the top chopped off dat
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryin to prove nuttin I'm jus tryin to move somen
See we cookin' up a thousand grams
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
Triple color with the platinum jam
50 birds homeboy in the back of a van
A hundred grand in rubberbands
We got them birds in the coffee cans
We got the whips wit the extra clips
Got bitches outta state niggaz flippin them bricks
Been in the caddy been in the alley
Nigga been on the block
Right in front of mrs gladdies (?)
Nigga know bout hustlin'
Know bout stuntin
Did the curb servin shyned every summer (Biatch)
Been on front, been in the back
Nigga roll wit ducktape and ride wit the mac
We see these haters like fuck them niggaz
We made men millionaire hustlin our nature
8 AM open my eyes
Yeah kick my bitch tell her open the blinds
And I'm, over the stove at 9
Yeah I'm cookin breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine
Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce
Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce (damn)
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bently sittin' low as I wait for ya
I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper---boy I will take ya
For the right paper--boy I will take her
Shake her--tape her--waist up
Send her to the money she be back before I wake up
Get cha cake up
Y'all niggaz lame ducks
Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin the game up
My name wayne what
Hot boy flame up
Featuring: Drake, kid kid
It may not mean nothing to yall (Yeah)
but understand nothing was done for me (the blunt is lit)
so I dont plan on stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne... ever mayne.... ever mayne... ever mayne (Young Money)
Im shuttin shit down at the mall (we so strong)
and tellin every girl she the one for me (Yeah)
and I aint even planning to call
I want this shit forever mayne... ever mayne.... ever mayne.. ever mayne
Lil' Wayne:
shit nigga, this is what I does
I swear I aint lyin, like this is my cubs
this is my tub, and I am dirty then the summer bitch
Weezy F Baby always lookin like I done some shit
you aint on nothin bitch, better know who you fuckin with
try to fuck me, I kill you and who you comin with
no homo, T.I. had to go stupid
im on them high hills, and I am no Boosie
collins avenue riding with the phantom roof gone,
auto made back two tone,
and my rims are too grown, that mean they 24's boy
what are you on? im richer than a bitch without the grey poupon
yeah... im talkin out of my head,
I make a blue eyed bitch, just admire my red
im a blood mothafucka, a blood mothafucka
forever like E T C period mothafucka
It may not mean nothing to yall
but understand nothing was done for me
so I dont plan on stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne... ever mayne.... ever mayne... ever mayne
Im shuttin shit down at the mall
and tellin every girl she the one for me
and I aint even planning to call
I want this shit forever mayne... ever mayne.... ever mayne.. ever mayne
Drake:
I tell em
I am so unsigned, it would blow ones mind
cuz ever single record I am so unkind
there are no holds barred, there is no love loss
nigga this that crack and you know drugs cost
so P A Y U P, I dont think youll ever find another nigga like me
never L I E, I got everything I tell em I got
this young nigga show boat, like im sellin a yacht, ya heard me?
who else trying to smoke? ya nigga me too
cuz take my mind off the pressure is what weed do
ya girl wetter than the bottom of a ski doo
and take a bitch from any nigga is what we do
so bite down hoe or get the right dentist
I told Wayne im going in like a life sentence
and understand I send shots to who its ment for
never had a mentor, copy that 10-4
It may not mean nothing to yall
but understand nothing was done for me
so i dont plan on stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne. ever mayne. ever mayne. ever mayne
Im shuttin shit down at the mall
and tellin every girl she the one for me
and I aint even planning to call
I want this shit forever mayne... ever mayne.... ever mayne.. ever mayne
Kid-Kid:
Ha Kid-Kid
put on my O.J. gloves and go on kill this shit
make a plumber throw his plunger, like I cant deal with this shit
uh, they say im throwed off I stay on pitch
uh, the flow aint formal, I dont slack on shit
bitch im back on my shit like a fly
since you want to be fly, throw you off the roof fly! ha
like cookie take a dookie on the rapper loose leaf
and throw the trash ad out the window like mookie
to a shark your just sushi, you ain't hard your coochie
wally oochie, soft as new born bootie
I said the movement slow, im just thinking fast
look back, I ain't behind ya, im bout to lap your ass
and nigga I dont rest, im up till my times up
i've been a tech shelfer, all my beef prime cut
this aint punch lines, nigga your punch is lyin
cuz the only punch you ever gave was Hawiian ha
It may not mean nothing to yall
but understand nothing was done for me
so i dont plan on stoppin at all
I want this shit forever mayne...ever mayne.... ever mayne... ever mayne
Im shuttin shit down at the mall
and tellin every girl she the one for me
and I aint even planning to call
now let me start by sayin i don't like this beat,
but i weatha the storm ima lightening streak,
uh, weezy f. baby i do it big weigh me,
dem crazy freaky b***hes tryin to Cirque Du Soleil me,
got some new b***hes trial got em laughin,
the one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket,
shotgun on the kitchen table bullet shells in the cabinet,
f**kin wit me is like steppin on the tail of a dragon,
wet p***y is my cabin more b***hes than a pageant,
i keep a house full nicca call me bob saget,
spendin time backwards hotter than a cactus,
and we aint in the building we the f***in contractors,
Y Y-M motherf***er why hate it,
youngmoney down your throat you gotta stay hydrated,
quarterback weezy young Tom Brady,
open up yo mouth and catch a bomb baby,
good morning dude eagle street corner tune,
long doe no short bread no larnin doon,
im warnin you we on the move,
bunch of female dogs and garden tools,
thats b***hes hoes hospital full,
sick of my flows,
hip hip hop was washed up so i bought some change to finish my load
i load millions and more millions,
Young money mothaf**ka
uhh huh
thats right
now dont you know
ima beast
eastside
up in tha beat
Straight from the bottom of the cut
i give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me
one man with no weopon at war, but im an army
my flow is capital attention lieutenant your penit pension
and they demolished that invention
you better get your dollars up
and guess what, i was up
i get my cheese like mickey mouse
or else you better donald duck
like a shooting range target
i get all kinda bucks
be my shooting range target
nigga i got good luck
nigga bye bye good luck
got your momma shook up
lil bad ass nigga, who thought popeye wasn't tough
im on that lala twist it up
im on that syrup slow it down
and i like four freeks too, and i aint young jock but its going down
i buy that marijuana field, then i just smoke it down
big bad wolf yes i just blow it down
no homo and to holly grove i will hold it down
like a circle of knives i got the sharpest flow around
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know they cant f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know they cant f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)
Bitch im Mack Maine
I got tha heart of a king, blood of a slave
feel like i been there before, my second time to the grave
but its one life to live, thats why im gettin paid
off a flow thats priceless, i just got it appraised
spit like i need a raise
blaze as i gaze, at the stars and ask the lord
why the culprit at the pall pit
it make me sick to my stomach
thats why i rap, like a pregnant woman i dont spit i vomit
so pay homage me and wayne two G's
like twenty hundreds
and we keep the semi's blunted
and we live like brothas from anotha
so f**k with him and mack gonna react like you did me something
thats a hint to you David
throwin shots at Goliath
this the new testament, where the victor is tha giant
so you should get your way and lose the hate
remember males shouldn't be jealous, thats a females trait
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know they cant f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
Future (I know)
[Lil Wayne]
She was the sweetest ever
Whatever happened to forever
She never say never, she rather say whatever
I’d rather stay together and she’d rather chase the devil
Now I’m left to race the rebel
Bartender make it several
Turn up the bass and treble
How ’bout I make it metal
I’m such a fatal fellow
And shes the reason why
Because without the muthaf-cker I’d die
I’d die, I’d die
So bury me today or tomorrow
Cause I’ve buried myself away
In the sorrow in May
I die before I wake
I pray I’m resurrected for her nightmares sake
But you love me
At least thats what she said
That whole weekend in my bed
But there was a speaker in my head
Saying “seek and you’ll be led”
But instead, instead I loved you
I was weak and mislead
I was deeper than dead
I was sinking in dread now I’m thinking in shreds
So I inked this in red
But she loves me
She loves me not
I hate love
Yeah I hate love
Oh my God
I hate love
I used to tell myself I wouldn’t do this to myself
Until I proved it to myself
And now I’m losing myself
I used to have my shit together but now
You see now, I with whatever
And now, you see, now, you with whoever, forever and ever
And everybody know I aint acting like I’m supposed
I’m attacking my own soul
I’m back in a lone mode
I’m back on that long road
And that road goes forever and ever
I don’t wanna love no more, spare me
You can have my heart its only dead beat
I’m sick of the love songs and the bullshit
When reality bites like a wolf bitch
She’s on top, she wanna kiss
She wont stop, she don’t wanna quit
Then I woke up and I wish I could sleep forever and ever
She loves me
She loves me not
I hate love
Yeah I hate love
Oh my God
I hate love
And I don’t want love, I don’t want love
I don’t wanna love no more
So if you see her you can have her
She’ll be outside my door
So tell a preacher, tell a doctor
I curse the very day you were born
[Lil wayne]
Girls that don't do girls, that's that shit I don't like
Lickin' them out, bitch eatin' her out, that's that shit my girl like
I'm layin' back with my feet up, bad bitch: D cups
All I had was one mile and she took half: prenup
I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pussy like a catalog
All my niggas wanna fuck, and she gon let us like a salad bar
Yeah that's right, real shit
Murderer I kill kill
Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk
I'm way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
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
You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in a corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, for a second you were here
Now you over there, it's hard not to stare the way you moving
Your body, like you never had a love, never had a love
When you is just a young'un your looks but so precious
But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you can't have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back ten times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder
See, you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in a corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, for a second you were here
Now you over there, it's hard not to stare the way you moving
Your body, like you never had a love, never had a love
You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions
You the one here talking to me, you don't wanna listen
But I admire your poppin' bottles and pimpin'
Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping
Baby, so don't be mad, nobody else trippin'
You seen a lot of crooks and crooks still crook
See, you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love
See I just want you to know that you deserve the best
You're beautiful, you're beautiful
Yeah, and I want you to know
You're far from the usual, far from the usual
See, you had a lot of crooks
Tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of moments
That didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of crooks
Tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of moments
That didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
Young mullah, baby
Umm, young mullah, baby
She says, do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin' who's on the other line?
You diss me every time
I tell 'em, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above a star
And now I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are
(Are, are)
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back
Up on the first flight
Right up out of town
Young mullah, baby
Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
(Oh oh eh eh)
Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
You love it, girl, I gotta take off
(Oh oh eh eh)
'Cause Imma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh
'Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne"
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver
(Hot revolver)
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone
I told her, I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
That's the problem
Oh my God, then Shorty be whillin'
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe
All of the things that she'll do
And all of the things
That she'll say to make me stay
And I be like, 'Damn'
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me
To outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
And then I send her on her way
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone
bitch i'm me american gangster
weezy f baby born in the manger
trouble is my friend i ain't foreign to danger
clip full of rings turn you boys into angels
shoot ya in your halo, shoot ya like halo
new orleans a-hole, frio, fuego
all about my bread like bagels
They know I'm raw like ?quelos?
ball like gay hoes
weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes
spit like nines, four fifths and 3 8 oh's
n-ggas want problems well I am problematic
it's back to picking cotton cuz you n-ggas cotton candy
I'm an eastside damu, deep water shamu
shoot you from ya head to your shoulders, shampoo
kush in the bamboo, p-ssy in the bedroom
pass that b-tch down like an airloom
tunechi
hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up
we hustle till night fall party till sunlight
Let's get fucked up
On the road to riches
You're just a speed bump
Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
Weezy smoke a tree down til it's just a
Tree stump. that eastside nigga
Bang on you bitches. I'm going at your neck
Strangle you bitches. got a long-ass
List full of bad-ass bitches and I stay
Burned out like a bad transmission
I'm on, like the lights I light up
The kush, knock out, mike tyson fight
I'm talking about ass and titties
Sex and the city
Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it"
You loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
? she give me einstein
Young money motherfucker, yeah we
Picked a fine time
I was 17, nigga. bitch, I don't mind a dime
I just ended up on every bitch's sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin deathwish
? in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no sean paul nigga
Let nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep a brian pumper, no homo
The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told mack I was gonna do it
Above the law, but under the influence
Man, I was on the skateboard
Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
Got behind her like a shadow
I had her ass up in the air
I swear I got the largest clip in the world
Right here in my gat
And I wish a nigga play
I'mma bust a nigga's ass
Hate young money? then fuck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball
Til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
Gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
"One big room full of bad bitches" x8
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don't lie
Bitch, I'm not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly
F-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I'm going at your collar
F-ck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a f-cking dope dealer
You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches...
(I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches)
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now don't be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.
I'm a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man
I'm just saying...
What's up baby?
I ain't trying to do nothing but get me grown man on
I ain't trying to hurt you, only if you want me to
Yeah, something like dat
Yea, what's happenin' baby I'm Lil' Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out tha navy now tha captain of my own team
Hop in this, machine, vanish from tha scene
Goddamn it I'm so manish, handle it like a standard
So put yo panties and yo pants my tha trash can
Romance on tha floor plans, yeah
We hold hands while we rollin'
Just tryin' to keep up wit tha program
Just trying to sneak up on ya, like how you doing ma'am
I'm a old soul, and a young man, we got to it and
We didn't stop 'til tha birds hit tha block
And she ain't never had it like that
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight so I can get my grown man on wit you
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
Now I don't really hit tha club but tonight I'll make an exception
For some reason I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction
I'm lookin' at you so hard, I could probably catch a charge
Feelin' tha way you walk when you move yo booty applaud, damn
I gotta keep my composure
I gotta untact my mission and handle business like a soldier
Young man, young money but tha money long
Current sitta hot spitta so grown
And yo perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout what you heard 'bout me and them other birds
Might have done a lil' dirt and left a few of them hurt
But whatever has occurred they all got what they deserved
And you don't rock like that them I can see it in yo eyes
If you ain't good for me then you wearing a disguise
'Cause tonight you lookin' like miss right
And I'm suppose to be a player for life, but I'll change for ya
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight so I can get my grown man on wit you
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And I'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through is what I owe you
So you should throw that ass back to me right now, yeah
Fly boy baby sit back relax and
Cruise wit a nigga thats tha nations satisfaction
Whose is it baby she say, "Weezy fucking baby"
I say, "yes and fucking these", she say, "Don't you ever leave"
I say, I say "But I got money on my mind"
Then I tell her never mind and we do it one more time
For a large amount of time
Long and won't stop til daytime come home, yeah
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight so I can get my grown man on wit you
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
You don't know about it, how I'm a grown man
Damn, look, that, oh, that right there
That's tha sunset girl, get cha visor
Where those Chanell shades I get you
You always losing things, and I'm always buying new things
I come a long way huh remember, remember dat block
Look at you, you think you all grown
You ain't no woman you a baby gurl, living in tha ladies world
And I'm a grown man, tha women understand
See what I go through is what I owe you
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a whole lot of money
Pop that p-ssy for me
My homie got that yopper
He'll bang it at a copper
Hey Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stove on my waist
Cook your ass up gourmet
All-black .44 — do you want foreplay?
I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my flag rose
Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose
No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm higher than a bitch
Feel like a climbed a f-cking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting
Shots hit him a minute ago
But his body's still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher
Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
I live in Miami, nigga
I'll South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh — that's how we ballin
You know that I'm loaded but please don't take a sweeter
Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on your money
Tell them hoes we coming
Before we get it popping
We ain't saving hoes, we swapping
Yea Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Big head Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"
How'd you get that money?
Stunna taught me that
The zan took me under
Patron brought me back
I'm leaning on you muthaf-ckers
Like I caught a flat
And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the lick read? I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of fresh air
Let the bitch breathe!
I'm trying to chillax
But I had to do it, dev
I'm at the funeral like
"I had to do it, rev!"
Mack you my big brother
I split a wig for you
Put that on the repeat
Until they bury me
Moment of clarity: yeah
That's my diamond game
I keep a fine bitch
Cause I like the finer things
F-ck with me slime
No brain on the whip
I've got nothing in mind
Carter 4, they ain't f-cking with mine
I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait
To make up for the time
[Verse 2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?
Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers
Iced out chain, bitch
I'm rich off that same shit
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I'll graze em
Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles
On like a cradle and you niggas can't stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
Bitches still Westside
Shouts out to Weezy
Young BasedGod with that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch
With that tiny shirt mane
And the tiny pants mane
I'm on BasedWorld and I f-ck with cash Money my niggas.
Don't understand man
The game like a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man
Bra off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter
My life just a painting
And I paint you a picture, mane
Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt music: bitch, I just do's it
It's Lil B and I'll muthaf-ckin prove it
I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section
You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby
Yeah, hello, yeah! Young, young
Young, young
Young Mula Baby
Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Now I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I did it bout
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it Now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
Young Money, Lil Wayne, then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it out alright tomorrow don't worry
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Here we go, one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I?ma be clapping all night in this bitch
Lights off, man it's on
Creep saw me, she smiling
He muggin', who cares
?Cause my goons are right here
It?s nothin? to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice, they yell, "Skate Wayne!"
She wanna f**k Weezy
She wanna rape Wayne
Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Like ehh!
Everybody say, "Mr. Rain Man
Can we have a rainy day?"
Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella
Ella, ella, ella, eh!
Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick
But you no one ain't trickin? if you got it
You know we ain't f**king if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
So Rolex watch this I do it 4 5 6 my click
Clack goes the black hoe pimp
And just like it I blow that shit
?Cause bitch I'm the bomb like tick tick
Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes, aha!
Featuring: Drake
Sound like my mic is right
I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men
Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy world so I stay in mine
And nigga's don't cross the line, nigga's stay in line
Like welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, nigga, hell yeah
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide, baby
That's more tear drops, call me cry baby
What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I'm the young god, swagga un-flawed
Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the front yard
Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and make it come hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup
Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch like zeta phi beta motherfucker
Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Man, I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now
I let my goons rush ya like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball hard even with five fouls
Yeah, we in this bitch like tampon's
Dump you in the woods, now get yo' camp on
Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on
Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin' on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join
Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band, call that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears
Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
W-wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
I am spendin' much more than
I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryin' to figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell that magazine stop askin' me
I be with the dread, with the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the colour red like a fuckin' low battery, okay
Nigga peep the shit I'm wilin' on
I be with your baby momma, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone, okay
I will break your fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' mileage on
And we about to kill 'em C4, Mr. Carters home
Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some asshole nigga's, call us diarrhea
The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' like a Chia
Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talkin' that shit I'ma see ya
She Said, "Oh"
She Said, "Woo"
I Said, "So?"
She Said, "No"
She Said, "Go
You Got To Go"
I Said, "I Know"
She Said, "No"
(Screams)
(Breakdown)
And Every Time I'm With This Chick
We Fuck Like We In A Relationship
I Want To Stay Forever, But
(Chorus)
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Tina's And The Gina's
The Lisa's And Teresa's
The Keyshia's And Alishia's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Judy's And The Suzy's
The Stacy's And The Tracy's
The Ana's And The Hannah's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
Again
I Love Them And Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them
(Verse 2)
"Hey"
She Said, "Hey"
I Said, "Pay"
She Said, "No Way"
Me I Said, "Stay"
She Said, "Wait"
She Said, "Pay"
She Said, "Stay"
Yeah
(Break Down)
And Every Time I'm With This Chick
We Act Like We In A Relationship
I Want To Play Forever But
(Chorus)
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Tina's And The Gina's
The Lisa's And Teresa's
The Keyshia's And Alishia's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Judy's And The Suzy's
The Stacy's And The Tracy's
The Ana's And The Hannah's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Again
(Break Down)
To Meet A New Friend
Just To Find My Self
I Hide Myself, Girl
So I Guess I Pretend
Like Im Into Me
And The Game Open, With;
(Chorus)
The Tina's And The Gina's
The Lisa's And Teresa's
The Keyshia's And Alishia's
Yeah
The Judy's And The Suzy's
The Stacy's And The Tracy's
The Ana's And Diana's
Yeah
(Close)
The Ange's And The Tange's
The Tamie's And The Camie's
The Dora's And The Nora's-es
Yeah
The Molly's And The Dolly's
The Maggie's And The Sandie's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
Again
Again
Fuck pusha t and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him
Gut him, lil tunechi shit, weak stomach
It's me, lt, like when you heat butter
Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
I'mma alien, I hope you ain't the prince of bel air
That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South beach bitch and I tan line stupid
You could find me on collins like bootsy
I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that truk fit
Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six
All I ever see is ben franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with chase
You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all
Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin' nerf ball
Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy
(feat. Babyface)
[Chorus: Babyface]
I'm not saying this to shake you up
I'm just saying this to wake you up
It's all good when we making love
All I ask is don't take our love for granted
Cause granted, my love for you is real
If you don't love me, somebody else will
Baby girl, don't you ever get too comfortable,
Comfortable
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah to the left to the left
If you want to leave be my guest, you can step
Feeling irreplaceable listening to Beyonce
But okay, I'll put you out on your BDay
Now if you rocking with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe
I got game like EA
But I want to let you play
And don't I treat you like a soufflé
Don't I look at you like I see a new day
And don't I do what I do
Say, I'm through talking so I'm a let you, Face
[Chorus: Babyface]
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah let me catch my breath
Talk about leavin' and you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
And I'm a send a jet to pick up the next
And if you leave, you're leaving the best
So you would have to settle for less
And I am no Elliot Ness,
I don't handcuff, I don't arrest
I do confess to the murder, see
Cause under them sheets I am a mess
Yes, baby you're blessed
Now just don't jump your nest (come on)
[Chorus: Babyface]
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat
I will never 1, 2, 3 4-get
About you, your love, your sex
You know I work you out like Bowflex
Our jokes, no stress
Love, live life, proceed, progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect
Your back, your neck
Funny how that song haven't got old yet - to us
So let's project
You stay in, never incorrect
FACE!
[Lil Mouse]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
[Lil Wayne]
I'm rollin, all my niggas rollin,
Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan
I'm cuttin up like scissors
Comin down hard like blizzards
I'm getting head while giving head that's a head on collision
I'm on a pain pill
I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain't forreal, Like a fire drill
Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel
That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone
Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone
I'm lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don't lie, except 5-0
Different color Trukfit shirts
You niggas pull down your skirts
If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke.
[Hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
[Lil Mouse]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My niggas rollin for for features; that bitch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad?, yea nigga
.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
Glock 40 I'm tuckin it; I'm rolling with my hitters
I'll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the.30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol hit his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left
[Hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
[Lil Wayne]
Runnin around with my gangstas, Runnin up in these yellow hoes
Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors
It's pussy, money, and kush,
Skateboards and shrooms
These niggas think they the shit,
These niggas perfume
Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove
I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed
We don't cut the coke, that's diet coke
These niggas broke, I'm paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tounge is like a surf board, and her pussy is like a wave pool
Tunechi!
Yea, real rap, real rap fo ya
Lighters up, lets get 'em
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you (straight to the head man)
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible (yea)
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on (cry momma, ya momma)
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya
He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya
Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to
It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor
Standin on stage in front of thousands
Don't amount to me not havin my father
That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em
But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em
And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard
I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathin
But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin
Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it
Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em
There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy
Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)
Smoke cush all day and pop painkillers
Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us
This what the streets showed us
This how the block made us, the same block where they layed 'em
I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me
Lord will I be next for the taking? Take me
I know I'm livin like I know when I'm comin
But I'm just livin cause I know that it's comin
And the end is comin, but I ain't runnin
I and hidin and duckin, I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it
I'm just speakin from the heart of the diein public
We still beatin, we gon rise above it
Though it seem like they cheatin and we loosin
We survive if nothin, they could never take the stride from strugglin
I gotta ride
And sometimes that ride get bloody
But I just think about my buddy and go after that money, but uhh..
Ohhh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, gotta get over
it's almost over, and we gon be alright
(I gotta get over, I gotta get over, cause bitch I'm a soldier)
Straight Patrone out the bottle to the head now
We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now
And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now
I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds
Now I gotta walk around, brim down
Just tryin to find my way to the next day, escape
Ya birthday could be ya death date
So I'm livin like it was just yesterday, let's pray
Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together
It's murda murda, I don't think it get better
So be a competitor or get out the weather
Me? I got a umbrella and a berretta
I'm just tryin to make sure my daughter future progressin
And behind that, I'm shootin excessive, trust me
The beautiful dead, we livin wit the ugly
I just tell my pops wait for me, I'm comin
Thooouugh, though I'm missin you
I'll find a way to get through
I know livin without ya is impossible
Gooonnee...I know you gon live on
Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)
(I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over
but I'm a soldier, so I gotta over
can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over)
They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime...cause I don't wanna see nothin! Yea..
Like I said, life ain't nuttin but a long extended road, keep drivin
I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road, no help, keep goin
Yea...Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin...yep...
Weezy
What up pop. What up pop.
Fuck what they heard it's what they need to know nigga
(They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!)
Ya feel me. Hey nigga we done built this.
Shit from the ground up now homie
Believe that daddy. It ain't no looking back from here. We too strong
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
'Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggaz still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark, yeah)
And that's the only way we get down (We get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggaz still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark, fuck a law, oh!)
'Cause that's the only way we get down
I down down a brother we ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft
Bullets separate ya body compound a busta
I'ma find ya if ya hiding I'm a bounty hunter
In ya home putting dick all down ya woman
You come home we in the bedroom counting money
I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggaz take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash Money son I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though hat low Nike is leather
Lil' maw twist to get my life together
Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we night together Cut!
Throw my weight like Sherman Klump
I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to pump
Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up
I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up
Business mug gotta get my loot up
Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up
One by one I push 'em down fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town
Like that bitch!
I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game
I dead any mane if he said any thing but it's cool as long as nigga paid when he came
And I'm a fool wit the flame and the caine
Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yeah
Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess yes
I'm still here in the flesh 21 year old legend I'ma live way after my death
I sacrifice whatever that's left
I give ya'll the last of my breath like...
Write it down take a picture record a copy
Press pause only way you stop me fucker
I'ma get mine and make you not me
Spit wine at ya face if you watch me Bitch!
And that's the only way we getting down nigga Cash Money CMB man
You already know we here never left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm at home all day man. It's not a game
Stunna, what's really good with 'em we ain't never let 'em take our food away
Fresh you nasty on this on dawg. Ugh
Uh huh, I'm back what cha, uh whatcha gon do now?
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fucking with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passing em out now and you can't have that
And my chain Toucan Sam
That tropical colors you can't match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why, that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember the name
It's Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds
I'm hot but the car cool
She wet that's a carpool
Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse
Don't snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya new girlfriend is old news
Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
Now watch it melt don't burn ya self
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Ridin' by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180
Half of the game too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry-grape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton
Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
They running for too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime... hot
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
I like a long haired thick red bon
Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy
I'm a get in and on that pussy
If she let me in I'm a own that pussy
Go'n throw it back and bust it open like you 'posed to
Girl I got that dope dick
Now come here let me dope you
You gon' be a dope fiend
Your friends should call you dopey
Tell 'em keep my name out they mouth if they don't know me
But you can't come and tunecha
I'll fuck the whole group
Baby I'm a groupie
My sex game is stupid
My head is the dumbest
I promise
I should be hooked on phonics
Haha
But anyway I think you're bionic
And I don't think you're beautiful
I think you're beyond it
And I just wanna get behind it
And watch you
(back it up and dump it back-
Back it up and dump it back)
[Chorus:]
Cause we like her
And we like her too
And we like her
And we like her too
And we like her
And we like her too
And we like herr
And she like us too
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
[Drake:]
Alright
(ohh ohhh)
She be jumpin up and down
Tryna fit that ass in
Took her half an hour
Just to get that belt to fasten
All they want to talk about is partyin' and fashion
Every single night I have a dream that I am smashin'
Them all
Young Money man this shit so timeless
And I'm in the mood to get faded so please bring your finest
And what are all your names again we drunk remind us
Are any y'all into girls like I am let's be honest
She wants me she wants me
Cause I got it all shawty tell me what you don't see
I will fuck with all y'all
All y'all are beautiful
I just can't pick one so you can never say I'm choosy hoes
And Wayne say pussy pussy pussy
And weed and alcohol seem to satisfy us all
Damn
And every time I think of staying with her
She bring that friend around that make a nigga reconsider man
[Chorus]
[Jae Millz:]
I ain't being disrespectful baby I'm just being Millz
And I don't know how fake feels so I gotta keep it real
I just wanna fuck every girl in the world
Every model every singer every actress every diva
Every house of diddy chick every college girl every skeezer
Stripper and every desperate housewife that resemble eva
My role model was will
So married boy I'm in the milf
It don't matter who you is miss
You can get the business
Haaaa
[Gudda Gudda:]
These hoes is gods gift like Christmas
I like 'em caramel skin long hair thick ass
And I swear I'm feelin' all y'all
I'm scrollin' down my call log
And I'm a call all y'all
My butter pecan Puerto Rican
She screamin' out "papi" every time a nigga deep in
And I'm about to get my Bill Clinton on
And Hilary can Rodham too boy I gets my pimpin' on
[Chorus]
[Mack Maine:]
And bitch I'm Mack Maine -aine -aine -aine
Sanna Lathan
Megan Good
Angelina Jolie
D Woods
For free suites I'd give Paris Hilton all-nighters
In about 3 years, holla at me Miley Cyrus
I don't discriminate, no not at all
Kit kat a midget if that ass soft I break her off
I exchange V cards with the retards
And get behind the Christian like DR cause he are
Mack Mizzo
Baby
Cause he are Mack Mizzo
Baby
[Chorus:]
Cause we like her
And we like her too
And we like her
And we like her too
And we like her
And we like her too
And we like herr
And she like us too
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?
Is that really a question
Do you really have that written down in your notepad
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me girl
I smell like money
See, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thang)
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner junior thats all I know thats all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way
Foreal
So hard I go I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block
I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure no help
So me so good so hard so felt
Feel me
And thats just my point right there
Thats what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and thats all that count to me you know
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life you know
C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black rambo
Fucking with the boy baby thats a cambo
If he won in vegas leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper
Gotta get it gotta have it
Once I got it I'mma spend it
Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is arayis
If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign
Feel me
And see thats where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean
I got that heat rock, foreal
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music
Thats because they ain't got that heat rock like me you know what I mean
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, foreal
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all foreal
And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya
That gone probably learn ya
To never ever ever - ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
Thats right I'm comming baby yeah hard as crack
Feel Me
And thats just what it is nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up
Thats how I was tought thats how I was brought up
and thats how I'mma go down
Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song
Featuring: Jae Millz, Drake, Mack Maine
I like a long haired thick red bone
Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy
I'ma get in and on that pussy, if she let me in I'ma own that pussy
Gon' throw it back and bust it open like you 'posed to
Girl I got that dope dick, now come here let me dope you
You gon' be a dope fiend, your friends should call you dopey
Tell 'em keep my name out they mouth if they don't know me
Huh, but you can't come until she, I'll fuck the whole group
Baby, I'm a groupie, my sex game is stupid, my head is the dumbest
I promise I should be hooked on phonics, yeah
But anyway I think you're bionic
And I don't think you're beautiful, I think you're beyond it
And I just wanna get behind it and watch you
(Back it up and dump it back, back it up and dump it back)
'Cause we like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and she like us too
And girl, I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
Yeah, alright
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
She be jumpin' up and down tryin'a fit that ass in
Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten
All they want to talk about is partyin' and fashion
Every single night I have a dream that I am smashin' them all
Young Money, man this shit so timeless
And I'm in the mood to get faded, so please bring your finest
And what are all your names again? We drunk, remind us
Are any y'all into girls like I am? Let's be honest
She wants me, she wants me
'Cause I got it all, shawty, tell me what you don't see
I will fuck with all y'all, all y'all are beautiful
I just can't pick one so you can never say I'm choosy, hoes
And Wayne say pussy, pussy, pussy
And weed and alcohol seem to satisfy us all, damn
And every time I think of stayin' with her
She bring that friend around that make a nigga reconsider, man
'Cause we like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and she like us too
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish, I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I ain't being disrespectful baby I'm just being Millz
And I don't know how fake feels so I gotta keep it real
I just wanna fuck every girl in the world
Every model, every singer, every actress, every diva
Every House of Diddy chick, every college girl, every skeezer
Stripper and every desperate housewife that resemble Eva
My role model was Will, so married women and milf
It don't matter who you is, miss, you can get the business, ha
These hoes is god's gift like Christmas
I like 'em caramel skin, long hair thick ass
And I swear I'm feelin' all y'all, I'm scrollin' down my call log
And I'ma call all y'all
My butter pecan Puerto Rican
She screamin' out "papi" every time a nigga deep in
And I'm about to get my Bill Clinton on
And Hillary can Rodham too, boy, I gets my pimpin' on
'Cause we like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and we like her too
(Hey!)
We like her, and she like us too
And oh, I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
(Hey!)
I-I wish, I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
(Hey!)
I-I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
(Hey!)
And bitch I'm Mack Maine -aine -aine -aine, and I like Meagan Good
Angelina Jolie, hah, D. Woods
For free suites, I'd give Paris Hilton all nighters
In about 3 years, holla at me Miley Cyrus
I don't discriminate, no not at all
Kit Kat a midget if that ass soft, I break her off
I exchange V cards with the retards
And get behind the Christian like Dee are 'cause he are
Mack Mizzo, baby, 'cause he are Mack Mizzo, baby
And I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
(I wish I could fuck every girl in the world)
Featuring: Eminem
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
And I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try but I'm cursed, so never mind
And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on, motherfucker
'Cause all this bullshit just make me strong, motherfucker
So I pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah, bitch, I'ma pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah, and I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
I know what they don't wanna tell you
Just hope you're heaven-sent and you're hell-proof
I, I'll walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is the stain they can't wipe off
My word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy, I put my burdens aside
So I pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah, bitch, I'ma pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah, and I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
It hurts but I never show, this pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall
When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream fuck 'em all
Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in
This roof is cavin' in
Uh, it's time to raise it, then
Your tasin' them with like pages in
My book of rhymes got 'em cookin'
Boy, this crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook
And scared to look in my eyes
I stole that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I
Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up
And butt fucked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
Fuck this fame, that ain't what
I came to claim but the game ain't
Gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another
I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe that
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my word so your fuckin' heads better nod
Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently, bitch, it's beddy bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die
My head is swolle', my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable, incredible
Hope you're trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast
Your fuckin' head'll spin, dog
I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'
So I pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah, bitch, I'ma pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah, and I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
[Boosie:]
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout, if you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make a nigga wonder sometime fa real (ohhh oooohh do it againnnn, do it againnn)
[Verse 1:]
Now if I ain't have shit would she still love, a nigga hair all nappy underarms musty, if I wasn't boosie bad ass would she still fuck me, tell the truth would me n you ever had an discussion, would you do it again, get away from all your friends, would you still be happy if I ain't have no bens sometimes I ask myself, would she forgive me for them other kids I had on her long night on the corner all the nights I jumped on her, chill mama but mama just a little girl, I'm 17 she 15 we having a little girl, she keep it guttah gotta give her dat, she say she tired but if she tired tell me why she ain't leave yet, never had a job over a week I really spoiled her when we go eat she beyonce and I'm sean carter, if I worked at burger king and approached you smelling like onion rings would she do half the things she done to me
[Chorus:]
If I could'ntgive you the finer thangs, the money and the whips and the diamond rings
Would you do it again
I wanna know, I wanna know
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
And if I didn't have my baller status
And if you didn't have the 7 [?]
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
[Verse 2:]
If she brought me home to her mama, she disagree with her decision, would you wild out if she threatened to put her child out, would she still go get them birds for me slang that syrup for me be at court extra early for me (sometimes I ask myself) put her on her first plane, told her do her thang took her to emmitt 5 g's on a pinky ring, if I wasn't boosie boo would she ride for me, would she had layed down took that pain and have that child for me, she kept it real from the start she ease my brain, was it the chain, was it the game, was it the name, she stayed faithful that's why I love her through thick n thin, made visits n commisary when I hit that pin, I had my homework she had her homework, she went from drawers to thong work I'm a fool with it, if I worked at mickey d's and hooked you up with a #3 would you be nice and give your number to me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
With all the money I got and all the whips that I buy if I ain't have nothing would you still be by my side, if I ain't have this status no purple jus reggie if I ain't have no daddy I'd be diggin [?], I'll still be selling off the store no fresh golds no fresh clothes no bad hoes sad hoes girl would you still be my hoe, no fendi no prada no gucci can't buy that would you still lay under me at night time in the projects, no diamond chains from emmit a honda no bentley, would you still go low if I ain't have this image no sean john cologne no deodorant my odor strong, would I fuck these red bones if I ain't have my bread long, rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck me, no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me, just rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck'd me no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me
kush...good kush
Weezy dip dip, wayne set set
And i grip techs leave em waterbed wet
And i know just where to put these hollow tips
His chest his chest his chest (gasp)
A yo i take on a gang of gangs
Anything animals arrangatangs
Gorillas turn to bathin' apes when i make it rain
I got a whole collection
I got a dope connection
I got a coke connection
I got a doe infection
No homo my flow is hard as an erection
So that's why it's fuck the world wit protection
Pay attention to the lecture my words carry life like a stretcher (yeah)
You know young wayne in here
Smellin teen spirit like kurt cobain is here (yeah yeah)
We got them thangs in here and we will bang in here (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And the bank is here linclon's here, grant is here, jackson's here, franklin's here them dead muthafuckas
And the drank is here, dank is here here, stank in here, gangstas here wankstas fear that red muthafucka
And my city hot ride wit da itchy cock
Coop wit the titties pop
Murda fo da city cop
And i got the hatas like when will he stop maybe a minute after never set ya clock
I'm a nut case uptown's my birthplace
They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday
We got vegas chips nigga bet bet
I hope you boys ready because i'm jet set
And when i come up in the building you already know bitch wet bitch wet bitch wet (fuck naw)
yeah
Yes umm gloves, drowes, socks, tees, all made by Ralph Lauren
No shades just my eyeballs watchin' em
Tattoos on top of them
Igloos for watches and champaign for breakfast
And sports cars for lunch and pussy for dinner
I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner (yeah)
Ask the paprazzi, i'm in a mazardi
Ridin shoty bad bitch, clyde and bonnie
I call her kami that's short for kamikaze
She call me daddy and never short wit daddy money
It's weezy babay shine like a brass monkey
I'm neva broke neva have a cast on me
Always paid always got cash on me
I gotta feed the pockets on my pants hungry
I'm a phantom haula, a shoota not a brawla
And your girlfriend's a determined carter caller
Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch or
I put her on a corner shit and let her make a prono flick
She would play the role again whenver she roll again
Pop a pill and roll again now we on the road again (yeah yeah)
I work her work her tell her be my slave
Bitch i'm paid out my cage
I just can't feel my face
Wit santana we wild ridahs like al qeada
Supreme dada young mula bird jr. (yeah)
Oh Yea
Cut the music up in the fones Drew
My hair is blockin' me
My shit growin' like my money....Hah
Let's Go
Yeazzzzirrr
Uh...Im so Dipset- Dipsouth Baby,
If you don't like it nigga, Fuck You wit a aids dick,
I hope you die 30 times, nigga murder moms,
No fast talk, Im on that syrup, im on that turpentine
If Killa say the Nigga Dead, then a Nigga Dead
If Stunna say the Nigga Dead, then a Nigga Dead
VIP-We be then niggas bangin in the red,
Dont drink krystile nomore, just pour it on white bitches head,
This aint no Tommy Hilfiger, This that Polo Hoe,
We are the biggest group alive to get that solo doe,
And we gon' get that dough untill they say theres nomore doe,
I smoke that ounce,
I got that bounce,
I got that pogo flow,
Just show a video wit R.Kelly but No Homo though,
Really didn't wanna do it but i fuck wit T, S, and Fat Joe Joe though,
I am a robot and this robot is on overload,
And bitch i always will be hot like im in overcoats,
Um..Dolla after Dolla,
Holla at ya Guala,
Im rollin like the stones,
I need a water bottle,
And if you need a pill,
T.Streetz and Carter got em,
Supply the whole party,
We got the party poppin,
We in New Orleans poppin,
We way in Harlem poppin,
In California poppin,
?? rockin skinny whore wit all them problems,
Bitch you can eat these pills and chill and tell me all about em,
Hold up my heart is knockin,
Don't worry water stops it,
Hold up your mouth is dry,
Don't worry water mops it,
I got a great idea,
We should have sex,
Bitch im like Dante Hall,
I just throw up the X,
My dick be still hard,
I be so up for next,
Thats when you slip up and fuck around, and fuck ya ex,
That be that bullshit,
But its the fuckin best!,
I get her to pop a pill,
And come and fuck the set!,
And I Fuckin Rap!
imma make it juice for you haha..chit..marley i be ya!!shout out to wassup! ummhmm.... im goin in
(lil wayne)
i gotta bitch name keisha she a real dick pleaser,but shawty fron cuba still workin on a visa. her girlfriend lisa met her in porta rica, how she dont suck dick but expect for me to eat her? that hoe crazy! man and you dont wanna met her, but her homee girl nita swallow cum by the litter, she look good in boyshorts and a beader. but this other girl quita way sexier den nita! i aint lyin she da..hottest bitch nita. but ima f**kin freeze her! yea, ima leave her, yea ima f**kin eagle flyer and deeper smoke like a co-heaper, ya hoe give me sarebral! now get low and touch ya toes for my people, if yoh aint f**kin them you aint f**kin me either! ya think ya man hot well me f**kin ?.so ya heard i got gwap wanna kick it like f.i.f.a., everyday christmas cause im smokin that reefa! keep a lot of bitches like queen latifah.i am southern land not ?.Y-M-E fa young money entertain...run dummy finna bang it! you want beef my money wil arrange it..i am not finna f**kin aim it! but dat nina raw shout for me when im angry..yah!, hollygrove beatch! sloppy like joe ya bettah go get g.i..all my guns knee high, m-o-n-e-y thats what i re-ly.. on.. im gone! he high yup im 3high, im jus schoolin the f**ks like de-vry college intitution,violance and confusion,stop with your excuses hip-hop i am seducein. eat ya like prodcers, or eat ya like produce, man i f**k ya girl till her pussy got no juice, now she cant produce. so you wont be needin that baby. cause all you really need is weezy f. baby!
(DJ drama)
ight let me vent for a min..see the problem i got with the game is, theres no gate keepers in hip-hop!! whose lettin these wack niggas in?? i mean can somebody please put a combination lock on the door? and stop givin out the code!!..got damn!!
hey millz show em how its done!!
(jae millz)
i knwe slick name target form arounnd the way, she used to go to catholic school back in the day,now she strippin in sue's for a stack a day, but she bring it all to daddy do thats okay,i gotta bitch name lola true dick smokah,part-time broker but at nite she work at strokers, her cousin name mocah got a insane spine, its crazy cause i f**ked em both at the same time, i even gotta bitch in the bay name jessica, swear she may give the best mouth in america, vanessa gotta attitude,but her ass mean, and she reminde me of this hoe i used to f**k name sabrina, ugly lil thang from the home of the ravens. i only kep her round cause her ass was amazin. tiffany and emily my bonifed sluts, when i cum they touch tounges and share dat nut. gotta white chick down in florida name sawsha, on my momma her head golden like an oscar. and i met her thru tosha, at the condo she let me f**k her on the washa. september nigga so you kno he nasty and if she nasty then we do the nasty..naw i tell a bitch like this you gotta take 10 dick for you meet the president, young money!
(gangsta grillz bastud)
(wayne)
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp,
Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp,
Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert,
Young Carter kill in order,who get it first
Stuff that girl wit d-ck till her head burst
Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy you ainÂ’t did sh-t I had done said worst
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
IÂ’m in the way you canÂ’t pass like Aaron Brooks
Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive,
IÂ’m on par 4
Spit hangin from my mouth retard flow
And I say what I want like an award show
IÂ’m on some shit ainÂ’t even come out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young or old their ainÂ’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uhh
[Verse 2]
Uh, IÂ’m about to go almonds,
young head bussa, get your helmets
You n-ggas real soft what is that velvet
I get big chips, you get Alvins
Uh, IÂ’ma bout to go walnuts,
we get seven digit money you can call us
Hit ‘em wit the choppa, watch ‘em ball up
Paint your face red, your all dolled up
Yeah, Young Nino n-gga,
I do it for my team Tim Tebow n-gga
IÂ’m killing this sh-t grim reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, IÂ’ma bout to go planters,
IÂ’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers, I will not lose
Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels
Uh, Gimme mine or Ima take mine
Smokin purple,I heard till the grape vine
Weezy Baby aka your highness, I just killed this shit
Moment of Silence, Uh
[Verse 3]
Uh, IÂ’m in the zone like a fastball,
and I f-ck the game like a bad call,
Let the money stack, donÂ’t let the cash fall
bars all day, no last call,
Uh, Im in the redzone n-gga,
wake up in the mornin with your head gone n-gga
Birdman Jr. wings spread on n-ggas,
leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home n-gga
Yeah, tell the doctor step aside please,
Dr. Carter gasoline in your IVÂ’s
Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed,
strong arm rap, I rock an iron sleeve
Uh,IÂ’m in the zone like the secondary,
no lie b-tch IÂ’m flyer than a pet canary
IÂ’ma dog on the beat f-ck the veterinary,
two women praise me like mary mary
Uh, IÂ’m in the zone like college ball,
spit fire like IÂ’m sippin on a molotov
Lose bowels, this sh-t so easy
(Jay-Z: I might send this to the mixtape Weezy)
Uhh,
hahahee,
No Ceilings
Young Mula
Happy Music
Happy People
Happy People
Everythings alright
Everything is alright
[Chorus]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a look and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for more, work hard today for a better tomorrow
I said who's that peeking in my window
Is that sunshine, is that one time
Let that sunshine through my living room
Hospitality is what I'm giving you
Harsh reality is what I've been through
But I'm not alone, ask her and him too
And they sure tell ya even better then the smell of a new day
And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky get dark
Then you don't see what he's trying to show ya
And I know the wall will seem tall but if we help eachother I guarantee we get over
And once I'm over, I'll reach back for my brother and pull him over aswell
Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
Hoping for that new day smell
Love live life
[Chorus x2]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a look and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for more, working hard today for a better tomorrow
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas
My blunt bigger than these lil niggas
Keep stuntin with your bitch ass
You'll get Jacked and Jilled, nigga
Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nigga
I'm spendin money, spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!
Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
[Verse 1]
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses
If she dont wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is that choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I dont fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks
Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house smell the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake
[Hook]
And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire
[Verse 2]
Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch
I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch
Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch something
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school
And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel Siamese
I like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like Kalis
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech
Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums oatmeal
I'm stuntin getting new money
Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em
I get better like fine wine im fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM
Lil' bitch
Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
Fuckin' fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
[Hook]
And let that kush burn let that kush
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire im in here getting higher
DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my li'l dog money
Thank god for that brown paper bag that
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (c'mon)
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks alarm today
I'm that bin lading boi I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
you don't know the feeling when the villain peeling in the jag
Just staring at the ceiling 10 women that you had
I was at the center now I see you feeling just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up in that
Brown paper bag (you're dig)
Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)
Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna motherfucking professional like hershal
Falker, the talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die
But that's not important
Money's more important
And understand I been in that water like I was snorkeling
Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
Miami Khaled took me in like a orphan
Why did they start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
you heard what I said motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try and front as if you in the jag money
For the cash I'll blast anybody that
Brown paper bag (that that that that)
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (coka baby cribs mania)
Brown paper bag (we are simply the BEST the VERY BEST)
You all niggas want coka music
The costra nostra flow show you how to do this
Pen it so easy, a caveman can do it
Nigga we simply the best don't confuse it
I confuse it, critics be hating
Best album yet but give me the same rating
I'm waiting top of rap rushmore
Etched in stone runt top puns war
Unsure anythings possible
4mil spent bought out the art possible, I'm Picasso in the Versace suit, don't worry my nigga
Khaled I got you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that
BROWNNN PAPER BAAAAAAAG
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle class,
Upper class,
High class, all dat,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly people and twerkers
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,
[Lil Wayne]
Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a Stunna, (yep)
High as a 757 goin to heaven, WHO?
Weezy F ya reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E
I'm da Cash Money Makaveli
Yall aint ready, QUICK, FAST, like Tom Petty,
Ya'll just petty
82' I was born ready,
I'm too ready,
Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20 inch shoe, Ooo
Me and you got plenty to do,
I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you,
And I sleep with da sharks,
Shorty on da water water,
IN a BEAMER 8 hundred 40
Mama Shake somthin fo' me,
And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money,
Ima take dat money,...I'm SHOWIN CASH MONEY
[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,Back out
Do da hump,
[Lil Wayne]
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
I(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
[Lil Wayne]
I take off my brim,
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)
Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off,
We do our own thing
We dont act like yall
I say black white walls wit da back wiped off
Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat
Fall
We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line,
If you can't boy, read ma nine,
I'm goin hard in da paint like Diesel time,
Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it
I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it,
Paul Barrer is movin it,
Dead float I'm through with it
I'm da SHH,
Na, na, I'm sewerage
Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!!
[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,Back out
Do da hump,
[Lil Wayne]
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
I(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
[Lil Wayne]
I'm old school gangsta,
MACK like 80's,
I look like Cita but act like Baby yep
You play with me I'll react like da Navy,
Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me yep
And ya head is a bleepin' target,
You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis,
Izzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans,
Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets
Country boy is somethin foreign,
About a hundred thousand
More than what your in
Your not BOUT IT,
You freeze up like Popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop ya'll like spot pimples (yup)
WIZzle Fizzle, Original HOT BIZZLE,
Still Lil' Wayne but da dividends not LITTLE,
Yeah, don't be surprised how that CROWN FIT HIM,
Uhh get down, uhh get down,
Man I'm gettin frustrated
[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in, Back out
Do da hump,
[Lil Wayne]
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
I(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
(WARDY, WARDETTES) I bring it back to da bottom of da map,
[Lil Wayne talking]
Best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,
(uhh yeh yeh yeh)
Best rapper alive,
[Lil Wayne]
Nice tires on da ghini,
you should wanna king me
Brain dead flow, vegetable zukini
I live on the beach,
she walk around in her bikini
Girls are like a school,
and cut em like seniors
Im here to distinguish,
the bears from the penguins
Life is such a gap,
get some money in between it
Glocs like police,
pumps like fenas
This beat gettin totaled,
Pam,Keisha,Kema
Sittin on da World,
thinkin bout a girl
Pistol on my side,
paint you like mural
Dig in my pocket,
pulled out the party
Be cool before you get stumped and pulled out the party
Ha Ha Hollygrove shit, im on my Hollygrove shit
Lookin for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick
Big bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices
Church like a choir and a couple of old priests
Elevator in my crib cause its five floors
Im not expectin you to have one inside yours hahe
Vince Young, suicide doors, haha,
lifeÂ’s a bitch, now die for her.
[Short Dawg]
I have the type of flow n-ggas donÂ’t have to like,
my rhymes is ambidextrous so I donÂ’t have to write,
the way IÂ’m eating n-ggas wish they had my appetite,
straight up out of Texas and IÂ’m major like apple white,
I pull four then I hit the exit door,
take a trip to MacyÂ’s cop the whole second floor,
hood smell the scent of money coming out my pours,
yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, bore,
I made it from a flyer to the forbes, (see me)
Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flyer than the store,
dropping babys out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat,
got your son looking up to me like IÂ’m 6 feet,
your daughter need someone to save her, not me,
I knocking hoes down like Laila Ali,
try he and imma put the toaster to ya kidney,
then I pull off in a Bentley top open like a chimney,
damn, its no ceilings like a Colosseum,
candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea,
the way Im leaning IÂ’m annoyed if I stand still,
flow harder than an anvil,
short (short)
[Gudda Gudda]
Ok, its Gudda hoe,
all about my bills like buffalo,
your b-tch under my sheets,
I heard she was an undercover hoe,
purple got me moving slow,
like IÂ’m in a snail race,
pop pop pop 3 shots to the head,
then I pick up my shell case,
leave em with a pale face,
yes, I am a young money goon,
your girl like a motion picture she be coming soon,
i do a certain rule, i pop her like balloons,
I dance her of to Mills and drop her off the tune,
couple screws lose, wanna play with him,
this is No Ceilings b-tch, ruthless like a stadium,
we shut down every f-cking spot these b-tches see us in,
you want us club, well n-gga pay us then,
all grey BM, Im getting from my baby M,
she told us get the money and count it for me when I rake it in,
donÂ’t play no games hoe,
you know my name hoe,
[Baby Talking]
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggaz out here they slipping like they ain't bout
money no more man, so what fuck
You know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doing nigga
We gon' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Nigga
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind
[Lil Wayne] I GOT IT
I GOT IT
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
Yeah
I got the sawed-off fully, in the sean john hoody,
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
but the head shots took him
Damn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta wear an extra condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for acting like a man
Them niggaz in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man
I backwards hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fan
I'm on, I adjust in different climates, ducking the animal keeper, running wit
my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa,
what the fuck they play it in the club for ?
Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war,
no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face crook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high
and when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace
[Baby talking]
Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,
if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya underdig
Put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Food for thought, think, I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
Damn
I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
Haha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em'
[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay,
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down lawgs call me ground law
but Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't tripping nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cause the lil nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan
[Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
Thats the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Put my shades on
I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Uhh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in the powder bag
Yea, I put it down like my hands hurtin'
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers; most of ya'll haters
But I put up a wall and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me; I stay hate free
They say we learn from mistakes
Well that's why they mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders
To me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script; I memorize the lines
Cuz life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside lookin' in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but, fuck your nevermind
I been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Haha, hello Weezy, welcome home
Yea, and I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my money growin'
No matter where you goin'
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga
I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I -I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my money blowin'
Don't matter I got more and
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga
Stunna, I got 'em
I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches
My name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out
I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed
Well, fuck it, get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young Money's eatin', the label gettin' fatter
And yea the tables turn, but I'm still sittin' at 'em
I'm a bad muthafucka cuz the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum
Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks and motherfuckas eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you can call it blood clottin'
East side, My Piru Damu, I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my teeth glowin'
I'm on my Deebow and
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga
I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I -I don't give a lovely mother fuck-ass nigga
With my money blowin'
No matter where you goin'
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga
OK, light the Ashton Kusher
I'm a limit pusher
See ya'll dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
Do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fuckin' took her
You could look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cuz, shit I like surprises
Why that, why this? Why you on that why shit?
Mutherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive, Slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young Mula, skinnies and some supras
Belly of the beast til it puke us, motherfucka
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely mother fuck-ass nigga
With my teeth glowin'
I'm on my Deebow and
You don't need a bus pass
You need to bust your ass nigga
I'ma
Blunt blowin',
Polo draws showin'
I -I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga
With my money blowin'
No matter where you goin'
You don't need a bus pass
For me to bust your ass nigga
Now I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Yea I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Said I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Haha, Hello Weezy, Welcome Home
It's Young Mula Baby (Mula baby)
Young Mula Baby (Young Mula baby)
Bitch I been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Haha, Hello Weezy, Welcome Home
Hey, why you worry about the other hoe
Cause the other hoe ain't worried about another hoe
Hey, you say it's over but you're still fussing
You're just clumsy, always tripping over nothing!
That other bitch is that other bitch
I give her space and give you the mother shit
You can't let her...
I told you that if you... I'll be your seat belt
In sickness and in hell
For rich poor I'll stay rich
But love is a bitches ain't shit!
And I'm riding with a girl named Keisha
I'm smoking on Cush!
Cause I'll stay here
Cause there is no love
D-D-D-Diesel on the beat
Shhhhhut up bitch... let Anita speak!
I think on the remix of this song I'm a get uh, Common and Kanye
Yeah... ok yeah
Anything you can do I could do better
I avoid trends and I'm still a trend setter
Weezy just let em, just let em die
I got all the answers so they call me when why
What where who, you think you fly?
I'm up there too - you fly, I flew
I'm up there too
You know they say two, is better than one, time
I'm, out there pimpin all the time
So keep your two cents before I give your ass a dime
Pistol on my waist gonna need a funeral and wait
Cause I'm a put that motherfucker dead in your face
R.I.P. I know my history
Run DMC but my girl is only worry bout one DMC
And I'm the shit like I-M-T-H-E-S-H-I-T, haha!
I do this!... when I want to
Nah really I can't control it
Even if I didn't wanna do it
I would DO IT! Hahahaha
Yeah...
Ready to battle anyone
I'm a go with God and a bag full of guns
Yeah I'm an animal hear me growl
You against me is like Man Vs. Wild
Me against you is like man versus child
Hehe and I am the man
It's Young Moolah, applaud my team
And we prefer red carpet if the floor's not clean
It's Mister, it's the microphone fiend
And they running with my words like I'm writing on jeans
Yeah, and if the lights could all scream
They'd sing my song, I like to be seen
I deserve to be heard if anything else
So I fear God and the world going deaf
Can you hear me now? Heh
Even the Hip-Hop vets tell me I'm the...
Scary!
Don't stop the beat Diesel
Cause I got the heat Diesel
Like diesel, yeah...
Heh I put it down like it's too heavy
But how can I with the world in my hands
Heaven in my plans
I swear I am important like the evidence I'm saying
I'm just trying to make my alphabets as heavy as I can
How do I live, when I'm as deadly as I am?
I get props and every other extra credit that I can
Cause see, I respect the merit of a fan
No homo but please blow me to Japan
Okay I'm getting hotter I'm a need another fan
I keep going so here I go again
Always trying to be better than I am
Label me the best and in the throne I will stand
Why? Because I'm just a stand up guy
Your hands smokin me cause I got your hands high
I'll probably be in the banga Ja Rule when "I Cry"
You only know me but God knows I try
No x-ray show my insides
And I gotta stay in touch with my pimp side
So, tell your girl I said what's up... I said hi...
She like that's what's up... like the sky...
Byrd Gang taking off bitch watch em fly
And paint the sky red like the Crimson Tide
Flow retarded, Special Olympics kind
That gold medal heavy but it fit just fine
So, I just had to spit this rhyme
Spit like I'm trying to tongue kiss this rhyme
Some say greatness gets better with time
So I bought a zillion watches but don't watch mine
You little fucks are so I-ron-ical
Nickel plus fo' is a nine millimeter
No starch but I tote I-ron
All out in the open like I'm in I-ran
Young, champ-I-on, like a lamp I'm on
But um, I could clap and then lights off
Take no nights off but my days the same
And people change but fuck it nothing stays the same
And naw I ain't speaking so don't wave the blame
Lock me up but you could never cave the brain
Gasoline, can you invision if our gaze was flames
No you can not stop my vibe, couple page a game
Dang, a game? Yep, well gimme some crazy frames
And if this camera shoots me dead, Lord save my chains
Lord save the rings, I am way too vain hehe
Listen to that Kanye again
I play the game like I made the games
You playing like your trying to get traded mane
And you ain't gotta call me the greatest mane
But I am more of a dog than the greatest dane
You boys acting like ladies mane
Crying like you bout to have babies mane
And you can find me grinding on the days we playin'
And that's because I know the sun'll raise again
And when it do I'm a praise the mane
They say you crazy Wayne, but I just bake em mane
And that's Ms. Baker saying, that I'm the...
Hehe yeah
So, now I got...
I got the, I got the, I got the R&B; vets saying I'm the...
Hahahaha... lil touchie bitch!
Bring the crowd and I'm loud In Living Color
It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach
Yumi, I'm takin' it, I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money
I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby, yes I'm still flossin'
Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it
Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky
You look a lil' salty have ya' self a chill coffee
Chill out the girls is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
I'm busy I got paper to reel in
God, I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And they gon R E S P E C T me
(Who?)
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin', livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin', peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin', dearly departed erased deleted
No prints, no plates, no face, no trace
Out of sight out of mind
No court no case
Sell his chain celebrate block party second line
Zulu ball, essence fest, jazz fest, Mardi Gras
Shorty bounce body rock
Now he drop now he got
Family cry tell the Fed's tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot tap, tap, knock, knock, who is dat?
Trigga man hoodie man tell the kids
Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal, gun man, blum, blam
Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up
Pussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts up, just call me
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And they gon R E S P E C T me
(Who?)
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid
Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs
Smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long, fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
Yeah, like dat jus like dat, right back
I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track
The quarterback, well protected from the Warren Sapp
The young heart attack, I spit dat cardiac
You can't see me baby boy, you got dat catorax
I'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace at
Me I got calus on my hands, I can handle dat
It's no problem baby, I so got 'em
It's just a victory lap baby, I'm jus joggin'
And I ain't even out of breathe
The motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursing
Who?
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And they gon R E S P E C T me
(Who?)
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
Featuring: Lloyd, Jae Millz, Drake, Gudda Gudda
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock, girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad
I'm attracted to her for her attractive ass
And now we murderers because we kill time
I knock her lights out and she still shine
I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team
Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve
Young Money thieves, steal your love and leave
I like the way you walk and if you walking my way
I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place with all kind of space
I let you be the judge and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder 'cause she know she bad
And I got her nigga, grocery bag
Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
Baby, wanna spend it all on you
Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock, girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn
Maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns
He say I'm bad, he probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
I'm so pretty like, me on my pedal bike
He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites
He say, "Nikki, don't stop, you the bestest"
And I just be coming off the top as bestest
I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love, shake and bake Ricky Bobby
I'm at the W but I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl, I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody
I seen 'em stand in line just to get beside her
I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear you need GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her
Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
Baby, wanna spend it all on you
Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock, girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
She like tanning, I like staying in
She like romancing, I like rolling with friends
She said I'm caged in, I think her conscious is
She watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN
But when that show end, she all on my skin
Lotion, slow motion, roller coasting like back forth, hold it
She pose like it's for posters and I poke like I'm supposed to
Take this photo if you for me, she said, "Don't you ever show this"
I'm too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless, when I spoke this, she rejoiced it
Said your words get me open, so I closed it
Where your clothes is, I'm only loving for the moment
Uh, she ain't got a man but she's not alone
Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own
Hey gorgeous, I mean flawless, well, that's what you are
How I see it is how I call it, yeah
Look it how she walk, she know she bad
Do, do your thing, baby, I ain't even mad
And I ain't even fast, I'ma stay a while
Hold yo' head Chris, I'ma take her down
Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
Baby, wanna spend it all on you
Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock, girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
Baby, wanna spend it all on you
Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock, girl
I can make your bedrock
[Lil Wayne]
Ayo, it’s Weezy muthaf-cking, easy with the hating
B-tch I’m in the building you just decorating
I’m just detonating
Then I get blatant
More dangerous than internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off
I put your sister on, I knock your bro off
We just spit snowballs catch it in your face b-tch
Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a naysmith,
Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow
I’ll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay wit em then y’all in the same boat
Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar
You can join the salad and I’m splitting your tomato
Ball cuz i gotta
You’ll love me in the mornin
I told her Imma king, them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock the mic she say thats nothing like performin
Man Im in love with her grill George Foreman
Forewarning Young Money’s on
And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn
yeah, take that to the bank with ya
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed talk sh-t like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession but Wayne different
huh, and I’m a Maybach rider, haven’t drove it one time I got a cool black driver
Cant walk around with guns i got a do that got em
Don’t worry if Im shootin as long as you get shot
Imma beast, Imma pitbull
I get my ass kissed, I get my d-ck pulled
Imma beast
Imma big wolf
I got my money right, I got my clip full
haha, it’s like 7 in the mornin n-gga
I’m up for whoever the opponent n-gga
Stop the track, let me relish in a moment n-gga
Now bring that mutha f-cker back cuz I’m zonin n-gga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the b-tches were havin it, I bet we have them all
And man Im so high its like an ever-lasting fall
And I’m chargin these hoes like women basketball
Uh, i bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Super hero call like a crime fight
I see big cheese, you n-ggas blind mice
T-Streets still roll with me
Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit, We are those hitmen
He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn’t
uh, Basically, I’m still a monster
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera
Yall too plain, Imma helicopter
My words keep goin like a teleprompter
I’m a asshole, wipe me down b-tch
I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh-t
And the flag red like clown lips,
uh, TI can’t stop goin
Dropped my best sh-t like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it mutha f-cker I know it
Featuring: Lil' Wayne, Swizz Beatz
dear Anne my number one fan
i write with the lights on the mantle of my night stand
with a pen in my right hand and that's also my mic hand
[Verse 1]
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow
[Mike Tyson talking]
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches
I'm the green machine I mean king vision
I can see through yo' scene like clear screen, hear me?
To a lion you are just deer meat
Fear God fear me ser-ious us
P.E. YM them try them and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna build like Legos
Betta "Let Go My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And you're the target
Oops!
And everything gets better in time and time is forever
And muthafucka it's my time and I'm better
[Mike Tyson talking]
[Verse 2]
Hoe I go so hard
I'm so gone my I.D. is a postcard
I travel like B-ball with no calls
I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say what up Blood!
What da lick Reid!?
Five star general and the six speed
Still hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trim trees
Simply shoot yours empty if be turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! Folla me!
Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' body with them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)
Payton Manning offense Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit
That is how I keeps it rest in piece beats it
I do it how I do it cuz I know my nigga see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch yeah that crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can drown in
When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss that was so raw ah
[Mike Tyson talking]
[Verse 3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' right I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya what's reallly
Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches
Y'all niggas act like a bunch of bitches
Blood bitches leave you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud missles Young Carter
Big nuts and they hung farther than ya father's
[Verse1: Lil Wanye]
Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!
There’s a couple married bitches in the building
Fucked them!
I get that ? I get that pussy
Nothing
I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense
She said she wanna fuck my brains out
But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!
She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
I told that bitch she got good seats
Man, these niggas softer than fleece
2-D niggas, and they obliques
You talked that shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep
Bitch you know the motto!
It’s Young Money over hoes
Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio
Gettin’ to the money, now the money getting to me
She say vert-dick is hung like a jury
I’m on the track: DOA
Some of these niggas be DEA
Money tall: NBA
Broke niggas: SMA
Hit em like Canseco
But she be like “No way Jose!”
I got all that white
What you call that? OKKK!
Every night I go hard
She like me like Boston George
She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy
3 car garage!
These niggas is false alarms
They don’t mean no fuckin harm
Hey baby let’s make a porn!
Ba-bum! Devil horns
You know that I ain’t got no ceilings
The money changed me, I’m making chameleons
Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it
In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Amen!
Tell them alphabet boys it’s a “G” thing
I’ve got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned?
Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!
Preach! Security breach
I’m on that grass harder than cleats
I’m on that gas, y’all on E
Nigga my cash out of your reach
I run shit like the reverend
She get on her knees for this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings
Church!
[Verse2: Boo]
Just a way of life
Brought my mama a crib
Brought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune
Now they think I’m a star
Damn I love this life wouldn’t trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain’t standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talking
Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase
Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous
Now good ain’t good enough and my hood is hood as fuck
I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
Swag so dope you probably think I’m dealing
And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
Boo ain’t got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost
She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose
Pimpin’ so cold put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign
We don’t do 100 spokes
When broke niggas talk that’s 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you fuck boys
Skate gear I’m a truck boy
On my truck right I don’t give a fuck boy
I'm always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Yezziirr
Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than the silver bullet
Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin'
2 bitches, gon' and eat each other's pussy
Top chopped sent da car to the barbershop
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot
I'm so unorthodox, I got your bitch
Ridin' my dick wit no shocks
(Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce)
I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot
Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop
Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop
Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers pop
Real niggaz wit me ridin' till the motor stop
I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op
I got a couple like a coke top
Okay
Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm
Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Yeah shorty, the last MOB
Flying in the Bugati with a coolin' on the seat
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blazed
Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway
Bet the house on the youngen 'n' we got paid
Triple colors on the bikes 'n' the new Mercedes
Bustin' keys on they ass while we got paid
But my tens ridin' hot to an open bay
Uptown made man out the hard way
Crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way
I thought they knew shorty
Like father like son
Ball till' ya fall stuntin' with them paper plates
Throwin' hundreds on them hoes while we eatin' stakes
We in the club poppin' bottles like 'erday
We grind for the shine nigga gettin' big money
Got a fleet tossin' chicken nigga get cake
I'm on his island with this power like Scarface
I'm in the Impala dropped top chawwnky
Ice man, Birdman, rockin' red monkeys
All ready nigga, neighborhood superstars
All we gon' ball till we fall bitch
Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggaz be muggin' me, you know I'm
Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I'm paid
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Santana i see ya haha
see the son
mama please dont be mad at me for this one
but i gotta tell my story
i had to do it
thats right
my name is weezy baby
please say the baby if not dont say it at all
this is my story
[Verse 1:]
Wellll the A is for Ashley
she always ask for me to take it out her pussy
put it right in her ass and the
B is for Brittany she bright in the class and
she be hatin on Ashley 'cause she tight in the ass
The C is for Christina want me to big screen her
the way she dick kiss should be a misdemeanor so have you seen her
I been searchin but cant find her
ever since i been wit Diamond wit Diamonds in her vagina
And the E is for ever elegant Erica
a sweet red bitch
we used to call her Miss America
I aint gon lie now Erika is a dog
but to the that magnolia niggas she done fucked em all, (Slim!)
Speakin of slim, the F is for Fat,
a real skinny hoe so you know
why they call her that
And the G for Gabrielle , you can call her Gabby
but all my homeboys seem to call her nasty (man)
[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh) Dont want no
You got (oh) Dont need no
You got (oh) Dont gimme no
You got
[Verse 2:]
H is for my Hometown homegirl Heather
Head haze,purple pussy kills forever
My mami's dedicated all year, she neva tell me no
the most she say is not here and then uh
I is for Isis mami a pisces,
she fuck rappers for free, but hit them actors wit prices
they always pay 'cause her body the nicest
but I hit that everyday back when I had no wife ahhh
J for Joanessa kinda sexy wit light eyes
she didnt make the band but she still doin quite fine
The K for Kia
I hate that bitch
because she super fuckin fine
but she cant take that dick
And then the L is for LaKia
that's Kia's twin
night and day everytime we fuck I fall right in
and the M is for Maria, Maria, Maria
she hangs out wit Nicole who fuckin Olivia
[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh) Dont want no
You got (oh) Dont need no
You got (oh) DOnt gimme no
You got
Verse 3:]
P for Paulina she go all night
If I dont fuck her once a week she probably go on strike and the Q
is for Queen 'cause she is my Queen
but she cant ride it like Ranada but her body is mean and the
S is for Shayna a sucker in bed
she take advantage of the fact that Im a sucker for head
and the T is for Tara too much Mascara
tone down on the blush like you tryna scare us the
U for Ursula she hang wit Vicky
they both come over and work out wit me
the W for Wanda she kinda remind ya
of that game streetfighter hands like ehonda.
The Y for Yvette she get wetter than most
She always try to get high but I just let her get low.
And last but not least the Z goes to Zara
She gets high off Zimphandale and masterbates to The Carter.
[Chorus:]
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches
These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches
I get bitches (say what)
I get bitches (say who)
I get bitches (say huh)
I get bitches
You got (oh) Dont want no
You got (oh) Dont need no
You got (oh) Dont gimme no
[Chorus (x2)]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
[Hook]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, d*ck rock hard
Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award
You can save your bullshit on your memory card
If this real n*gga business, then you n*ggas unemployed
Jumped on the celly, called Machiavelli
He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly
Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill n*gga"
Then I ran to the money like track and field n*gga
Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars
In a world full of ass-kissers and d*ck pullers
I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets
Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude
The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes
Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to
But I just built a house on "I don't give a f*ck" Avenue
[Chorus]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
[Hook]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
[Verse 2]
Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed
Life is a gamble better check the point spread
And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head
I'm so sick of these n*ggas, I need meds
Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Help me focus on the future and not the previous
Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason
Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon
Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees
Underground shit, I see myself as a seed
Living in the glass, and everybody's looking
But how can you get the picture, if you don't know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell cares?
Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs
On the road to redemption, go on and use a few stairs
I'm just f*cking ready so I come prepared
[Hook]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
[Bridge]
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a roller coaster, but still unfair
A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there
[Chorus]
And I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
You know father time, we all know mother nature
It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I’m goin’ back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
Tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
Bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
[Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be mackin’, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
Keep throwin’ my sign in the middle
Hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Featuring: Cory Gunz
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy 'cause the F is for finisher
So misunderstood but what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner ups
I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
I'm going back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self-defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
And I call it like I see it and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing
You don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love?
Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side,
'Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard?
I met her when I was young and she was younger
With a body like woman so her age meant nothing
I had to get her number
After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm wishing I could hit her all summer
And all she ever wanted
Was for young Weezy to love her
But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her
But that didnt come easy
'Cuz she ended up being my baby's mother
and then I felt smothered but little did I know
I'd never find the same girl inside another
But I never thought that I'd be looking for her
And I never thought that late at night
When I'm in the mix...laying down with some chick
That suddenly it'll click
How this broad in my drawers dont know shit
Bout what I did 'fore I was big
When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be
She screamed to me (What?)
My love, my patience, my pain (OK)
Nigga please
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I met her after the fame
And she aint even like me but I got her after the game
Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang
Made her into wifey and then reality changed
It was going good...I was happy again
But then things got rapidly strange
And it had to be Wayne
She was still a virgin
What more could I ask from a dame
But I was a bastard...I asked for the pain
Now my ass in the rain
And she got a new life...the picture flipped
And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit)
And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend
We was freaking in the suite
And she looked sweet enough to beat it up
Till we began to sleep and I
I'm dreaming 'bout the Victoria Secret lingerie
Told me keep it..she aint want moms to see it
And just think I once saw it on the girl's body
Now all I'm seeing is nobody
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
You see I never really ran, but no gentleman
All I know is big pimpin' ma'am
I'm just tryna be Weezy
And the perfect husband just might be too hard to find in me, Weezy
Baby girl you gotta work with ya boy
'Cuz all of that cursing it be hurting ya boy
Look for the better not the worst in ya boy
And maybe I can be ya boy...Ya know what I'm sayin'
But see this here is not your everyday love tune
It's the story of your everyday thug dude
And in your mind you prolly thinkin we don't love you
But on the real we just not used to what love do
And please consider that
We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes
Love pussy but you dont love them ho's
Love ya niggaz love ya children
Now if they got a bitch you could love that
Holla back
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
Young Weez'got the young'n blues y'all
(da-da-da-da-da)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
I got something chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don till they bury me
Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay
I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay
I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya
Stunting in the gray uh
Shortie play your player
Slick clean hey ya
Fifteen riding with me spray ya
You don't want no drama with me play fa
Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga
I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking
Plus my late pops still looking
Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp
Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp
Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street
I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
And that's how Weezy Wee be
And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo
Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol
Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential
I stick to my mental
Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple
Forget I'm getting rich for a cent
Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you
90 on the highway seeing what the whip do
Cops get behind me they want see the whip too
S-Q professor C-M-B alumni
Everybody else fails except the young guy
Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine
Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine
The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine
I can't lose cuz I won mine
Now run yourself
I got five drinks with me
And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe
Three guns
Two bitches
And all I need is one knife
And I bet you don't like
C'mon we only get one life
And if it's done right
Freak a nigga might wife her
You know S-Q galore low chop three striper
I'm just trying to keep paper
Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze
Don't be a major cuz he greater
Cheese gon feed Nate
Brother it's keys or emceeing
And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay
Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck
And y'all don't starve me
That shit could be bad for your heartbeat
Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat
Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard
Damn whore
Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Cash Money...(Three)
Dope Supply
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His Back agaist the wal
(Cut the music up in my phones)
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Living in a World a Fantasy)
Perfect
His back against the wall
(yeah)
Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval
Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral
Standin on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced into evil, Its all in your head
It's also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when i lead you
Straight to the needle
The barrel, the battle, the beetles will eat you
Mama named Cita, I love You Cita
Member when your pussy Second husband used to beat ya
Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever
He aint give a f**k i aint give a f**k neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
You could smell the ether
You can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
I am her voice and the World is my speaker
Im speakin
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
With my spine up agaist these
Tagged up brick walls
Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand Pitfalls
Big Balls intact, through error Syntac's
That Stormy Whether where the Trees dont bend back
Left home at 16
I aint never been back
When it come to being broke i say i never been flat
I punk ass bitch i aint never been that
Reminisce how Daddy cuaghta "slitch" in his lap
IN his newport box with only one stick left
Snort heroin then he'd shove me in the chest
Used to really believe, I never be the best
Hell must be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest
Right on it through his binge's and
Then poisinous Syringe's
Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the hinges
I wish i was old enough to stop him when he did it
So long agao but even I cant forget it
So listen
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Demonic in my presence
Street corner like a reverend
Tryna find the change, Shining lightining like im in heaven
Triple seven, Triple Six
Trebulations, Triple trip
Triple grip, triple spitiin' like a had a trple lip
Lets make simple sense of the main difference
Angel if Death's Wing gotta s sinner in a Clench
Revolver in my fist, Earthworm to a fish
Bait on the line watch me cath them with this
Hope flound compound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and it aint even my block
Think of my pops, thinkin of my moms
Rather be just blazin listenin to Saigon
Cuz when u think up, God strikes you down
Body full of current lightenining never hit the ground
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
All my niggaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
All my hustlaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!)
Where you at? (OH!)
Where you at? Say (OH!)
Niggaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Hustlaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (OH!)
Say, say (OH!)
Say, say (OH!)
Aye (OH!)
I come and do my thang and hold down my SIDE
Single Street man throw my set up HIGH
Weezy Wee gang call them boys that SQUAD
That Squad...SQUAD UP! YOU KNOW
And WE get a lot of dough on the strength of ME
Get a lot of 'dro for the strength of FEE
Get a lot of blow
But keep that on the D
D what?...DL! YOU KNOW
And OH you don't wanna fuck with a nigga
'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the FLO'
Truly I don't buck with you nigga
Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man WHOA
'20s on the six with the kicks sitting LOW
Sticky in my swish man gasoline FLO'
Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW
YA KNOW!
Aye (OH!)
Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the
Ass up high the front dip drip BAM
Mami like DAMN Lil' Wayne STOP PLAYING
Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R.
Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter
YEAH! Tity baby put it in the AIR
I'm jumping out this atmoSPHERE
And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a PLAYER
Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs
You see the arm when I pass nigga Bling-A-Ling
You now I'm armed we can mash man it Aint-A-Thing
You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla Aint-A-Game
I got a banana clip for all you Orang-A-Tangs
LET'S BANG!
Aye (OH!)
It's young Weezy cant nothing see me DOG
I get you done easy with one easy phone call
And the sawed off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo...wont bother me no more
Ice like strobe light...look like I'm moving slo mo'
Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas
With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em
Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja
Redbone in the shower
Hello! Pochahontas give a long stroke poke for hours
Floating vagina oh I'ma holla
So coke and the nanies I'm honest man
Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double...and sometimes it's scams
But I know to hustle...and some glocks'll jam
But I know how to bust'em...and some drops'll slam
All alloy buttons that's all stunting
Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol
Everyday with every pistol
Nigga u dun fucked up
Nigga back the fuck down
I dont care where i go
I dont care who u kno
I dont care bout what u say
I put them words back down yo throat
I dont care where u stay
Nigga im from uptown!
I gotta get em slim
They talkin beef to me
They just a bunch of bitches
They talkin sweet to me
Pussy niggas
I guess i gotta eat pussy
Put a hole in em
Now thats a deep pussy
The cops hate me
But a star's born
The streets love me
But how long will they morn
Imma real nigga
Say real nigga thangs
Bullet dont have no name
Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol
Everyday with every pistol
Look
I never fold
But i just take my chance
I let life deal
And i just play my hand
Protection off safe
I look straight ahead
"i got them niggas weezy"
Thats what the 380 said
U gotta play in the field to get paid
And then u gotta go lay in that bed that u made
Its cashmoney this that army bregade
And im spittin like i ate a grenade
Im dippin in that apron to fade
Hittin 4 with the butt
Put the wings up and straight show em my gutt
Hate my swagga so mean
And i kno how to operate that machine
(bllllllllllllrrrrrrr)
Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol
Everyday with every pistol
Aim at his brain
Make a nigga learn
And if thats choppa bullets
Then they suppose to burn
And if u went in jail
I never saw i cell
But i come from new orleans
Yea right there under hell
Tell my gal dont u worry bout nothin
But see these niggas want me dead
So hold me tight when ya fuck me
I told her im straped imma rider girl
And imma shoot from every side like around the world uhh
Believe that and u can tell em bring the whole gang
Im gon give u that automatic touchin errthang
Nigga its the bird man
Jr pure pain
You're just just a curb stain
Tell them boys i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol that i own
Tell them i'll be hell when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See i got money on my mind
But the haters wont leave me alone
So im ridin everyday with every pistol
[Shanell]
Im calling you daddy
daddy
can you be my daddy
daddy
i need a daddy
daddy
could you be my daddy
daddy
come and make it wayne down on me
come and make it wayne down on me
[Lil Wayne]
wide receiver weezy
throw da p-ssy at me
ya p-ssy lips smilin
i make da p-ssy happy
take your panties off
the p-ssy lookin at me
im the p-ssy monster
now get the p-ssy ready
i like to kiss, she like to kiss
i deep stroke, and make her bite her fist
the lights is on, the night is grown
we get it poppin cuz we know we cant when wifey home
california kush strong as a titan is what im lighten on
we get high as fuck and we just do it wit ya nikes on
tattoos on her waist she like the tattoos on my face
and if theres sum she like to say i let her say it on my microphone
she love my style, but thats expected
she comin back to you, the chance is anorexic
i new she had it in her, so i got it out her
she give me neck around the clock i call it round the collar
she rub my back, she say im tight
she cook f-ck and clean
and still make her flight
first class p-ssy
crystal glass p-ssy
i get it wetter then bass p-ssy
(Shanell:you done be)
i likes em thick and red
Ralph Lauren spread
lady in the streets
porn star in bed
she like to f-ck fight
so we spar in bed
she got that pink p-ssy
i beat it orange red
i fuck american pie
and i get foreign head
she sit down and ride
like im a thorough bred
she kiss mine
and i kiss hers back
if shes a bad b-tch
she deserve that
she send me pictures to my iphone
then i gotta clear em cuz my girl be checkin my phone
im in the Bentley with my mind blown
and when im in that p-ssy honey im home
[Shanell]
u done been good
but you can do better
i done been wet
but i can get it wetter
come and make it wayne down on me
(yeh no cielings mutha fucka ahhh)
u done been good
but you can do better
i done been wet
but i can get it wetter
come and make it wayne down on me
(yeahh i like that)
im calling you daddy
(her name shanell by the way)
daddy
can you be my daddy (young money)
daddy
i need a daddy (no ceilings)
daddy
would you be my daddy
daddy
come and make it wayne down on me (young mula babyy)
Yeah... ma gurl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's crying right now
Just a couple things going on in my life, you know
Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking
Get money, fuck bitches
Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know bout it
So bout it...like Master P... but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards
I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster
Like... oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic, I'm
More drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't fucking wit you bitch niggaz
I'm fucking ya sis nigga, it's Weezy
If you gon' call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
I'm... slick as an old mac, I'm... sick as a prozac
And... the Carter 1 was the... dick for you hoes trapped
And... this is Tha Carter 2 and... this is the bozack
Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back
Got it... gone Rabbit
Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home
What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up)
What up Big (what up), what up Solja
As the streets get colder I get chillier
What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up)
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck
Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from
I chew 'em up like bubble gum... yum yum
Young Weezy so troublesome, what what
If you gon' call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
Then just don't say it at all
I ain't talking fast you just listening too slow
I'm... getting them Benjamins
Can serve like the Wimbledon
If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that
Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat
Chest... caved in, mess on the pavement
Splat... cherry wax, rrraaahhh... bury that
Rats... scary cat, rrraaattt carry that
Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack
Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino fucking Brown
And... this is Tha Carter ho, this is a quarter stick
This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store
Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough
And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho
Weezy Baby please say the baby
If not, don't ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch
If you gon' call him Weezy
Then you must say the baby
If you don't say the baby
[Lil Wayne]
Sittin' in a Ferrari, thinking 'bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y'all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes
Shoot you nine times just in case you got cat lives
My punchlines give you black eyes
Like like, go kill yourself Seven Pounds
I've been to hell and back, and made it back fine
Black diamonds killin' them, black on black crime
Now can I live and if I can, can I live it up?
I'mma squeeze life, just enough to fill a cup
Well, shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
Drink it all, I'm dead, so I throw some ice in it
and belch when I finish
('cuse me, 'cuse me)
[Hook]
I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off
Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off
To another World, right next to that white moon
Fly in the sky, tell em we'll be back soon
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Uh, its the martian and I come for all
I swear I will go head up with all y'all, bumper cars
N-gga I'm a slumber dog, millionaire, been there
Smoke some kush and snap my fingers in case you got cat lives
Uh, so much for being settled down
Suicide flow, go and kill ya self, Seven Pounds
Blunt thick as Bobby Christina, high as Serena's skirt
Only smoking that real grass, no arena turf
Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south
And you haven't seen cleaner dirt, you haven't seen it worse
So shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
Tell them haters "arrivederc"
Yeah I lost my mind, help me find it I will lead the search
Uhhh
Drought 3
Look
I bought it out like stunna
I hope when we kiss we make u sick to yo stomach
Stunning like my daddy
And yo momma eat rubbers
I bet dat i can do da mouf 2 mouf with yo women
My house is a dungen
Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funion
Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunjion
Touchin up my flows like a nigga do construction
Da microfone wet cuz my words like seduction
N when we on the jet you dnt come up on da discution
And if you say you ballin we prolly dnt trust ya
and I know plenty freakin hoes dat prolly dnt fuck ya
Even if you pay em boy they prolly wont fuck ya
Only if i say dat she can touch ya like busta
But she might touch ya
And burn ya like usher
Me n my click we in red like blush
I shit this rappers out and sometimes i 4get 2 flush ya
Grand daddy purp or bubble kush crush ya
Explode in a bitch mouf like a gusher
Cash money young money
Check da production
I am just a martion
Get prepared for obduction
Haha
Haha
Uuum...
I walk it out like crutches
2 gurls jump me like double dutches
My nigga t-streets know a gurl named dutches
And everytime he see her in da streets she b cuzzin
I told em he should wave da black flag cuz she buggin
He said the pussy good
He said ya digg
So i dugg em
Im lookin for a real bad bitch wit a husband
I give her much dick
And a whole lot of nuttin
Im spittin like i stumbled on a gold pot of sumthin
And when i was 6 i saw my rolemodel hustlin
So i gotta hustle
Thise rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nuttin
You drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday
Fuck is da argue bout
Nigga da carter out
This is what i call da droubt....3
N we dnt walk it out
We drop top porch it out
They better walk em out
Before we chalk em out
We chalk it out [x7]
We choke em out
They dnt want it na uh
No they dnt want it na uh
You see they phony im not
Oh yeah they phony im not
I east side walk it out
I bring New Orleans out
I am a saints fan
Oh yea we marchin now
Like wear a safes band
I play the organs now
And if he talk
Most likely im what they talkin bout
My nigga t from da east roll out dat forest now
Man im just tryin 2 get my peanuts im like charlie brown
Ok da uzi make dat holy sound
Take 2 of thise and walk around
Come straight from that homeless town this game belongs to carter now
[Verse 1]
Remix
We fall asleep naked; we wake up naked
You know what that mean, pussy for breakfast
And I know how she like it, I'm a psychic
I eat it then I go back to sleep, that's that itis
And she be by herself she a loner
Trukfit – I'm the owner
I make her moan call her Mona
I have a threesome if they cloned her
And me I'm purple kush forever
I'm purple drink forever
A dick make her feel retarded, she say I make her feel special
When I ain't thinking 'bout them other hoes
Ever since you put that pussy on me
I told her put that pussy on me right
And I'mma change your life
And don't sit on top of this dick if you scared of heights
And shawty be like
This pussy for you, I ask her is it true and she say like a horseshoe
She got that nigga name covered, that's a war-wound
She lay me on my back and ride this dick like Vroom
[Hook]
Then I turn on the lights, yeah and look in her eyes
Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage
She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus first-aid
They asked me what's her race and I say first place
Tunechi
[Verse 2]
Tell her I skate
And shawty down the earth, but bitch I need my space
And she gon' ride this dick, I had a long day
She say cum anyway you want, I give a Santa Claus face
We gon' turn up tonight, that pussy feel new
But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island
Now she got a man I think he gayer than a stylist
I wish we were both single like a couple dollars
And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus
So we eat each other up, like some Somalians
She know I got a girl but she keep this shit a thousand
Whenever we together she don't ever ask about us
She just be like – this pussy for you
I said come and eat this bone, and stop eating dog food
And she got that nigga name covered that's a war wound
And she lay me on my back and then she blow me like boom
[Hook]
Then I turn on the lights, yeah then look in her eyes
Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage
She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus first-aid
I put her in her place and that's first place
Tunechi
[Outro]
Tell her I skate
I ain't got no worries
No Frank Ocean I'm straight
Tunechi
Tell em' I'm straight
Man, f-ck these niggas
Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back
Thats all these btiches screaming that Tunechi’s back
All eyes on me
Nigga pict’ how I’m rollin’
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke
She snorted 4 on the bed
Now the bitch on me
She selling p-ssy and pay me
They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back
And I bought them twins with me nigga, click and clack
Lets go
Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on ya head
Boy, you on sale
Yeah I see you in hell
Pop pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean
I aint a beggin’ muthaf-cka
But nigga please
And I aim this muthaf-cka at your memories
And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
Yeah, bloody mary
I’m the one with the money so I aint the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I’m triple OG, ? splitting the sweet
F-ck bitches get money
Mission complete
Man f-ck the niggas I aint worried bout ‘em
These niggas pure p-ssy, pull a pearl out em
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madaonna
But I aint trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
Young wild mutha-fcka pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin this bitch
Watch where your head land
I aint right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that p-ssy while she on a head stand
I’m a dog hoe, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
I see ya, I see ya
Girl I wanna love you long like ether
I know you want that pita
Girl I say I know you want that pita
That banana like Chikita
I'ma hit it like Derek Jeter
The neighbors gon' think I beat her
I'll throw that dick much deeper
Come be my wide receiver
I'll give that girl a seizure
She forget her boyfriend, amnesia
She wanna ride it, I let her have it
She betta ride it like Danika Patrick
I get behind it, and move her
Like the Heimlich maneuver (OW!)
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really fucked up (chea)
No more liquor in my cup (chea)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to...
Bounce that booty like a basketball
See, I'm a ball-hog; I don't pass at all (ha-ha)
And now she wanna put her sister on
Now I got twins like "The Whisper Song"
And you could call her Mrs. Me Too
I say I'm on a strict diet, I can only eat you
Lick it lick it, lick it, lick it; I like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it..(ha-ha)
I got that Goose in my system
Somebody gon' be my victim
I got patrone in my system,
Somebody gon' be my victim (OW!)
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really fucked up (chea)
No more liquor in my cup (chea)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to...
Come free yo' mind, on this dick that I have
You ain't gotta be my wife, but you need dick in yo' life
We gon' fuck all night long, I got kush in my bag
We can blaze one, and when we done
Go back to your man
I think I'm in love (love)
Oh, love (Oh love)
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah No Ceilings baby,
hehe,
Swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordan’s,
Bought a cell phone and I don’t even much call it
New imports make her fell important
No bull sh-t, n-gga no Ben Gordan
Get her information, take her on vacation
Give her dope d-ck, now she under the sedation
Wake her in the mornin, breakfast where she slept at
Tell her go shopping, I cant wait till she get back
Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweat pants
She wear that on my jet, I f-ck her after jet lag
I take her to da vet, cause she a bad bitch
You cant be broke and happy so me im mad rich
Im talkin Young Money sh-t, she love the way I think
L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink,
Betsy Johnson all over my bedroom counter
My pockets too deep, I f-ck around and drown her.
[Verse 2]
Ok, f-ckin on Versace, napping on satin
I love to hit it backwards, call it pig latin
I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChattin
N-gga swag jackin, but I got my patent
Fre Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan
I speak a lil french, and hers is no better then mine
I pass her the blunt, she probly hit it one time
Catch us at the game sittin on the baseline
We can call a timeout, take a lil time out
Pockets too deep, shawty you gon have to climb out
Babiana prom dress with your spine out
And I live on the beach, you can get that panty line out
She wants to own me and I aint tryna to fight it
She said is her d-ck, she got it copyrighted
And I dont pay for p-ssy because im p-ssy priceless
I go fishing in it, and I ain’t a Pisces
Uh, Gucci only to the grocery store
Stop playin bitch you ballin like Okaford
Ha, And now we headed to the dealer
Ok I'm finally perfect, ya know
Yall already know what it is and if you don't
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter, a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle
Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD
Yall can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don't chase the feelin baby girl let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low
I'ma offense coordinator run the shoe
You watch your grill what you ought to do
Fore' your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showin I say I'm starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c'mon
I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch
I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing
And we could sssssshhhhhhhh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar' picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off
If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click
I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea
And yall better blame Baby
Cuz he the muthufucka that made me, and I'm crazy
And yall ask why I never left the navy
Cuz he the muthufucka that pay me, is you crazy
Young, young, young wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't wanna kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blockin cuz a nigga hood rich
And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy cuz I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like whats really good wit ya mom or your lil boy
And your sister lookin good shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
1-7 Hollygrove never ever ever leave you
I got yall waitin on my sequel
[Lil Wayne]
Cut the music up please
Yeah I should never leave hip hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick toc
Around the clock, yes it’s my time, my throne
Better know the time of day in any f-cking time zone
I’m feeling like I’m on top of the rhinestone
Pull in the ladder from heaven about to climb home
Mental thoughts are sharper than a pine cone
In this World of numbers I keep my nine on
And I don’t go to church because the line long
And the preacher he be getting his shine on
But I know my Lord I am God’s own
Back to my hands, tick tick a time bomb
[Jay Sean - Chorus]
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Cant stop now cause that aint me
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Cant stop now cause that aint me
[Lil Wayne]
Try to stay afloat on my inner tube
When they turn my city into a swimming pool
Before that, it was a living cesspool
We got get on our sh-t like nats do
Police’s be on my tip like hats do
But I stay strong like blacks do
Never saved by the bell in a black school
And I stay in trouble like Zack do
And in this game nobody’s on my plateau
Therefore my name remains like a tattoo
Yes I take giant steps in Shaq boots
B-I-R-D man junior or Weezy F Baby
[Chorus]
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Cant stop now cause that aint me
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Cant stop now cause that aint me
[Jay Sean - Bridge]
That aint me
See I won’t stop, that aint me
I wont quit, that aint me
No I wont stop, that aint me
Cause that aint me
[Lil Wayne]
Alright, I’m in their conversations
The titles up for grabs I’m into confiscation
Punch, shot or stab now your the doctors patient
Wild like an Arab from the Islamic nation
I get money round the clock, aint got no time for hating
And these n-ggas aint sh-t like their constipating
I get the coupe with the kit
Watch me lobster red it
Drop the top at the light thats when I be heading
So far ahead of them I feel outdated
But I feel electric like I’m Raiden
Used to play Mortal Kombat when I was a couch potato
Now I’m coming out with faders, no homo
[Chorus]
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Cant stop now cause that aint me
You can try lock me up
You can try to break me down
But I stay strong
It’s my own throne
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?)
They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
Look-
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes - I'm drunk and blow
And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
(??) from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato on the head of my nine - it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small
Ain't nothin' nice
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues
Look-
Now we all do dumb things
Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces
(????) off the meters
Don't leave without the heaters
Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
A lot of Hennessy - just twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton - mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty - I carry one
Come to kill up everyone
What!
Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cop
And niggas be like Q-tip 'cause they breathin' stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's (??)
Until I die I pullin' ego that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
Follow me - everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly - ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me
I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Now shawty lets get down to business
if you want it you can get it
all you gotta do is hit me and its on.
I know it's been a minute and
you ain't got time for gimmicks
but i come into my senses
I was wrong.
When you roll like me,
on your own like me
you will wake up all alone
and you will see
Im at a all time low
we dont talk no more
cause i want you back i need you girl
its all i know.
Now, talk to me talk to me, talk
walk wit me walk wit me, walk
I know theres things that we said
how can we stop and leave on
how can we ruin something so perfect so fluent
we was young, we was dumb
we aint know we was doing
but now that we older, older
lets take this thing slower, slower
reset the button, button
and start it all over, over
i cannot stop what i feel
you aint a notch in my belt
I aint go lie to you girl,
I want you all to myself
and forgive for being a stinge
Ill take you out to places that
ya swear ya never been before
why is this so difficult
this should be the easy part
believe me if ya need me
aint no way we finna keep apart
no matter where I go
no matter who im with
ill always think of you
cause baby you the shhh
i love your body girl
theres no deny'n that
i wil not rest i will not sleep
like an insomniac
I'll keep you up all night
you know I get it right
i give it to you fast or slow
or any way you like
so give it one more chance
now how you want it
if we pick up where we caught it
[Lil Wayne:]
Voulez vous coucher avec moi BitcheZ (Showtime)
Re Re Re Remix [x4]
(You Know What Time It Is Right)
[Swiss Beats:]
Chilling In My Beama
[Lil Wayne:]
Sitting On Me Phantom
[Swiss Beats:]
Listening To Either
[Lil Wayne:]
Listening to the Anthem
[Wayne:]
Weezy the bad man, one man band man
Your girl with me cell phone she no answer
He so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (this is the remix)
So i let her lick the rapper
She take care of me
And all me homeboys after
Jumpoff Jumpoff the girl is a jumpoff
I let her snort a mountain
And she just jumped off
Jumpoff Jumpoff you know she a jumpoff
Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jump off
You make it so hard when its all so basic
Chevy grill looking like a set of new braces
South side baby
We outside baby
kush and a swisha
money over b*tches
never kill a women
unless she a witness
all about my business
survival of the fittest
she let me hide my weed in her titties
b*tch i got the cash in a rubberband
i got the glock already cocked, BOOM!
f*cking with a n*gga meet my motha f*cking goons
sorry for the wait carter 4 coming soon
light it up cause imma smoke good
she tried to deep throat, i f*cked around and choked her
its young money motha f*cker game over
shots leave ya body looking like you doing yoga
and Lord knows i am a sinner pain pills for dinner
b*tch i am getting money like i got a money printer
i got a chopper and a trimmer shootin like jimmer
you coming in that water boy you better be a swimmer
i aint worrying bout yall sitting in my hole
while miss anita baker say you bringin me jaw
i came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
and we all yell f*ck you b*tches and kept goin
i am on and thats right baby
i aint goin out this b*tch without a fight baby
one request please dont bite baby
i got some bomb ass pussy from this white lady
i aint lying im gonna shine like a nickel or diamond
i smoke a lot of weed to keep them b*tches off my mind
girl stop talkin that shit go and suck a n*gga dick
for a new outfit
and even if the sky come fallin
i got faith in my weed man
but lil n*ggas got yay by the bean bag
hit ya ass from side like a screen pass
and that red bandanna is the team flag
yeah, all up in your f*cking face
Ain't Nobody f-cking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherf-cker
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, p-ssy niggas gon hate
Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that bitch about face
And then I gotta split
I'm sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby don't leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I'm talking about money and the power
Power and the money
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy
Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Young Money motherf-cker yeah
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis
Don't love that bitch, I f-cked that ho
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe
And I stink cause I got a lot of shit on my mind
They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9?
I stand infront of the clock
Cause I'm ahead of the time
Knock your pussy ass off
And send your head to your mom
I ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?
I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
Now ain't that about a bitch?
It ain't never about a bitch
I'll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
Backed up by a bunch of G ass niggas
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
Eagle street where the real niggas hung
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts
F-cking with me it's blood, brains or guts
F-ck yall for real though
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows
Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, Gone
Baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook
You can't use that phone
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
One time for the G's, the niggas got it lock'd
The niggas with the keys, The niggas on the block
The niggas on they P's and Q's
Put your bitch on the evening news
Jumping in the game better read the rules
High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon
F-ck with me die soon, not late
And I'm sorry for the motherf-cking wait
Uh, She so sophisticated
She'll catch a nigga nut and then refrigerate it
I wear a rubber and we fuck till we get hydrated,
I pull it out, bust on her face and call her cry baby
I kiss her neck, i kiss her stomach and then i kiss that pussy,
and then i eat it from the back, but I don't do crack
and then I get this monster hard and ask her where to put it?
she tell me Tunechi hit it raw, i tell that bitch you crazy
Don't want no HIV, dont need that honey, move to vegas?
it's YMCMB, the fuckin' alpha and omega
The presidential Double R, call it Ronald Reagan
i fuck yo bitch we cum together, call that congregating
I be balling on these Niggas, Sports Illustrated
Tough in the streets, but you in a court with a statement.
Ain't that a bitch? Man, kill everybody but the babies
give that bitch nigga the blues till he fuckin navy
Man I be riding around with that yoppa,
I pop a nigga like..
All you hoes get topless
suck this dick till its spotless
too many hoes I got options
i aint never trippin', you can ask bitch.
I'ma send em back with her pussy lips looking just camel lips
you fuckin with some real niggas, blow your fuckin head off
they say life is a bitch, i hope that bitch a red bone.
all i know is get money, bitch aint gettin shit from me.
fuck a six pack, six bullets give you six stomachs
tell her how that pussy taste
she's been eating pineapples
Throw it back like a Quaterback
hit that ass like a Linebacker
put that pussy on me
we caught up in the moment
AK with a hair trigger
nigga don't make me comb it
it's like a full time job not to kill niggas
some of my homeboys job is to kill niggas
yea, cause I'm still on probation
Write yo name on the bullet thats a dedication
Don't let your mouth open up
Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no
Aint no snitches ridin wit us
Ol mo the mouth niggaz could holla the front
Cant no loose slips get on my yacht
I leave player haters at the dock, watch
And your nigga help ya burn the block
As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop
Ya settin up federal appointments now
Nigga all in court pointing out
Daddy not knowing what he doin his child
We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea
Just to show him what we's about
Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea
You inside can't leave ya house
Two donut lovers to police ya house
I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house
And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up
Wizzy nigga been bout me
Stay low so you don't know shit bout me
Make no mistake I'm a veteran at
Me never rat mommy taught me better than that
Get a gat if you ain't got one already
If you do then you ain't got enough get two
And you could never get me nigga get you
And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you
I'm rollin wit my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune
aint no girl came out of mom's wound
Real nigga shit muthufucker I'm tuned, and I was taught
If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present
A man don't listen
They throwin brick but they hands is missin
Just watch what you sayin sissy
Aint no telling who spillin the earl
You telling yo boy he tellin his girl
O, Now she telling the world
It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha
But I don't neither cop shit neither
Either close yo mouth or meet the heater
We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper
You go up north nigga's boost they fee up
This where the real hustlers meet up
Look out anybody can be them people
Yo own people could be them people
No glasses can help you see them people
They around too many evil people
Detectives wanna get even equal
My desert eagle ain't even legal, but sssshhhhhhhh
Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you
Leave them niggaz be let them stay from you
These niggaz mouth's is runnin like hot water, I swear to God
Real niggaz takin falls like Niagara
Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen
These niggaz is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name
It ain't a game it used to be one
Its like these niggaz got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist
Use when yo bitch get a pap-smear
That's pussy anyway
Featuring: Drake
Verse 1- lil Wayne
I tell her, now go and pop that p*ssy for a real n*gga,
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her.
N*ggas is jelous, but really I could care less,
I'm in hells kitchen with an aprin and a hair net.
Devil on my shoulders, the lord is my wittness,
So on my lebra scale I'm weighing sins and forgiveness.
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop,
Karma is a b*tch, well just make sure that b*tch 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've been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet.
( haha )
but I'm, Ray Charles to the bull sh*t,
Now jump up on that d*ck and do a full spit.
Chorus 1- Drake
Uhhhh,
She just started to pop it for a n*gga 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 of and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,
Cuz she bad, so maybe she won't,
But sh*t, then again maybe she will.ÂÂ
( yeah )
Do it for the realist n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will, she will, she will.ÂÂ
( uhh )
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )ÂÂ
Do it for the realist n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will, she will, she will....
Verse 2- lil Wayne
I tell her, now go and pop that p*ssy for me,
Haters can't see me but them b*tches still looking for me.
And you can take that to the bank and deposit that,
Put your 2 cents in, and get a dolla' 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 wine n dine.
Try to check me and imma have them checking poses,
They say chose wisely, that's why I was chosen.
Rocking like asphalt, it's the cash fault,
Looked in the face with that, and took his mask off.
Now I like my house big and my grass soft,
I like my girl face south and her A$$ north.
But I'm, Ray Charles to the bill sh*t,
Now hop up on that d*ck and do a full split.
Verse 2- Drake
Uhhhh,
She just started to pop it for a n*gga 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 of and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,
Cuz she bad, so maybe she won't,
But sh*t, then again maybe she will.ÂÂ
( yeah )
Do it for the realist n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will, she will, she will.ÂÂ
( uhh )
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )ÂÂ
Do it for the realist n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will, she will, she will....
Lil Wayne- " ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy! "
Chorus 3- Drake
Uhhhh,
She just started to pop it for a n+gga 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 of and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,
Cuz she bad, so maybe she won't,
But sh*t, then again maybe she will.ÂÂ
( yeah )
Do it for the realist n+ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will, she will, she will.ÂÂ
( uhh )
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )ÂÂ
I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real high and neva look back and u don't wanna try me don't
I look strapped
I come from the hardest city ain't nobody
Fuckin wit it got a black and gold sole and a fresh new
Orleans fitted , a colared polo and a pair of bally
Bucks young money muthafucka know ya worried
Bout us cash money muthafucka see im all I trust
Neva had my jaw broken but his jaw i bust and i
Probly got ya girlfriend on my bus wat happened
On my bus stays on my bus and that white widdow
Weed out the jar is a must if u gimme a cigar than
A cigar i bust put that white widdow weed in the
Cigar and puff look ma im tryin to make a prono
Starrin us well not just us a couple foreign sluts
We could amke the summer manal n trallin ya'll
And i be wit jim jones and we be ballin ballin yea
Baby we ballin like rawlin and spaldin pint of dj
Screw and that hawiian i am leannin like a three
Legged lion climbin right to the top of the mutha-
Fukcin mountain countin i'm gonna need an accountant
To count it, manny got this fuckin beat poundin it's
Poundin but it was just lost until i found it, found it
Stole it like a scoundrel holly grove hounded put
This bitch to sleep fuckin rite i nite gowned it
Niggas talkin shit tell them niggas pipe down
Bitch bloods in the buildin and evry body sound-
Les beatin up the track like a muthafuckin round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy i will spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my maccoroni baby i get up
In that ass and act a donkey candy on candy nigga
Gripin the grain see i am the only fire that can
Live in the rain i am so so new orleans like 1825
Tulane bitch
Bitch better have my money
Dont test me, motherfucker I study
and wifey keep telling me the pills gon kill me
Fucking up my sperm count and she want children
Back on my bullshit, Im back on my bullshit
Imma dead man walking, follow my footprints
If you scared go to church, Ill shoot at the porch pit
My girl pussy sweeter than a Watchamacallit
I aint worried 'bout them, I say hi hater
I throw you off the top of a scyscraber
5 Boro, we go booze off
And I rather be po' before a po-po
Dont come down here
If you aint from down here
Fuck around and get stucked like gum down here
And that vest wont help
cuz Im aimin at your scalp
and all my underwear say Ralph
Man all I do is Skate & Smoke & Rap & Fuck
Skate & Smoke & Rap
Man all I do is Skate & Smoke & Rap & Fuck
Skate & Smoke & Rap
Now let me see you
Kick-Flip, Kick-Flip, Kick-Flip, Kick-Flip, Kick-Flip, Kick-Flip
I gotcha bitch
Dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped
I gotta call and nigga its my sweeeeeetie
5 go's and her mouth spell weezy?
Bitch monkey on the dick
And I aint no magician so I never love a trick
Man light up that swisher
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Punch him in the kisser
Kidnap his mom and fuck her like Stiflers
Tatted everywhere, man these hoes love a nigga
Glock with the magazine do you want the cover nigga, huh?
Im in that Trukfit
Im in that pussy and I beat it like a drumstick
Talk stupid and I put you on a milk carton
Or I just shoot you in the back, handicap parking yeah
My gun Pao like Gasol
If you dont want beef milk the cow, cowboy
And tell them snitches, Im rap poison ... Pussy motherfucker
Man all I do is Skate & Smoke & Rap & Fuck
Skate & Smoke & Rap
Man all I do is Skate & Smoke & Rap & Fuck
Skate & Smoke & Rap
Now let me see you
G5 sitting on the runway
Big ass chopper: call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, power, respect: 3 the hard way
I put some real niggas on their feet, boy
So they'll kill anyone for me, boy
Yeah, YMCMB boy
Young Tunechi fresh to death
Rest in peace, boy
My Gat bang your hat hang
I ride off with Mack Maine
I drink Patron straight
You niggas keep that champagne
My pa is the Birdman
I'm rich as a white man
I come to your show and kill you
And your hypeman
We roll in, let's roll out
My bitches don't hold out
They got Marley G
I gotta burn my lil bro out
Let my dreads grow out
My bitch got a blow out
Mi casa, su casa
My house is, a ho house
Only fuck with, real niggas
Polo, fuck that Hilfiger
Yeah I'm on a pill nigga
Feed you to my little niggas
Shout out to my big homies
Fifi and T-Streets
Scope on that AK make me take a sneak peek
T, roll another one
Razor blade on the tongue
You ain't never seen this watch
Nigga, this a wonder one
You niggas is honey-bun
Your girlfriend a ton of fun
Chopper with a drum, muthafucker
Give the drummer some
Cut that like my blunt is done
Suck a nigga's dick or something
Pop that pussy for me then wile out
And then give my nigga's some
I'mma do my thing
I put that on Nicki Minaj, I need a bad redbone
To come give my dick a massage
I'm talking big money
I'm talking heavyweight
I cut down on the syrup
Now I'm in better shape
I'm from New Orleans nigga
Where you ain't never safe
Who fuck with me, I drop you off
In front of Heaven gates
OK, jump off a building
Jump out a window
Smoke like a junky
And fuck like a nympho
Drink like a goldfish
That's right, you know this
Hold up: click-clack
OK, I'm reloaded
fuck with Lil Tunechi
I'm good I'm Gucci
Wild as Ryu
I hit you with that Hadouken
My money too long, nigga
My weed too strong, nigga
fuck everybody
I'm in my own zone nigga
And every time you see me I'm wet and I'm rolling
Tunechi rest in peace, fresh to death
And I'm rolling
About to fuck a bitch
I just met cause she rolling
Nigga we rolling, nigga I'm rolling
Gotta keep a towel
I'mma sweat cause I'm rolling
Pouring at a bitch nigga's neck, cause I'm rolling
Damn ma! I ain't come yet!
Cause I'm rolling. Bitch, I'm rolling
(feat. Dre)
[Verse 1: Dre]
My nigga I think we got one, well a nother one
Weezy
That's what they say when they play me when they here me on the radio
That's what the sayng to me
That's what hey saying to me
When the Remmys in the system ain't no telling
Will I fuck em' will I diss em'
That's wat they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation
Ya'll bitch ain't something
And I replace em'
You don't need me for nothing else my nigga
Go get em'
[Lil Wayne:]
And I got em'
When the remmys in the system
Ain't no telling at the spot where I'm a kiss em'
That's why they be yelling
I'm a daimond blood
My relation
Affiliation
Soo woo nation
And since day one
I look forward to
3, 4, 5 bitches in my porsche coupe
And yeah I be on that ass
Like a horeses shoe
If her religion is true
I'm bout' to visit the room
Is you comming?
[Hook:]
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
Tats what they saying to me
That's what they saying to me
That's what they telling me
Yeah
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
And aah haah
That's what they saying to me
[Verse 2:]
When the remmys in the system
Ain't no question I'm a fuck em' and diss em'
Leave em' never miss em'
I'm a pimp by blood
Nor relation
Ya'll be chasing
I replace em'
Drunk off this
High on that
Man I think the feds got mi iPhone tapped
Ain't that a bitch
Well I hope her ass fat
And if it is I'm a smash that
And pass that back
Back in the days
But back in the days
I sold crack for a few days
Then quit after I got paid
I ain't lazy
I just knew that there was more to be made
And I don't save money so I don't need a whore to be saved
I need a whore to be slaved
I need a whore to behave
I need a whore to be gay
What the fuck am I saying?
I don't need a whore for a thing
Cus' I got more game then bejing
[Hook:]
Yeah
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
Tats what they saying to me
That's what they saying to me
That's what they telling me
Yeah
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
And aah haah
That's what they saying to me
[Bridge:]
I'm talking bout I'm gon' do what I do
And they gon love me for what I do
And they gon' copy what I do
Yeah haha
I'm talking bout I'm gon' do what I do
And they gon love me for what I do
And they gon' copy what I do
Yeah
When the remmys in the system
Ain't n tellin will I fuck em'
Will I diss em'?
That's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation
Y'all be chasing
I replace em'
When the remmys in the system
Ain't n tellin will I fuck em'
Will I diss em'?
That's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation
Y'all be chasing
I replace em'
Huh?
That's what they saying
That's what they saying to me
They say you blow my mind
Aah huh
It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved
You know you couldnt find a better thug
And uh, you been peepin me since I was younger
So young that you even called me your little brother
But I'm all grown up now I got my own money
I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman
And guess what? my daughter want another
Sister or a brother and you lookin like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
And you took another bitch husband
The other bitch wasnt doin shit for him
She say she did too much, I say she did nothin
She need to quit frontin
I havent hid nothin and you love everything
Cant hide ya feelings, can't let my pride conceal it
You got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change, but...
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need
(It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away) -
Destiny Child CD, song number three
She cater to me till we fall asleep
Then we wake up and we pick up where we started
Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water
And she on stage waitin for me after my show
So no time for groupies, straight to the top flo'
Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
Then after an hour, she gon need another shower
I'm at home or in the coupe or in the office
Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin bout you
And, most of the girls that come by are cute
And they try to holla but they all on mute
And, my old girls turn they face up at me
And, they thrown they purses and they make up at me
Cuz you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but...
Come home smellin food on the stove
She done cleaned the whole house
Washed the dishes and the clothes
And we out we do it just how we supposed
Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls
Royce, choice of car dat we move
And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it
You hear them hallways we always doin it
Work cut, always feel like the first one
Perfect, when a nigga stressed off dat work shit
Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt
That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
And baby you can keep the change but...
It's kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
"Love her like..."
"Oh, oh yes I love her like..."
"Oh, oh yes I love her like..."
"Oh, oh yes I love her like..."
"Oh, oh yes I love her like..."
[Lil Wayne]
Oh yes I love her like Egyptian
Want a description? Her body's sickening
I can be her prescription, I can be her physician
Sexual healing, I can be her religion
And now she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling
I bless her as if she sneezed, must be the weather
I dress her, I am her sleeves, I am her feathers
She's fly, flyer than you, flyer than me
I love her, she loves me too, I love her three -
Times, more than her mom, time will tell that I'm the nigga
That she should, we should, be wherever she wanna
Be on a late night, mid day, AM
Just say when, and I know I be with cavemen
But never - mind them
She's poison and I am Michael Bivins
See I know that y'all don't hear me - but she does, we does
What grown folk do when they had too much to drink and I think
We done had to much too drink and...
[Hook - X4]
"Oh yes I love her like..."
Pussy, Money, Weed [X3]
[Lil Wayne]
Oh yes I love her like I ought to
I see you at the alter Mrs. Carter
I see you with my daughter, or son - more than one
Maybe five like the Jacksons, or John Paxson
Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion, and daddy will be home
Later on, smelling like the cologne that I put on
This morn, and I hope that you smell like woman soap
And shampoo, and lotion, and perfume, and candles
And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal, yes
I'm nasty as a Scorpio but I'm a lucky Libra
Got her wet like she's sweating out a fever, wow
Leave her, to me and she'll be smiling every single time
You see her - from e-ar to e-ar
I wanna be beside her when she sleep and she lay
Or we can stay awake and watch the next day
Clothes are overrated, panties are debated
Einstein - her head is the greatest
[Hook - X4]
Oh yes I love her like her dad told her no man would ever love her
Oh and I better be the only man sticking it
Licking it like an envelope, mailing it, sealing it
Read it, I have written down Victoria's secret
Don't tell nobody, don't share your body with nobody
Not even a finger, I will cut it off and let him keep it
Now that's for Weezy, baby and at my station
We have sex orientation
When I hit it, she squint like them orient Asians
I do me, I say hey miss Chung Lee I like to see your booty
Roll like sushi, I'm trynna dip my celery up in her blue cheese
Ah's, ooh wee's, wa la's, tah da's
Mhm's, uh huh's, oh yeah's, never oh no's
Until I have to go, and then its - never oh no
I tell her don't cry, I be back like the electric bill
[Chorus]
Ummm I wouldnt Care if You Was a Prostitute,
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew,
See It Wouldn't Make a Difference If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl,
And You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me Long As You Keep It Real,
Whatevers On Your Mind, Speak On How You Feel,
Stay Truthful To Me And Never Lie To Me,
And Don't You Ever Keep No Secrets No Matter,
You Know What I Mean...? Yeah...
And if you don't then I'll EXplain,
[Repeat Chorus]
Listen, I Say,
I wouldnt Care if You Was a Prostitute,
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew,
See It Wouldn't Make a Difference If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl,
And You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me Long As You Keep It Real,
Whatevers On Your Mind, Speak On How You Feel,
Stay Truthful To Me And Never Lie To Me,
And Don't You Ever Keep No Secrets No Matter,
You Know What I Mean Yeaaahh...
And If You Dont Then I'll Explain,
[Verse 1]
You could be my Mrs. Wayne, And We Can Do The Damn Thang.
I had to tell my brother, Man, I Met a Girl Like You,
And I Aint Never Met another Girl Like You,
But I know What To Do Wit a Gal Like You....I Do.
[Chorus]
I wouldnt Care if You Was a Prostitute,
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew,
See It Wouldn't Make a Difference If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl,
And You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me Long As You Keep It Real,
Whatevers On Your Mind, Speak On How You Feel,
Stay Truthful To Me And Never Lie To Me,
And Don't You Ever Keep No Secrets No Matter Whatever,
You Know What I Mean Yeaaahh...
And If You Dont Then I'll Explain,
[Verse 2]
See I Give up the game at the top of the arena,
Theres a jersey wit my name Baaaby,
Whats happening baby, whats happening baby,
You know you need to roll wit a champion baaby,
And Every Time I See You I Get Asthma Baby,
Like *Gasps*...That's My Baaby.
[Chorus]
I wouldnt Care if You Was a Prostitute,
And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew,
See I't Wouldn't Make a Difference If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl,
And You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me Long As You Keep It Real,
Whatevers On Your Mind, Speak On How You Feel,
Stay Truthful To Me And Never Lie To Me,
And Don't You Ever Keep No Secrets No Matter Whatever,
You Know What I Mean Yeaaahh...
Uhhhh...Yeaaaahhhh,
Uhhhh...Yeaaaahhhh,
Uhhhh...See, Cause,
[Verse 3]
I aint the kind that Kiss and tell,
But my man say that he really know you well,
But I don't carrree, I wanna know you for my damn self,
And even though stunnas say you scandalous,
And you known to go from one man to the next,
But I dont care what he say,
No I don't care what he say,
Because they can say what they want girl,
But they will never change my views,
Cause they will never know you the way that I know you,
And Im trying to share the rest of my whole life with you,
And if it gotta be a thong, so be it baby,
And if your friends cant understand...
[End Hooks 1 & 2]
You don't Need them Baaby...
You don't Need Em' Baaby...
You don't Need Em' Baaby,
Don't Need Em...Tell Em...
Now Let Me Hear You Say I Love It Baaby,
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...OooOo I Love It Baby
Say I Love It Baaby,
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
I Love It Baaby...
Say I Love It Baaby...
Yeah!
I loved her fancy underwear
I'd sit behind her every year
Waiting for the chance to get
To tell her I'm the one she should be with, oh
She's popular with all the guys
So innocent in my eye
I could see her in my life
She would've had []
But see, she had other plans I couldn't understand
Her and her stupid friends, varsity's biggest fans
Never'll forget the day she laughed and walked away
And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all
She had it all figured out
But she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
'Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is crying, sitting outside of my door
See, you never know how
How everything could turn around
They loved her fancy underwear
Every boyfriend, every year
She tried to keep 'em entertained
When they can hardly remember her name
She did everything she could
Just to make them love and treat her good
She'd find herself alone
Asking herself where did she go wrong
She didn't realize she chased the type of guys
That don't believe in ties, trying to apologize
Never'll forget the day she laughed and walked away
And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all
She had it all figured out
When she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
'Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is crying, sitting outside of my door
See, you never know how
How everything could turn around
She had it all figured out
When she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
'Cause she didn't think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is crying, sitting outside of my door
See, you never know how
Hold up, hold up is that who I think it
Is coming in here
Girl That's Cassidy
Hold on lets go to the dressing room
Get our self together put our
Pussy poppers on, we gon make
This money tonight
Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper
I'ma hustla so I be on the grind (on the grind)
I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind)
And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at)
The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at)
Where them girls that be takin off they clothes at (clothes at)
And where them girls that be slindin down them poles at (poles at)
Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at)
Who will get down on the floor and make they cheeks clap cheeks clap)
The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that)
And if you gotta couple dollars you can beat that (beat that)
Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at)
Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that)
Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father)
Since I can remember I been poppin my collar (collar)
You brought a dollar then holla believe that (believe that)
Girl ya pussy powerful cause niggas need that (need that)
Yea lil shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor
Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress
I'ma make it rain what she be makin on the basis
Pop them rubber bands yall know what it is
Talkin strip club shawty cause I'm payin on some bills
Got them bottle on deck yea this is how I live
Nigga if you and ya lil homie hatin give you both a pill
Only in Atlanta yea this is where it is
If you into rubber throw a hundred dollar bill
Yea shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper
So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor
Um, well it's the libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby
And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady
And u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep
I smoke an drink that grade A
And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss
I'm talkin diamonds and pearl tongues young prince
And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie
And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii
Lets get it poppin honey now get it poppin shawty
Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy
Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party
(feat. Dre)
[Intro: Dre]
This is, this is, this is, this is
We are not the same I am a martian
We are not the same I am a martian
[Female voice talking]
Greetings from planet Weezy, we will begin transmission in
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
[Chorus: Dre & Lil Wayne]
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
And if you feel like the best, go 'head and do the Wezzy we and
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
PHONE HOME, WEEZY
[Lil Wayne]
We are not the same I am a martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock, load, ready to aim at any target
I could get your brains for a bargain
Like I bought it from target
Hip hop is my supermarket
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
We are not the same I am a alien
Like Gonzales, young college student who done
Just flipped the game like Houston, I'm used to
Promethazine in two cups I'm screwed up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up
Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up
Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup
Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut
I get bread like cold cuts, you know what?
Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up
Weezy!
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They don't make'em like me no more.
Matter fact, they never made it like me before
I'm rare like Mr. Clean with hair
No break lights on my career
I never hade life, and I never had fear
I rap like I done died and gone to heaven I swear
And yeah I'm a bear like black and white hair
So I'm polar
And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the obars, I mean others
I could eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision
Well I'm gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can't stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain't got to his son a shoot ya blah
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain't got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y'all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
Raindrops from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds do fly
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Ooh girl, I love you so
Good lord almighty, I'm in love with a whitey
I call her aphrodite, I call her when I need her
And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding
Life is just like moving mountains
When I can't cope, I'm hittin' that slope
That great white hope, and it aint no pressure
I can't feel nothing, but I never felt better
Hmm, but you were just no good for me
Killin' me softly, that girl is poison
Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow
Just so you know
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
I'll do it all again if I had the chance
Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I'll take the whole world on, I'm feeling so strong
Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane
[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
You used to make me feel so good
Like I was on top of the World
Sorry I gotta stay away from ya
But thats what the doctor prefferred
My friends told me leave you alone
And I just told em leave me alone
Its sad how our thing had to end, our reltationship was short and sweet
Nia Long and I see her in the streets but I can't bring her home
Man I was on her line all day, no phone, ha
No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana and truth is
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
I'll do it all again if I had the chance
Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I'll take the whole world on, I'm feeling so strong
Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane
[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Sweet sugar hill, Yeah I used to climb her
I never imagined she turned out to be but a cheap thrill
Thats when it turned sour, she gave me power
The World was our's, I used to feel invincible on that flower
But I had to change, yeah I had to change
So I left her for a bitch named Mary Jane
Now everything is cool, everything is fine
Girl, I'm moving on, I left you behind
Every now and then you pop up on my mind
I might f-ck you one last time cause..
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
I'll do it all again if I had the chance
Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I'll take the whole world on, I'm feeling so strong
Don't feel the pain (don't feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Mama you wine fine
Mama you... mama you..
Mama... mama you wine fine
We need some quiet time
Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush, we need some quiet time
I get, I get
I, I, I get so deep in that pussy, I touch the back of your soul
You gotta man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll
Yea, let's ride like we attached to the road
And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode
Yea, where do the passionate go
I beat it up forever, girl I'll take a national oath
Nobody know what goes on the latch on the door
And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score
Yea, yea
I beat that, I be right when she call me, she got that shit I just can't avoid
She so addictive and she know that I do anything that she tell me
I am her personal sex toy
And then, I pop the bottle of that cris
I had a glass, she had a glass, I had a glass, she had a glass, again
Ya know, then she was ready got to it
One time, two times, hit me up and I take that ass again
And I told her
I see ya walkin like the cameras on ya, I love ya backshots
I'm like a crackhead, and you got your crack out
See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse
You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out
Now what is that about
You got me sweatin you so hard, I'm bout to pass out
And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house
Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house
Uh huh
I know what I'm doin, I'm on it until the mornin
Hop on it until it's foamin, I bone it better than homie
I want it better than homie, come get on this pony
I put my name on it, I own it
That's right
Pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites
Give ya couple of thigh bites, then here comes the highlight
I could make ya act rrright
Take a ten minute break, then get back right
And then I told her
Yea, I told her
Ya mama gotta be a model, or somethin
And if you was a wine bottle, I'm drunk
She dance on me like it's just us girl
You could make a nigga pay ya rent for 6 months
Shhhi, I ain't lyin girl
I could make ya little pussy start cryin girl
You won't fire girl
You know the fireman could put out the fire girl
Are those applebottom jeans ya wearin?
She said these is Donna Karen
So tight, she can't even let air in
Man I swear I saw a blind man starin
No lie, and I hope she take her clothes off
So we can do it, 'til we doze off
We fall asleep with our clothes off
When we wake up, we pick up where we left off
[Lil Wayne talking]
Drought 3, yeahhhh aint shit to say
hahahaha bitch oh streis, snack lemme get em
You kno we strap all day and ride all night this is the life of a the life of a N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga
you kno nigga since the hurricane came came shit aint been right if u visit my city you could lose your life in the
N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga
I could fuck with this flow nigga,
not my flow nigga no nigga no young, no old nigga
im cold nigga ice cold nigga
god flow i spit bibles nigga ,
rifles nigga chop-chop bitch u pop and lock in my gun i like em pop bitch my shit poppin like im chris, no chris brown bitch its uptown bitch, that
uptown shit like wat now shutup ur shutdown bitch now sitdown bitch we gets down bitch now sitdown bitch dont make a sound bitch like a clown bitch that
red dot cover your nose like a clown bitch so dont run cause ima gun you down bitch, bitch dont i smell dont i sound rich, im like stunna im blowin out
the pound bitch i dont need help
i aint goin down bitch cause in the pool im on the ball like the round tip yea 8-ball side pocket i leave the club with two bitches in my pocket
hah naked pictures to my sidekick tell ya bitch quit sending them pictures to my sidekick and quit instant messaging my I.M. myspace tom them bitches
acting like im him and fuck the best nigga I AM bitches wanna fuck like there me and im them yeaa they share me like oxygen i got game and within a game i
got em in im talkin championship rings i gotta win we talkin championship rings i got ten and im on ma championship mayne just look at slim hah for them
haaah
Now crack your k and leave your knives
this is the life of a this is the life for us GUERILLAS, COKE DEALERS, DOPE DEALERS
[Lil Wayne]
Man move scout with the sickest, sickest
Semi automatic no click click, we don't feel you
Like an elephant, getting with a tick tick
Little little with a thick bit, and before I fork this
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, slick rick
Trukfit, t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Buy your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first
She give me brain, research, and I prefer reefer
But if you want some, that's cool, cause my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
[Big Sean]
OK, my girl's in carboat skirt off
I like the n-pples so wet that I can surf off
In the hot spot cause we never chilling
I do it for my n-gga, tough it do it till his pissing wet
Overground, overshine, ain't another n-gga overshined
I'm getting paid, it's open time, i'm rolling pine
I'm so divine, i'm west side, west side, dark glasses on
Like i'm going blind, looking like Eazy E, it's just me
And lil weezy wee, get off mine
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
[Lil Wayne]
On east side, them haters noning going west mine, west mine
This pumping so unface, mother... going deaf
Weezy and maurice at them haters noning gone rest, pumpin so on place
Tuchi, tuchi, tuchi I don't let them
Got so much, you gon need another nose man
I just played my hand, but I am not dealer
You see I got them teardrops, I cry, I cry a river
I got that trumphet t-shirt, listening to revert
I escape until my feet hurt, hot boy, free turt
Put on desert, put your hands beneath earth
And I don't sell drugs, but if you need work, my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
[Big Sean]
Wow, ok, boy this is what I do do
Got your sister dancing at the camp in a tutu
Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that vodoo
She say can't nobody do it better, I tell her true true, yeah true true
My my bro bro bercedez, b-tches ain't same
I got the girl you came with, and the girl she came with
She leaking and dripping, woah there
I might just come slipping and have your misses wanna go missing
And she addicted to my what d-ck, boy I get it
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
[Lil Wayne]
On east side, them haters noning going west mine, west mine
This pumping so unface, mother... going deaf
Weezy and maurice at them haters noning gone rest, pumpin so on place
Yezzir
It's me, the rapper eater
Feed me, feed me, feed me
Ahaha no homo
Yeah
One time for me, one time for the DJ
He be Khaled, I be Lil' Weezy
Baby if you ask me, if your nasty
Creative, give your bastards spit sporadic
I'm so diplomatic democratic
Touch it, bring it, push it systematic
Damn right, I kissed my Daddy
I think they pissed at how rich my Daddy is
And I'm his kid, I stunt with my Daddy
Call Ms Lee, she with my Daddy
So diss me, and don't diss my Daddy
'Cause who was there when no one wasn't
Just my Daddy
Who was there when I needed money
Just my Daddy
So who be there when I see the money
Just my Daddy
Who said that I'd be the one
Just my Daddy
Hello Hip-Hop, I'm home
It's your Daddy
When I say these
I don't mean the caddy
I mean these nuts, Akon and Khaled
Rick Ross, Tip, Stunting and Fat Joe
And I can-can-can't forget Brisco
And yeah, I had to squash the bullshit with so
Its a bakery here, just trying to get dough
Shout through my dreads my haitians and chicos
You looking for me, Ho
I'm in the 3-0
5 I'm the best rapper alive
Homeboy gotta mind that a map couldn't find
Homeboy gotta nine gotta that a cop couldn't find
But I'd be getting to it even if I was blind
Like a scary movie they screaming when I rhyme
I'm a King, you can ask Stephen if I'm lying
I'm a Prince, too demanding like my Mom
Too bold, too cold like wet salami and
ME, ME
It's all about ME
If a girl got a voice then she talk bout ME (me)
He say, she say, I say ME
We'll be in the M.I.A. ME
And me, and T, and big Ronnie
And the homie Street probably somewhere on the beach
And Tez and E probably somewhere in the jeep
And Marl in the Phantom with Mr. G
And ME, ME, it's all about ME
Play with me and it's all our beef
Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet!,
Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets!
Yikes! Yeeks! Great! Scott!
Storch! Can I borrow your yacht?
Watch me and my click go all out
Like the ball in the stands, we balls out
Boy, I don't know what y'all bout
But, I just spit like a dog mouth
Big ice been looking like a hog mouth
VROOOOOOMM, I had to bring the hog out(yeah)
Light them trees, bring a log out
Every day, Christmas, I'm eggnogged out
And Hip-Hop is my new bought house
(feat. Bobby Valentino)
Hey...
Hey... Yeah
Hey... Yeahh
Hey, Hey, Hey
(Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeahh)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa
(Yeah, Yeahh) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa
(Yeahh) Woo, Woo, Wooo... Yea, Yea, Yeaa
(Yeah) Woo, Woo, (Yeahh) Wooo... Bobby Valentino
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya (Yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (Chea)
We can see the sunrise before us (Yeah)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
(She know what I mean) I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Wee),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Wee),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
(Like a cop car)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Hey),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Hahaha)...
I'll make ya say...
[Lil Wayne:]
(Yeahh)... Doin a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop
Ha Ha... she got me thinking I can date a cop
Ha Ha... cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in the car, she cut off all the lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollering sounding like a siren
Talkin' bout...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I get high!! a-bove the law
And she know I'm raw, she know it from the street
And all she want me to do is fuck the police
Talkin' bout...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee... (Yea),
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (Yeahh)
We can see the sunrise before us (Umm)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
(Like a cop car)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Heey)...
I'll make ya say...
[Lil Wayne:]
Ha Ha... And after we got done
I said lady what's ya number she said 911
Haaa... emergency only
Head doctor perform surgery on me
Yeahh... and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs & heels
And I beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby yeah I beat it like a cop
Ha Haaa... beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby said beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time but her love is timeless
... Mrs. Officer...
I know you wish ya name was Mrs. Carter huh?
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee, Like a cop car...
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee...
I'll make ya say...
[Kid Kid:]
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm kid kid... my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big I catch a battery to hold ya
My hands so big you thought I told ya to pull it over
She pulled me over... pulled me out the rover
Then she pulled me closer... threw me in the back of the car
Put me in handcuffs start ripping my pants off
(all you hear over the dispatcher is...)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
[Bobby Valentino:]
Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key,
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift...
Cause it's on... tonight...
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast & head,
And I can't wait to get it on...
Wanna do it all night long... Mrs. Officer
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee...
(Verse 1)
Ahh,
This time Ima give you the truth
the truth and nothin but the truth
So help me God,now bring it on come on
You little suckas, bring home my brass knuckles and beat the odds?
Keep me high baby keep me hot
Gravity has been re-defined
Saw you in my concert waiting in line
I was on my tour bus taking my time
Then I hit the stage after that I got paid
Then I hit the presidential suite and got laid
Women in the thub everytime y bathe behind my shades
(chorus)
And Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
For the most wanted rockstarrr
The most wanted rockstar
The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar
(Verse 2)
Im so at ease, no enemies, Please
you hate me but do you know that im a killa
An alien tell ‘em suck my antennas
Ima mothafuckin winner, eat losers for dinner.
She can be my fairy, she can be my fuckin adversary
But if she talk she gon’ have to get buried
Looked in the mirror see im gettin neara
switch the geara
Shut up and ride bitch!
(Chorus)
Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
For the most wanted rockstar
The most wanted rockstar
The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar
(Verse 3)
My girls? Are black and so is my car
I fuck all day I don’t know bout y’all
Your girlfriend says she wanna go in my droughts
I got the bitch naked moan in my ???
Even though im not home
Man im so throw off the don’t know what im on
But I should lower my tone cuz im still the most wanted
(Chorus)
and Take my pictureee
And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll
Find me on top of your sisteeeer
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha
Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha, swizzy!
Young mullah baby, streeetzz..
Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga
Dats why you only see me wit some bape ass niggas
We gotta eat early like break fast nigga
New Orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4
Pussy ass niggas wont survive no mo
And the niggas say it is ours
but it aint ours no mo
From the deep part of the water where the divers wont go
Hey sharks, sup piranhas,
dem boys catfish, dem boys flanges
I pop on grove, I roll around ya,
hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza
Fuckin wit my..
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
yea, yea, ha ha
And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..
T streets - fuck, what the fuck I look like
Fuck my verse, nigga
swizz got the hook right
Asian let me catch em wit the beam an its cooked right
Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the nigga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad days, hello good nights
No my coke look like Carmelo?
Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
Its my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life
And fuck one time its..
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha
We young mullah baby yea..
I murder that boy, I kill that bitch
Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch
I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch
And ya stomach aint gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit
So aint no love for no otha so say I fuck dem tricks
Aint no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks
Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know
The person now the routes to couldn't see my flow
I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables
Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove
Nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes
Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the..
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
[Hook (x4):]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat lambo with your girl
She trying to jerk me
[Nicki Minaj Verse]
Drop to the floor make that dick shake
My home girls slurp it like a milkshake
All you niggas want some nick cake
If you eat ass I got a thick plate
Weezy, Weezy don’t we do this very easy
I came from Trinidad on a temporary visa
Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches
I fuck a bitch over like I’m sexing bitches
Tic-tac-toe then I put the X on bitches
Point game I score who’s next you bitches
Cause all you niggas fake
And all you niggas broke
So all you niggas fuck you
All you niggas choke
Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
So all you niggas toast
Cause all you deep throat word
Fuck fuck your lambo
Fuck fuck your merce
I got more money
In in my fucking purse
Court side you in the C Section
I’m with them bloods you you with the C Section
In Malibu I’m bout a sea section
And all these bitches is my sons
Yeah C-Section
I’m a Republican voting for Mitt Romney
You lazy bitches is fucking up the economy
Out in Miami I be chilling with a zombie
Diablo alejandro de mello gandhi
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne Verse]
I’m the shit turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I threw some bad bitches on my private jet
If them bitches ain’t fucking give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I’m the shit
Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch
Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level
Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don’t do pussy niggas, but get the most pussy nigga
I’m popping purps I’m sipping lean
Smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T, roll up my blunt
Skinnier than Rex Ryan
I’m counting money I’m smoking plants
Call that shit math and science
Now suck dick, Truckfit
Snapback on your dog ass
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass
They don’t want none, Sister Act
Cause Young Money you bitch you
My weed louder than pimp suits
Your bitch swallow my pimp juice
Her pussy wetter than swim suits
Swish Michael
Phelps nigga in your ho
Coupe the color of Yoohoo
Rude boy free Buju
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas
I been balling since 98
Fuck y’all I’d rather skate
Shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop tops
I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns
Y’all ain’t spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pussy, she like hard dick
Hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe
Guess you can call me a marksman
Wayne soaring
All my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring
Truckfit hat and some Jordans
[Hook]
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
I love myself
I love what I am
I love who I is
I love Weezy
Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy
You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga
And I don't love other niggaz
But I love other niggaz bitches
I love 20-inches on everything I sit in
I love my nappy hair
I love the shit I wear
You gotta love the squad-ad girl
If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad
Get outta here
You people love the shit I pop in your ear
You gon love the shit I do to hip-hop this year
You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this year
I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era; you gotta love me
That I know ma love me just cuz I got a lot of money
But I love that girl too, but I love that girl too
I let y'all know me and I would love to know you
Now come on
Everything that I love in this world
Has gotta be the greatest thing in this world if I love it
Cuz, I love this, I love that, I love y'all because
Everything in this world is just love
I know you probably love the bar, right
You love to live that big dog life
You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl
I love an all white pearls
Six with the two pipes barrel kit
I love to get it cracking in your girl lips
I love to sip from bill
I love to go hard purp-pill
You love that I'm a star and got that work still
Don't get it fucked because I love to work still
And you won't love how the hurt feel
How getting mirked feel
And I love how getting hurt feel
I know you love I got some of it on your shirt ee-yew
I need to treat you
As a matter fact I love to cheat you
Don't call me cool
Hey, you love me and I love to love you
I love fast cars
I love fast broads
I love fast money
I love Cash Money
I love a slow cigar
I love a slow ménage
What you love blower hard
Let's get it cracking money
I love to stack my money
You will love to jack my money
I love to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey
I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass
And that bust your ass in one gulp
I love to shit talk
You love to hear me talking shit on this
When Fresh dropping that nasty shit
That old uptown get down CMB classic shit
I like to ride around with a plastic fifth
I love to melt ya
I love them underground S-Q albums
Haters love to get you twisted
But I love the haters cuz haters just love twisted
Them bitches love Weezy
My bitch gon love me when I'm busy
With T-Rez fleece suit is Jayo nothing busy
[Verse 1:]
She said her name was Lisa Marie
And she was a beast
Woman so bad it's illegal to speak
She say she like me and she was eager to meet
And I was just as eager as eager as she
Body so sick u can eat off her feet
Go to the hospital die in a week
She say she was a model well obviously
Cause I can sure picture her between my sheets
Baby was a flower w/ rose pedal cheeks
And everytime she talk its like a gold medal speech
Intelligent she should teach.
And if so
I will be a nerd like screech
[Bridge:]
I told her I would write a rhyme about her
And it would be sweet
I said I need the perfect track she said that's deep
I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep
Now here is my song and this is the beat
[Chorus:]
This is the beat this is this is the beat
And here is my song about Lisa Marie
She she she said her name was Lisa Marie
Li-Lisa Marie [x8]
[Verse 2:]
She said her name was Lisa Marie and she was discreet
Her picture's in the dictionary next to elite
I told her we can get away we can retreat
Cut off my arms put um on her seat
Cut off my legs put um on her head
So I could run thru her mind like she does mine
And everytime she smile it make me feel like a child
In the supermarket on the candy isle
I saw a picture of her w/ her panties down
I fall asleep and dream I'm a camera now
I would love to be the water in her shower
Or one of her bath towels
[Bridge:]
I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet
I said I need the perfect track she said that's deep
I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep
Now here is my song and this is the beat
[Chorus:]
This is the beat this is this is the beat
And here is my song about Lisa Marie
She she she said her name was lisa marie
Li-Lisa Marie [x8]
[Verse 3:]
She said her name was Lisa Marie and she was a piece
A piece of fine art like a piece of the leak
She was unique ex-quisite
Like x y z she was complete
And I think she like butterflies
Because she got one on her upper thigh
And her face is like summer time
Birthday the same month as mine w/ a different sign
Virgo I go wherever her go
If she say so I'm on her like a fur coat
In November she colder than December
She got me fallin' like TIMBER!
[Bridge:]
I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet
I said I need the perfect track she said that's deep
I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep
Now here is my song and this is the beat
[Chorus:]
This is the beat this is this is the beat
And here is my song about Lisa Marie
She she she said her name was Lisa Marie
Let's Talk it over now
Let's talk it over now
Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food
Knew I would score on you like Shaq did in school
Knew I was stupid, Knew I looked like a big fool
I must of had the flu, I thought the shit was cool
Knew you would fall in love with me and the shit I do
But never knew you would murder me, what did I do
Knew you was right for me, knew I was right for you
Knew I would help you sell, knew I would write for you
Knew I would keep you well, knew I would fight for you
Knew I would pull my heart out and bring it right to you
You knew all about me baby, but you wasn't about me baby
Young Wayne, prepare for change
Because it seem like girly don't care the same
You had my chain, you beared my name, the we had champagne
Let's take a toast, to you and me
Let's drink a toast to honor the way its supposed to be
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh
Other people telling me I fell off
Other people telling me I felt y'all
Momma telling me I should have at least called
My mind telling me she should have at least call
Felt like I was at the bottom of the sea-saw
Felt like I was at the bottom of the sea-shore
But you got to let her be bored
And when you open up your eyes I hope you see more
And when I see you, I see a detour
Don't need to be depressed anymore
Baby girl I need more, now run your mouth until your knees sore
Let's talk it over
Let's talk it over
Let's talk it over Noooooooow
Let's talk it over
Let's talk it over
Let's talk it over Noooooooow
Let's talk it over
Let's talk it over
5 karats on her finger got her hand smitten
But everybody get a ring even Scotty Pippin
Everybody got a thing but I guess mine isn't
What my vision
Soo I just sit in my Lamborghini let my top vibe with me
Kick back and get high with me
And if she still get me
I hope my wife know she got a player for life and that's no bullshiting
I push love to it's full limit
Do a hundred-ninety in the lane called memory
And I know you in that lane with me
But when the light change
You didn't change with it
And now im honking my horn
got to get that dead grass off of my lawn
As I mow's on, the chanpagne's never Froze-on
As it pours on the floor
Let's take a toast, to you and me
Let's drink a toast to honor the way its supposed to be
[Intro]
What up? I got Nosk in here with me
This ain't a diss song, but uhm
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
I put it down, representin' for my team
I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
[Verse 1]
Money green, yellow broad
Aaron Rodgers, MVP award
This is Green Bay, bitch we go hard
This is Packer Country, where ya green card?
Terrible Towels, that shit's borin'
We got the ball, you know we scorin'
Yeah, and thats how we rockin' heavy metal
I'm up in this bitch wit' more Bloods than a blood vessel
Pitt' goin' down, say hello to the devil
Just beat the Bears, now we got the Steelers on the schedule
Yeah, no love for 'em boy, breakin' hearts
We gon' toast these niggas, Pop-Tarts
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
I put it down, representin' for my team
I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
[Verse 2]
Got a call from my homie, this just in
The Packers in the Super Bowl and they better win
They call him Big Ben, but he weak though
We in Dallas, but we Lambeau leap hoe
Long hair, don't care, Clay Matthews
We shittin' on these fools, no bathroom
Yeah, got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up, touchdown on Ike Taylor
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
I put it down, representin' for my team
I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
[Verse 3]
Uhh, big G's on the helmet
Steel Curtain? What is that, velvet?
And if we win, I'ma throw a Super Bowl party
And blow a cigar like Vince Lombardi
I'm in Wisconsin, smokin' Amsterdam
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, but I been a Packers fan
We knocked the Eagles and the Falcons and the Bears off
Now we 'bout to cut Troy Polamalu hair off
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz (Go Pack go)
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
I put it down, representin' for my team
I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
Green and yellow, green and yellow
[Outro]
Uh, go Pack go
Uh, go Pack go
Uh, we yellin' go Pack go
Yeah, like I said, this ain't a diss song
I just love my team, that's the team with them big G's on the helmet
You know what it is, oh yeah
Uh, huh, that's right, Carter 3, come on
Yea, Yea, walk with me, come, go with me
It's lil' Weezy Baby, ha, ha
And I'm just lightin' up my, la
And I'm just lightin' up my, la
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Yea, yea, yea, 1, 7
Cash money, young money
Born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans
I will forever remain faithful New Orleans
I thank you New Orleans, thank you Holygrove
That's been my hood since a snotty nose
I come trough the hood suicidal doors
I use to come through the hood on the handle bars
Gat in my draws, money in my pocket
Crack in my jaws, I hope it don't dissolve
And you know I'm duckin' 5, 0 and my moms
Young and quick to go off like car alarms
Now the youngin' keep his mind on the Parmesan
Them other niggas ain't eatin' like a romadon
Spit the shit that make ya feel it in yo' chromosomes
Got my the money put my whole damn corner on
Young Carter part 3 on the corner store
Eagle street, keep it goin' 'til homasome
And I'm just lightin' up my, la
And I'm just lightin' up my, la
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And I'm just lightin' up my, la
And I'm just lightin' up my, la
Can I kick it?
Can I kick my story to y'all? My glory in God
My faith in my flow
I pray that I go where no other rapper has
And when you're rappin' as vivid as I
And limited as the sky so I study B.I
I bang Tupac, I hum Aaliyah
And soldier slim was a leader
Who am I not to follow greatness?
I give these mc's hell like they all atheists
Tell them hatin' niggas one like they in the matrix
And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets
I'm a can keep the paper running like a pair of aces
Used to sport the Gucci bucks nigga no laces
Striped polo, five pocket girbaud
Mama got a two totter, I'm rockin' dolo
I used to have the starter jacket with the logo
And the hat, me myself had the no, that's the saints nigga
And I'm just lightin' up my, la
And I'm just lightin' up my, la
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Can I kick it?
It's Lil' Wayne and I'm a shine in da rain
Na, nothing gets clear without me signing my name
I'm just head lining da game
Won't quit till I'm a rod and da game
They ridin' da bench, they not and da game
I misplaced the key to da lock and chain
My spot remain like a bleach stain or cranberry
It's murder she wrote like Angela Lanceberry
I remember being small mane
New toys when my momma won a card game
Got my gifts before Christmas
Didn't have to wait for them
I had a 10 speeder scooter and a skateboard
(Ha, haa)
And we moved to the suburbs
Me and lil' Toya Johnson was love birds, aw man
And I swear, I feel born again
Uh...Hello...New mixtape bitch...Iz called Da Drout 3
Yeah...This was supposed to be the intro, but uhm...
I guess ima gonna uhm...Do what yall came here for...
Yeah...Rasta dem king of the jungle,
Dread lock swing down me back like Reppunsle.
My bread don't swing. Dem packs in a bundle;
We'll take your tings, sell it back to your uncle.
And we'll make it rain till your dances will come true;
We'll make it rain so you betta bring a swimsuit.
Alone when I came, but I'm leavin with them two;
Gals give me brain, give me brain like temples.
And him got the game, game sharp like a pencil;
And if you want formage we can crash like a symbol.
And Let prepare me window, on my new sports coupe;
twelve hoarses in the hood, sittin on hoarse shoes.
Come from the land that Jesus walked through;
Sacrifice me life, man I bleed for me uncle.
Them no want to run, run with me them no want to;
Murder them, and the family them belong to.
Next ting them kno I run a street like a cardoor;
You go after me, me I dearly depart you.
Hip hop is mine now, Mine what you gone do?;
I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two.
Playtime for me, cuz see to me, they are cartoons;
how come every joint be on point like a harpoon?
How come evry bar stand strong like a barstool?;
how come every line is so raw you gone snort too?
Murder them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them.
Man murda them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them.
and that is why i'm hot...
Its Da Drought 3, Welcome.
Haha, uh..
Man, fuck them bitches & them hoes
& Them n*ggas pussies; camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light
Bitches Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like the Scorpio
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put it over-time, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
& The weed loud, like a lions roar
Stare into the eyes.. The eyes of forever
Hear no evil, see no evil; Helen Keller
No music on. Rock It Accapella.
& I don't need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga countin' money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
Young Money isn't on me, bitch I'm Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me "Tunechi", Mama call me "Tune"
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded; yellow short bus
We do drive by's, we do walk-ups
& Bitch I be so high, I get star-struck
Millz in this bitch, he say "fuck them hoes"
& the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
& I eat some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
Our bodies slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I'm from Eagle Street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder first degree
YMCBM.. We don't give a fuck
You faker them some titties, you getting' titty fucked
Ha, this the best/worst feeling
& Nigga if I die, I die a death worth living
Uh, this that textbook G-Shit
I've been in that water, but I never been sea sick.
Yeah, knock me or knock your face off
Life's a crazy bitch; Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Uhh, straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
And snap back and battle my own shadow cus y'all wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies
Sir I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
I'm all red I'm on fire like an ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'ma spit in your face)
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gone
Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I'll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'ma swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal
Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So I'ma spit in your face)
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back
Let's just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it
Yeahhh, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cus you don't get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives
Yeahhh!
So I'ma spit in your face
Yeah, I'ma, so I'ma spit in your face, yeeahhh
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo ohh
Ay yo oohh
Ay yo oo ohh
(Ay yo oo ohh)
Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like odogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like roll call
Pain killers got a nigga bout ta doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yeaa, And fuck them other niggas,
1 9 hundred who want It I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
Im higher than the mothafuckin Alps my nigga
Im flyer than the mothafuckin stealth my nigga
Young Money shit top shelf my nigga
We the mothafuckas like Milf my nigga
UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now im in the trump
And everybody watch your back,when your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles
Why thank you,if you a hater
Im eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your gualla, sue em' later
Young Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think your sweet, buy a room nigga
Die or move nigga, Im on my gang shit,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothafucking blunt,
stupid fruity swag like a mothafuckin runt
And I be with my dog like a mothafucka huntin
Everyday of the week is the first of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this shit now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street shit, well of course, I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, i land
feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
and when it come to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
Ok, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money
Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan
Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black chucks
Hollywood shotgun, watch me make you act up
Saints cap, new car, paint that if it ain't black
Red light, press a button, make the top think back
That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sober up
You close minded, I shoot you in the head I bet chu open up
High yellow women with her hair to her ass
Bring her home, fuck her like a belt den I crash,
And when it comes to head, I get dat head of the class
I got them green backs like I laid on the grass
Lucci be my nigga, the east is up the building
Young Mula bait, the blanks already filled in
Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull
Weezy baby nigga I ain't just good muthafucka I'm...
[Chorus: Lucci Lou]
I'm Goooooood
I'm Goooooood
I'm Goooooood
(Hehe No Ceilings)
I'm Goooooood
I'm Goooooood
[Lucci Lou:]
Yea,
Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurtin'
Phone still ringin' so I'm still workin'
Got coke for a starters drink if you still slurpin'
Even got a couple pills if your back hurtin'
Uhhh, they call me Mister Pharmaceutical,
I'm getting money every time I'm in the studio,
I'm getting money bitch even when I do a show,
I get the money even if I have to sue a hoe,
That's how the game go eastside play it cold,
We love the new coupes, we love the necks froze,
You could'ntbeat me if you could,
Weezy baby, Lucci Lou and we goood...
Michael phelps this for you baby,
Im goin for the gold
my heart is in control,
My mind is on succeed
and i am in the lead
dont buy into the schemes the science or stratege
just giant N U T's
brings triumph and belief, im a lion
on redeem, inspired by the green
never tired nor fatigue
never defiant to my team
never lying on the thing until
im lyin on the thing
hooked to wires n things imma die as
a king, if i dont do it now imma try it again
and when i do accomplish it ima try it again
ima riot insane
im a lion my mane hangs down to my stringss
and their tied to the game,
I stay dry when it rain im tired of the fame
Got everything to gain and im proud of the pain
the pride and the plain the wise and the strange
denied by the sane beside were the same
whose guidin the train,
whose flyin the plane,
whose drivin the lane,
who dies when it bang,
who fires when it bang,
who lies in the aim,
two lives in the drain,
who cries when they sang,
you hide but you cant
you high but you aint
i advise you to thank
find what you cant
revive what you taint survive what u paint
supersize what u shrank,
the fries and the drank,
admired as a saint,
defined by my rank,
combined with my strength,
my time and my length,
ima iron out the kinks,
yes im on the brink,
and in the eye ima wink
ima retire in a bank,
yeahhhhhhhhh
and im no quita cuz im a go im a go im a go getta,
no im no quita
cuz im a go im a go im a go getta
yeahhhhhhhh,
im gone get it, im im gone get it, im im gone get it yeahhhhhh,
cuz im a go ima go ima go getta,
victory consistently train all year to be the
enemies misery,
no stress visably neither does it enter me
I think positively,
you cant harm me mentally,
not physically not spiritually
you never get rid of me i am the epitome if this is
what u did to me nothins what u did for me,
nothins what u give to me,
i take whatever im visioning
i break all of the limitings
i shake all of the gimicking the fakery the trickery
nurse how sick is he worst im sickening,
i'll be at the finish line first how quick is he,
ima make sure they mention me for the next century,
ain with the bickering im full of dignity,
im full of energy pull out the inner me
a bull after dinner meat
i stood in the winter heat,
it could be the end of me but good be defendin me,
yeahhhhhhhhhhhh,
and im not quita im a go im a go ima go getta
yeahhhhhhhhhhhh,
and im no quita im a go im a go im a go gettaaa,
and im no quita cuz im a go ima go im a go getta,
yeahhhh
im allergic to cheatin
and i hate failure and i am in love with
achievement above and beneath it
a hug when i greet it
my eyes on the prize and i love when i seek it
done with the speakin begun with the preachin
I pray until i am one with the deacon
i play until i have won whatever we win
i play until i have won and then i rewin
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
and im no quitaaaaaaaaaa,
im a go im a go im a go getta,
yeahhhhhh,
and im no quitta
im a go im a go im a go gettaaaa,
im gon get it ye im gon get it ye im gon get it,
yeahhhhhh
and im no quita,
im a go im a go im a go getta
yeahhhhhhh
im no quitta im a go im a go im a go getta
yeahhh
and im no quita
cuz im a go im a go im a go gettaaa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is the Carter muthafucka, yeah
And in my building I must keep it real
And man I miss the times, we would shine
You would keep on your side
You would teach me how to ride
And you would teach me how to pry
Then we get on the line and go over our lines
We were in the same position
And that's when you change position, shit
I had never change and I miss ya
And it's strange but I never forget ya
Throw that at you and them bitches homie
And I know that ain't you wit that dissin' on me
That's why I never replied and never will just let em live phony
If ya ever died I swear to God I got yo kids homie
Whats mine is their I gotta give homie and yeah
We still a army in this bitch homie
Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie
What's really real is you feelin' me nigga
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga
And I ain't got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missin' me
Gizzle but
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Many nights, club poppin'
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were blowin' trees
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were hustlin'
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Me and you, through thick and thin
(Yeah)
Me and you, through the very end
(Yeah)
For only you, I was in the game
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Many nights, club poppin'
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were blowin' trees
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were hustlin'
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Me and you, through thick and thin
(Yeah)
Me and you, through the very end
(Yeah)
For only you, I was in the game
(Yeah)
And I remember when you came to the click
I had already made my name in the click
But you got famous and shit
I got my solja rag and dangled my shit
I was down to just to hang wit you shit
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click
And I ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me, shit
But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat
At them shows while you performed and posed
I was waitin' for a nigga to jump
See I was patient but was ready to duck
'Cuz you my brother chump
Real Gs never buckle up
But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real
And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down
Even if you turned around muthafucka
But history is history
I miss you and I know you missin' me
Juve it, but
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Many nights, club poppin'
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were blowin' trees
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were hustlin'
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Me and you, through thick and thin
(Yeah)
Me and you, through the very end
(Yeah)
For only you, I was in the game
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Many nights, club poppin'
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were blowin' trees
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were hustlin'
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Me and you, through thick and thin
(Yeah)
Me and you, through the very end
(Yeah)
For only you, I was in the game
(Yeah)
You was my nigga, my nerd, my joy, my herb
My main muthafuckin' man Turk
My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father
I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved
We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept
We lived, we died, I stayed, you left
Remember how we played to the left
And we stayed out of trouble 'cuz we stayed to our self
Remember Slim and B were leavin', handin' the ki's over
Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia
While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas
And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna
Yeah those were the times my brother
Now I recognize real and I honor my brother
Yea nigga sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother
The nigga you left behind is my brothers
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Many nights, club poppin'
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were blowin' trees
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were hustlin'
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Me and you, through thick and thin
(Yeah)
Me and you, through the very end
(Yeah)
For only you, I was in the game
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Many nights, club poppin'
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were blowin' trees
(Yeah)
Many nights, we were hustlin'
(Yeah)
Man I miss my dawgs
(Yeah)
Me and you, through thick and thin
(Yeah)
Me and you, through the very end
(Yeah)
For only you, I was in the game
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I stepped on a fly, on a petal
Girl was a ho so I sat over better
I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot
So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got
Like "hey, I like the view from here!"
I'm so high I can't see you from here
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me
And these bitches just looking for a daddy
Pussy getting problems, can't live without em
The weed too loud, turn up the volume
Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow
That's why I go hard, ho
God bless the world, and most people in it
It's anybody's name, but nobody's winning
Mona lisa smile, that bitch barely grinning
Take you off the face of the earth like a blemish
We wen't from boyz to menace, menace ii society
Now we get high, call that shit karate
Blame it on the money, the money is the bad guy
Smoke so much good, I don't even have a bad side
Yeah, I got a pussy hangover
Bitches eat me up like my name is russell stover
Murder the perception, make em get it right
If I'm flirting with affection, I'm fucking her that night
I'm a southern delight, louisiana pride
The belly of the beast, it ate me alive
Tell them bitches they'll never take me alive
Ever since the day that I took a walk outside
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
And I stepped on a flower
On the petal
I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot
So I guess I gotta work with th elittle bit I got
I'm so high I can't see you from here
Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me
And these bitches just looking for a daddy
Pussy getting problems, can't live without em
The weed too loud, turn up the volume
Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow
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,
[3x]Only once the drugs are done
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying
I am sittin on the clouds
I got smoke coming from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin' touch football on Marijuana Street
Or in a marijuana field
You are so beneath my cleats
Get high, so high that I feel like lying
Down in a cigar
Roll me up & smoke me cause
I feel like dying
[2x]Only once the drugs are done
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying
Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis The 13th
Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine
I'm at the top of the top but still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine
Pop, Pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then I feel like dying
[2x]Only once the drugs are done
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying
I can mingle with the stars & throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane without a pilot
And violets are blue,
Roses are red
Daisies are yellow,
The flowers are dead
Wish I can give you this feeling that I feel like buying
And if my dealer don't have no more, then I feel like dying
[2x]Only once the drugs are done
Yea and we smoke that kush
That kush and we ball like swoosh
Yea like swoosh
Yea and we smoke that kush
That kush and we ball like swoosh
Yea like swoosh now how you like me now
Got the hog on 2-6
Press a button watch the mothafuka do tricks
I dont know what you on but im on some new shit
While your bitch is on my dick like a gluestick
I got a grill i dont got to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if i lose it
Straight out the clip thats how i spit like an oozy
You cant find me cuz im lost in the music
Im running this and i can jump the hurdles
Im feelin like im racin a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandanna like the ninja turtles
Im like a turtle wen i sip the purple
Buck 60 on the dash imma do two
Captain crunch these niggas is fruitloops
Thats why ur girl wanna fuk me and my group too
And imma make her back it up like shoo shoo
Im the birdman junior i gotta do coupes
I hop out that mothafuka holla soowoop
Hollygrove 17 im from the zoocrew
You wuld think every animal in the zoo loose
Fuk wit me im on that screw juice
But i keep my shit together not a screw loose
Word to my goosh boots
Im higher then a new suit cuz we smoke that kush
Buck 40 on a ring that i dont really wear
But i bet it light up the night like the city fair
This shit aint fair i didnt have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin like a polar bear
Im so aware im so prepared
Im so fly ill take off into the open air
Lift off cristal please crackers with cheese
Nigga please we on j-e-t's
Like Curtis martin in white and green
Im lightin lightin light the thing
Light the thing no reggie man
I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted
My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
Baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, to the left, to the left
If you wanna leave, be my guest, you can step
Feeling irreplaceable, listenin? to Beyoncé
But okay, I?ll put you out on your b?day
Hey, now if you rocking with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank, baby, we safe
I got game like E.A.
But I wanna let you play
And don?t I treat you like soufflé?
Don?t I look at you like I see a new day?
And don?t I do, what I do say?
I?m through talking so I?ma let you, Face
I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted
My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
So baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, let me catch my breath
Talking ?bout leavin? and you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
And I?ma send a jet to pick up the next
And if you leave, you?re leaving the best
So, you would have to settle for less
And I am no Elliot Ness
I don't handcuff, I don't arrest
I do confess to the murders, see
?Cause under them sheets I am a mess
Yes baby, you blessed
Now, just don't jump your nest, c'mon
I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted
My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
Baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat
I will never 1, 2, 3, 4 get
About you, your love, your sex
You know I work you out like Bowflex
Our jokes, no stress
Love, live life, proceed, progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect, yeah
Your back, your neck
Funny how that song haven?t got old yet
To us, so let's project, you stay in
Never incorrect, Face
I'm not sayin' this to shake you up
I'm just sayin' this to wake you up
It's all good when we makin' love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, it's granted
My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
Baby girl don't you ever get too comfortable
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
Word to God, my momma gon' like this one, yeah
Yo I think everybody gon' like this one, yeah
I got one, thank you Mr. West, Carter, Dre
[Verse 1: T-pain]
She owes me everything and she knows it
I've seen all the scenes in seen this movie, and she blows it at the end
She keeps talking to me, cuz she knows that I'm a friend
But I can't keep hearing it over and over again
I was the one that you came to when you broke up with your boyfriend
Man, fuck him
Girl I was the one, that told you fuck them other niggas
And you still fucked them other niggas
Most people learn from the bad things
I hope that you learn
And don't crash and burn in the fast lane
But if you read this letter then you caught me
This should explain all the ways that you taught me
[Hook: T-Pain]
How to hate a bitch
That owe you everything
At least a wedding ring
Moving on to better things
So don't you call me talking bout them other fools
I'm not good enough for you
I thought that we was cool
If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen
I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And I don't love them hoes
But don't fuck up with wayne cuz when it "waynes" it pours
No really, I'm on my "fuck that bitch" shit
You used to be the shit, but now you ain't shit, bitch
I had a red bone, but she be tripping though
All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon-toed
She used to always say, fuck my niggas
And when I went to jail, she fucked my niggas
Well, I guess I'm single for the night
And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night
And if I sound mad, then you caught me
But this shit explains that you're the one that taught me
[Hook: T-pain]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Coke in the ciroc
Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot
I'm over the bitch, and she over the top
They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock
Well, and I wish I never met ya
And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better
And all I had to do was put two and two together
But that just makes four, but not four-ever, damn
So much for being the perfect couple
I put in overtime, I was working doubles
I wish you the best, good luck boo
Weezy f, for fuck you
[Bridge: T-pain]
No ain't nothing going on
Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home
Get away from here, girl I'm so glad you're gone
This is the last song I'm writing for you
Now I see how you can be
I don't want you 'round you me
All you do is down me girl
How many years I tried to get ya
Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cuz girl?
I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you niggaz is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood
'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calm
But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose
He had too much talkin, not enough Deuce'
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up
I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him
Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin up bangers, ridin under the moon
Throwin up fingers sayin "My side rule"
If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove
That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool
And I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, aren't I cool
But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
Swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga
All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga
I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to
Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy
That tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy
Wit your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big uzi, tissue the boy
I'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy
You need sooches on your smooches boy
Hard Body Motherfucker Got The Heart Of A Killer
Young God In The Building 'Bout To Start A Religion
'Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some missiles
Bring 'Em Straight To Your Block And Go To War With You Bitches
If you Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position
Shoot A Nigga On The Porch And Make Him Fall In The Kitchen
Copped A Big Boy Porsche With All The Specifics
And I Keep The Torche Baby Call Me Olympics
Red White Blue Pills Flip My Skills Like Gyminst
And Never Give A Bitch Money Blood Kidneys
When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish
With A Medal round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis
The Land Of The Murder Dope Crack And Surenges
Pull Up On You In The Coupe How Fat Is Your Engine
Never Talk To Those That Sat On The Benches No
I Was In The Game On 4th And Inches
These Niggas Want The Business
I'm gonna Give These Boys The Business
See you Fucking With The Boy That Tow Toys Before Christmas
Got All These Hoes Tripping
Got All These Hoes Stripping
No We Ain't Psc But Them Bitches Know We Tipping
I Just Bought A Pint And Ain't No one Of You all Sipping
Make My Friends Buy They Own Shit I'm Tired Of Being Friendly
You Ain't Gotta Lie Just To Try To Be With Me
Got Bitches Up In Heaven Waiting At The God To Be With Me
I'm Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Just Crazy?
I Been Around I'm Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen
Hairpin Trigger No I Won't Shave It
I Spot Hip-Hop In The Ocean I'm Gonna Save It
The South Is So Dirty Bitch you Can Bath It
Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Mating
Babygirl Your Pussy Looking So Vacant
And It's Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Making
Fuck Waste Deep I'm In Over My Head
But It's Cool I'm gonna Make It I'm Good Like Meagan
Your Girl Want Me To Come Ron Like Reagan
Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And
I Don't Fear Nothing But God And Weddings
At The Top Of My Paper Like I'm Starting A Heading
My Homie Santana Yeah that's My Ace
But You May Know Us As I Can't Feel My Face
They Don't Know Where I Came From But They Know Where I'm Going
And I'm gonna Tell Just How The Top Feels When I'm On
In The Game I'm No Cheetah I'm a Tiger I'm a Cougar I'm A Panther I'm a Bengal
Ocho Cinco
I'm Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie
In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feeling freer Than Willie
When them Niggas Left Eye It Got A Little Bit Chilli
[Lil Wayne]
And I don’t mind when we fall out
As long as we fall back into it
I hope we never put an end to it
Even though you not that into it
Heaven, have you ever been to it
Cause you look like you never been
You’re more like a Hell’s angel
And for you, I’d rather sin
Broken heart, Love you with a broken heart
For you I’ll jump off Noah’s Ark
Love is blind and hope is dark
But why does pain feel so good
Love is science, live for you
Die for you, and I’ll die smiling
[Bruno Mars]
Easy come, easy go
That’s just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don’t understand is
[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same
No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That’s just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don’t understand is
[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same
If my body was on fire, ooh
You’d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you’re a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby…
But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same.
No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
I hate gossip and I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But yesterday it seemed to just wander on till it found me
You know like, gossip found me, then why don't you try provin' it
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what would you just do is
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, hatin' on a nigga that is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on the nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you could never see, if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is no white
I'm tryna to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like to fuckin' pull lice
And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light you just might, might wanna
Think it over
(Think it over)
Ooh, think it over
(Think it over baby, baby)
Get 'em
Stop, analyzin' criticizin'
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I'm confident like fuck 'em all pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, because my city's cryin'
Because my city's dyin' still I emerge from all of that
I am a livin' pion-eer, near Zion
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot and soowoop
And, then I leave blood in a boot, I leave a blood bath
Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?
I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no nigga bug that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot
Now at New Orleans at
I feel your pop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, ah ah, I must ask
Hey, haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over)
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem
I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I've graduated from hungry
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'm gone need g's
If I'm bakin' the zeedy
You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just takin' it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like Eazy
Why do rappers? Why do rappers?
Lie to fans, lie to rappers, lot of rappers
Lie like actin', cut the mothafuckin' cameras
Cut the check nigga fuck your props
And make it out to Mr.Hip Hop
I'm not dead I'm alive
It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet
Gazer seats hold the bare floors
I faithfully hold to pimp whores
You ate with me and you gon get yours
This eight with me that's bullets through doors
Got haze in me now I'm so tall
Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
And now or later I'm major player
I ball right I need an agent player
Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
That's so tonight you can taste a player
I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
My shit turning on 28-inches
My shit burning like 500 plus
And this album's a three permer and a clutch
24/7 (Yes, sir)
I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
Not here
I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
Bang my thing till no more lane remain
Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
And we don't go to work man we get work out
And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
Niggaz is selling and you should be buying
Niggaz is telling and you should be dying
Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me
You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block
I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock
Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
I got ya slick this my year don't knock
Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot
I never drove factory and I don't own stock
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
See me, I'm focused man
But my girl don gon' snappy
Stuntin' like her daddy
Vroom on the Yamaha
She ride me like a Kawasaki
I call her lil buddy
Sometimes I call her shawty
She only wears dresses
She sleep in Ed Hardy
Ya digg hah
It's Young Weezy the 80's baby
And we can get together, make 80 babies
Now the house brand new
The car brand new
But your still the same old you
[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her
[Verse 2 - RL]
I need somebody that'll always send my bag
Somebody that'll keep me on track
When I feel the weight of the world on me
I need somebody like this
She gotta handle her business
Know how to hold my interest
Be there in an instant
I'm looking for you
[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her
[Verse 3 - RL]
She's gotta have her head on straight
My escape from the every day
Things to deal with
Someone to chill with
I can build with
Something real with
Not that everyday in the club
Need more than the average one
Something special
Extra exceptional
Freaky sexual
[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her
[Bridge - RL]
If you get your own money
If you got your own crib
If you got good credit
And you handle your biz
Sing along with this
Talking to you
[Chorus - RL]
I want a girl like her
That'll stay down for me
Everything that I need
That'll put me first
Here for better or worse
I wanna a girl like her
Somebody that'll look like her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her
[Outro - RL]
Talking to you
I'm looking for somebody like her
Could you be her?
Could you be her?
Gettin Some Head"
(feat. Pharrell)
I gotta little bitch I call hot mouth chelly
she pop them extasies and get that cotton mouth heavy.
I give her a bottle of water bitch break out sweatin,
and then she get straight to that head like a fuck exsedrin.
I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch
now go and tell the cops I gotta crook in my dick!
Straight gutter bitch, open like a hook in the fish.
I gotta lady from paris that french kiss my shit.
Why you think I gotta tent my whips?
Cause I be gettin some head, right in my shit.
You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch!
And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick!
These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin.
I gotta bitch with her mouth like that boy Ken Griffey.
When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin;
and if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens.
[Hook:]
(Gangsta Weezie!) I was gettin some head..(Get gettin' some head)
Super head what's good? Super head what's good? I with the kinda girl that
make ya toes fry
I was gettin some head (Get gettin' some head)
I was gettin' some head (Get gettin' some head)
I was with that kinda girl, that make ya toes fry.
Y'all know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain.
Stick my finger in her but while brain, yeah I'm nasty bitch! What? Lil'
Wayne!
I liked dem maked up lips and two toungue rings.
I gotta say it; I'm the president I run things.
All these hoes tryna save a nigga crumb stains.
Real talk; I get head I get head on the airplane. Bitch be climbin' all
over that little chair game.
I pull her hair back, she holla yeah back.
I like a bitch wit some lips like a bed trap, and I don' mind goin down I
take care of that.
I have homie at home like where she at?
She wit me; in my bad ass ride. Givin' me a blow job like a 9-5.
She said she eat her vegetables so she stay alive.
(DJ Drama)
see you niggas killin' me man
did you think i don't hear you talkin'?
like "why wayne and dram' workin'?
didn't wayne dis dram'?
didn't dram' dis wayne?" (Gangsta grillz you bastards!)
see ya'll niggas just wait til i turn around then talk about me
Fool-ass niggas
but i'll do this for ya'll
ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA
(lil wayne)
uhh Young young young young young young yooouuunnng young mula baby
young mula baby young young mulah baby you ready?
Weezy f bitch, im tired of yall hatin
I know ya head hurtin' you tylenol takin mafuckers im the man
just ask your ol' lady, like a true gentleman im after yo lady
Im a massacre waitin' to happen fuck all this rappin boy
I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man
He gon need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave
I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage
Picture on my page printed in a best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
I got the game on lock and i lock ya out
My jewelery singin' like a oprah house, i bought that drop top phantom of the oprah yea, get silly not stupid man
Never save a hoe she better ask soulja boy to superman
You can bet when i sleep im poloed down head to feet, polo horses on my sheets, i get that from pimp c
Tall cup of dj screw, sittin on a pint of big moe
Sharper than a tack hoe, you can keep the tick toe
Yea, red scarf on my neck, red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck
Tell my bass, nigga sue woo cause i be with more B's than ju ju
Big Boss im a big dog, and i dont mean fleas when i say im ticked off
HAHAHA
Forever, Forever
Str8 up gangsta,hollygrove gangsta
lay a nigga down in pink stuff
them soft ass dudes just think
tough we shooting put them shanks up
we just tryin to live till summer
and put them mincs up im
sync up in the cope the eyes chenk up
pull up on a bitch with the light
that night linked up
whole lotta shit in the life
as young boss but
that vvs ice will bite ya
face off yea i ignite
and take off now catch
up im the best doing it come on niggas
fess up nigga feel different he can chest
up guess what i bring to
his chest to his right lung and left lung
nigga get a check up nigga put ya check up
i swear im on fire need
water like a hiccop
so i guess i can might as well say that im
the best today and
Forever, Forever
Candy paint T im ridin the peppermint
even my leather got my leather
trim im rollin up the element
i shutin em in the trunk like a elephant
bet u remember it like elephant
I got this rap bottle up like medicine
whose better than,fuck him
i prolly fuck her and whats new
and if u hating on us yea fuck u
and if them bitches what to fuck us
we wanna fuck to
what up conicedence and we cause
acidents not incidents
im big shit their inciwince
their not even a letter in my
sentences sitting in my
cope on 20 inch
so it's like im fencing bitch i
will stunt
Forever (so stop being defensive bitch imma lit this bitch im in this shit)
So they ask me young boy what you gonna do the second time around
How you gon' come back I tried to told them
I come back like 32 I jump back like 33 (ugh)
Hit me it's nothing this is Tha Carter II people
This is Tha Carter II people (hey)
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffing I'm just pitching ya honor I ain't snitching ya honor
Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles
I remember being young trying to hustle my dough
Trying to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Trying to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't trying to see how far that black backlane go
No call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewelry usually I'ma hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eating but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm in the bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothing
Look it's morning no yawning or nothing
I ain't sleep and I'm up trying to take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever looking for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army navy seal me here
Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leaping at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa
I'm talking 'bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince
[VERSE 1:]
swagga in place
now let me get to it
I’m badder than your nigga and the niggas next to him
I do me bitch what are you doin
teardrop tune got you bitches boo hoo’in
Weezy F baby ga ga goo goo’in
and girl I swear if you start chewing I’m suing
hahah yea
and to the paper I’m gluin’
and my trunk ain’t big but big enough to fit you in
have your people like where the hell you, and
they find ya ass with everything but movement
and money talks and I speak it fluent
and I keep them tools so don’t be screwin’
around uptown in this bitch like all week
Young Money on the grind no off days
Young Money got cheese like hog head
now lay it down just like MJG and ball said
and I’m, I’m so hard body
so, I’m so hard body
pshh
what you nigga wanna do?
thats a big difference from what you gonna do
spotlight on you yea
hahah
[HOOK:]
hold up
let me fix my hat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my hat, fix my hat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my hat
hold up, hold up, hold up
my hat, my hat
hold up
let me fix my gat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my gat, my gat
hold up
let me fix my gat
hold up, hold up
let me
[VERSE 2:]
my brother mooley G say you boys ain’t shit
(you can’t name a bad bitch that the boy ain’t wit)
same bad bitch that the boy came with
same bad bitch that you boys can’t get
I be goddamned if the mall ain't hit
take your girl and straight sprawl that bitch
you know my niggas? yea I give ‘em all that bitch
then drop her ass off and never call that bitch
ya digg?
my brother Mack Maine taught me that
I swear its like that nigga wrote the game almanac
dude…. how could you even want her back?
and just in case I forget my name
I made her get it on her back
[HOOK:]
hold up
let me fix my hat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my hat, fix my hat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my hat
hold up, hold up, hold up
my hat, my hat
hold up
let me fix my gat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my gat, my gat
hold up
let me fix my gat
hold up, hold up
let me
[VERSE 3:]
Hollygrove animal
come on try and tame me
tell your ma I’m bad and
tell your grandma why I’m dangerous
tell your pa he pussy
tell your brother he a bitch
I own ‘em all mark set go in this shit
I’m thuggin’ this bitch
on some rock and roll shit
need calamine lotion
see my pockets swoll bitch
and they wonder why I sing and changed all my outfits
cause all y’all rappers ain’t talkin bout shit
I’m a ball out bitch and
boy I wish all y’all assholes get off my dick
pause
New Orlean til I die
Sac a line Sac a line tambourines in the sky
yeah…
[HOOK:]
hold up
let me fix my hat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my hat, fix my hat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my hat
hold up, hold up, hold up
my hat, my hat
hold up
let me fix my gat
hold up, hold up
let me fix my gat, my gat
hold up
let me fix my gat
hold up, hold up
Dough is what I got, lil mama
Dough is what I got, pretty lady
Dough is what I got, shortie
Dough is what I got, baby
C'mon, I'm paid
Give a woman none, uh-huh
I already gave my brother some, it's my sister turn
Ain't it funny how the fish do burn
But your boy just relax like a fresh new perm
At the world in the barrel of the pistol term
Well we get it how we live never live and learn
Gotta talk about the flow 'cause you is concerned
Only down south rapper could've been in the firm
Or the commissioner of Wu-Tang nigga
Tryna tell you I can kick it like Liu Kang nigga
Got the Sub-Zero flow how you want me ma
Nigga get over here like Scorpion
And when it comes down to this recording
I must be Lebron James if he's Jordan
No, I want rings for my performance
I'm more Kobe Bryant of an artist
Same coach, same game, been starting
...Same triangle offense
I come through the lane like dargent
Refree niggas is lame they call charging
I have no brain I'm retarded
We are not the same I'm a Martian
You can be my Jane I'm your Tarzan
I'm from the jungle where the snakes is all poison
I am magnificent like Marcus
You might wanna fall back like August
Or late September whatever you call it
I hit niggas in the head like Vonage
I am talking to no particular audience
But understand I'm the guardian
And understand there won't be no guarding him
You will just get played like an accordion
I don't give a damn if she's bossy
I keep pussy running like a faucet
She better catch like she Steve Largent
Because I'm "What's up" like "Martin"
See I know y'all be talking about and you don't like what you hear sometimes
But um um since I'm so bright I'm gonna put the spotlight on you baby
Show me what are you 'bout, lil daddy?
I know you need to stop, stop hating
I know what you not, wodie
And that is Weezy Baby
Blunt's up now
Blaze
Tell the world take six
Young dictionary make words make sense
Then, I make cents, make dollars
Make a skinny girl holla, make the fat girl hungry
Make the ugly girls want me, but the pretty girls on me
Make the shy girl horny, make the fly girls corny
And only for me because I flew I-A-M holla back in the morning
Hey, now holla back if you on set
The CEO of the moment
Bullshit I don't condone it
Aw baby just hop on it
You like that
I know
Marley, what up
Hey, hey, hey
Show me what you got lil mama
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got shorty
Show me what you got baby
I don't know bout you
But umm...
[Chorus: X2]
My girlfriend, got a girlfriend
My girlfriend, got a girl and we do [X8]
What we do [X8]
What we do
[Verse 1:]
You know me, young F hoe
I gets all in her mouth like strep throat
I gets all in her belly like pepto
Straight stompin' in dat pussy like a stepshow
Ghetto bitches keep me wit em like lip glow
College bitches keep me wit em like cliffnotes
Cold bitches keep me wit em like thick coats
Two foreign bitches, now thats a mick show
Pull your skirt up, and let ya hips show
She fell in love with a stripper at the strip show
And now.. theres
Two bitches and me [X3]
[Chorus: X2]
[Verse 2:]
I like long hair, I hate make up
Fuck my pillows up, fuck is really up
I like slim chicks, I love big broads
All the bitches love me, I need a dick guard
And if she dont give head, shes a nimrod
Bitch I would never put your number on my sim card
I look at M J G and 8 ball as mentors
And shit... all they ever told me was pimp hard
Pimp harder, I get head and tail like a quarter
Yup, yup, in dat order
Two bitches and me [X2]
[Chorus: X2]
[Verse 3:]
Two bitches and me [X4]
And..
They kissin and huggin [X4]
Hello
I could play wit it, I could beat it up
Yup, beat it up, get ya pussy lip bust
Wait
She said she wanna know how pussy taste
She wanna suck dick while she get her pussy ate
Movies , massage, menage, bedroom, bathroom, garage, goodbye
Just leave me be, and it was just us three, two bitches and me
Ya, C3 Baby
Young Weezy and Young Currency, You understand me?
This how we doing
Di-Diamonds and Girls (Uh-Oh)
Di-Diamonds and Girls (Uh-Oh)
Di-Diamonds and Girls (Uh-Oh)
Di-Diamonds and Diamonds
Di-Diamonds and Girls and girls and girls
Di-Diamonds and
Get em
Like 5,6 chains on him
Slick Rick, no patch just frames on him
Marc Jacobs Aviators and a V-Neck
10 bitches, 10 pistols on the P jet
And a drop top Madena with the top up
I'm in that bitch getting net like a shotput
100,000 for the grill, if I lie I die
Flow sick so sick see the cianide
And heres my most funniest joke, I'm broke (haha)
Don't worry 'bout me, the money got me
And I keep the burner on me like an I.D.
The Lamborghini orange like vitamin C
And leave a bitch stuck like a kite in a tree
Weezy F. B., the money is the matter
I'm working like a bad bladder, M.O.B.
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Diamonds
Di-Diamonds and Girls and girls and girls
Di-Diamonds and
Yeah
Hailing from the bottom of the map
But standing at the top of the game
Kush got a nigga looking like I could really use a nap
But I'm still out wildin' with the gang
Got diamonds in my chain
More colors than the Northern Lights
Life is a traffic jam but I'm on a motor bike
Zig-zagging past these bastards, laughing at them
I got them suicidal like the doors on the Phantom
Yeah, hot spitter nigga, who you thought it was
Bitches want to hold me in the morning like a coffee mug
I don't try to lock them down cause I'm not an officer
I just knock them down in groups of ten
As if I'm in the lane aiming for bowling pins
Then the style switch so quick
Have you thinking that the disc skipped
Pimping serious
Make them bring it back like pass interferance
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Diamonds
Di-Diamonds and Girls and girls and girls
Di-Diamonds and
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Diamonds
Di-Diamonds and Girls and girls and girls
Di-Diamonds and
Speed boat, white Beater
Balling like Derek Jeter for every reason
That Testaroaster can get ghost like it never seen ya
The same color as Sesame-a, Diarheam, The pioneer-a
I am here-a, right here-a
The watch nasty like gonnorhea
Money long like Nia
I appear-a via sattelite
Whomever don't like the premier-a, he a hermaphrodite
Vegetaters up in my ear-a, get it clear
Pretty women want this nigga right here-a like Richard Gear
I switch the gear-a
And stear and disappear
And if I ever jump off a pier I would probably fly
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Diamonds
Di-Diamonds and Girls and girls and girls
Di-Diamonds and
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Girls
Di-Diamonds and Diamonds
Di-Diamonds and Girls and girls and girls
[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
Damn, Damn girl you know you got it going on,
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a body guard,
Well I can be your hubby,
Ohh your only tenderhonnie(?)
Let me beam you up like Scottie,
I got Whitney so just enough for everybody in this party, girl
I know you want me,
Yeh, give me that monkey,
Yeh, that funky monkey,
Yeh (that funky monkey)
Bass
[Hook]
Da Da da da da
Da da da da da
(repeated)
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Yep, I’m in like flea, Benjamin Frankalin my twin
Yah, If she can’t swim, I gotcha girl sinkin in my Benz.
Backstroke, backstroke, Like Michael Phelps with my backstroke.
Break her off till her back broke, I leave her numb like crack folk.
Then I get to the money, Monday through Sunday. Anxiously like Honey Dew honey.
Menage A watch Honey do Honey and den they do me and I’m glad they done it.
Yah. Im wit D-R-E the n-gga that make beats wit that n-gga C-O-O-L. Cool.
We so mother f-ckin’ cool-er than you.
Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
Damn, Damn girl you know you got it going on,
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a body guard,
Well I can be your hubby,
Ohh your only tenderhonnie(?)
Let me beam you up like Scottie,
I got Whitney so just enough for everybody in this party, girl
I know you want me,
Yeh, give me that monkey,
Yeh, that funky monkey,
Yeh (that funky monkey)
Bass
[Hook]
Da Da da da da
where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby
load up the guns guerilla war time baby
light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg
whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice
and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out
bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville
and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma
cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
If drama come to me then it come
for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum
that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off
the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
i got the tillery when beef kick
i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion
i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real
i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field
so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death
you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked
you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next
come in that water and get wet
think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset
i don't shot to hit i shot to kill
believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real
Come on nigga!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga
my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga
i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga
A uptown stunter, what the hell you think
ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK!
and you can take that to vegillity boy
i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy
cause i be coming with the top down
letting them know how the chop sound
100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
38 with a speed loader in my holster
Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder
but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure
i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'
Keep pimpin
Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin
I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt
I'm getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad
If you lookin for that holla at ya boy
I'm a ma ma mack mack
A pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull out clean
I get out limp
I walk like li li li limp
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
The best player on my team when i ball women cheer
And they love the way i come out with the gear
This jacket theese shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year
Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here
And that ain't fair and i don't care
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe
She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain't getin that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't getin at you
I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop
Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne
Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don't but they game
If he don't score in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money i'ma lynch ya ass
Like john lynch and shit don't tempt me bitch
Wipe me down cuz i'm filthy rich
If getin money a crime then i'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a mothafuckin cash money millionaire
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire
Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days i got women for months
Leave ya girl at home i made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a preety one
Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me
My diamonds bling my weed is rap
Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then i'm bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so i take that back
If your shoes too small shawty take that back
Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire
Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i'm so fly watch out for
So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know what this is?
Still The Carter II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey yeah
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your sock a drip
Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo phobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a briezeer hook
Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
Get 'em
Yeah
Tell 'em
Yeah
Weezy bad
Naw really I'm good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood
thata i know the tech live under my seat
Put you in the ground
Now you live under my feet
All white diamonds on the front of my teeth
And you better put the O in front of my G
The bullshit they talking don't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker don't run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now they are in my dungaree sleep
One name Mack one name Nenna
They hit you make you do the Macarenna
Where you tools
you gonna need like a motherfucker
And I'm so New Orleans like a motherfucker
It's young money and we eating get you own suppa
Make me go off to the trunk and get the bone crusher
techs ak's i leave the scene ugly
Chest head face - arm leg stomach
I never been afraid I ain't scared of nothing
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
And that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]
You hear them girls like boom
Boom [5x]
Yeah
They like the way I ball they call me hot sauce
They no keep that toaster you can be my pop-tart
I never had height but boy I got heart
I ain't gotta speak I just let my car talk
I got more clips than any movie you saw
I pull up on you like I need some grey poupon
Car hat no but I got the tool on
And you should be my paper if ever the tool drawn
Yeah
Flow retarded when I spit I get my drool on
I don't rap I just shit like the newborn
I don't write I just spit like a tooth gone
So tell them haters cut it out like a coupon
How come that japper sound like a new bomb
Little nigga gotta hold the bitch wit two arms
I got that heat the fire and the lukewarm
I'm on you heal like a shoe horn
techs aks i leave the scene ugly
Chest head face - arm leg stomach
I never been afraid I ain't scared of nothing
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
And that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]
You hear them girls like boom
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on that
.45 mack with the flash on that
Who want it
Everybody sing along
Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete
And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
To his album we ride we so mob
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head
Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead
This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
I'm so high and really I don't even know why
And oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down
You see the thug in me
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
If you want it then come to me
I'm right here
I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food
But just so I can eat
And ain't it a bitch
And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich
And you probably can see me for some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks
A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam
I skate with the bomb
I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints
Cuz I did and do shit that's better than new shit
Fit for two clips
The kid is a nuisance
Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music
And the Blueprint
Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of vans
If you niggas keep trippin', nigga share an ambulance
Throw up blood with my hands, my gang poppin' niggas
Smoke that kush and not that reggie for you name droppin' niggas
All day I do it, I do it like Tony
Got a sign on my dick that say, "Bad bitches only"
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I'm on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "Pu"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Yeah, all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw
Bitch I get big bucks pockets on Bruce Bruce
Yeah, I talk that shit, bitch I got red, bitch I got toast
Welcome to the murder show, I am the motherfuckin' host
They call me Weezy F Baby, yes. I do the fuckin' most
I'm at their throats until they choke, the God has spoke
I need a smoke man [Incomprehensible]
All these bitches and niggas still hatin'
I used to be a baller but now I'm Bill Gaten'
Got a list of full of problems, I tend to 'em later
Yeah, life is a bitch but I appreciate her, man
All these bitches and niggas still hatin', yeah
I used to be a baller but now I'm Bill Gaten'
Got a list of full of problems, I tend to 'em later
Yeah, life is a bitch but I appreciate her, man, yeah
It go dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shawn White
I'm high all day, you can call that shit a long flight
Every nights a long night, every day is a holiday
I can fuck the squares, now do that mean I'm out of shape?
Yes, I talk shit, got to defecate to conversate
Weezy fuck the world, yup I fuck it till it ovulate
Get her to the crib, get in that pussy just dominate
Weezy F Baby and the F is for fornicate
Polo Ralph Lauren bitch, yeah, that's what my pajamas say
Big tall glass of some shit you can't pronounciate
Beau coup in the bezel of my watch with the diamond face
Still I do not give you motherfuckers the time of day
Pistol in your mouth, I cannot make out what you tryna say
And if they want a war, tell them motherfuckers bombs away
All these bitches and niggas still hatin', man
I used to be a baller but now I'm Bill Gaten'
Got a list of full of problems, I tend to 'em later
Yeah, life is a bitch but I appreciate her, man
All these bitches and niggas still hatin', yeah
I used to be a baller but now I'm Bill Gaten'
Got a list of full of problems, I tend to 'em later
Man, life is a bitch but I appreciate her
Let it breath to 'em
Just let it breath to 'em, yeah
Young mula, baby
Young mula, baby
Young, young mula, baby
(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
My type of shit
See!!
When i do what i do i do it
I said when i do what i do i do it
Dat right
See she all on my dick cause i make alot of money,
But i unno why cause she gets none,
(bring it back)...all on my dick cause i make alot of money
But i unno why cause she gets none from me
She only get dick way down in her tummy,
N she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna,
(bring it back)...only get dick way down in her tummy,
And she tell all of her friends now her friends wanna fuck me
Im lookin in the mirror and i see a dollar sign
I had a cat scan and i had money on my mind
I tell a bitch go and get my name on ya spine
So i can fell good when im hitting it from behind
Im crack rock fresh baby im that boy
Yea put me in a pot and
Watch i come back hard
Yea put me on that block
And watch i come back rich
Now she done put me in that pussy
She aint came back since
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes,
Ask dem hoes about me
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have,
(hold up)...hat to the side
Rims on the ride
It cant fit in my pocket and i dont have to cock
It scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to (hold up)...
Scarface bitch cocaine by the pie
Got them hoes sniffin like dem hoes bout to cry
Ms myspace dont blow my high
I download hard dick to your hard drive
Den she got on her knees thats when we locked eyes
She caught it like it was a routine popped fly
Im dope boy fresh new jeans new everything
Dem bitches want me like a wedding ring
I told her dat im married to the money
Committed to the cash all i see is pussy, titties, and the ass
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem hoes,
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me,
Ask dem hoes, uh huh yea ask dem hoes
What to do
Ask dem hoes about me
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Bitch ima beast, ask dem hoes
Hoe ima dog, ask dem hoes
Call me weezy f. bitch im straight
From the street the dope game is sour
And the dope is sweet i live in the tower
Got a scope on the heat
Hit you from 100 feet
We dont even have to meet
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will (hold on)...
Ya bitch love me we dont even have to meet
But if i run into her believe me i will do her
And if that bitch bitch is crazy
Believe me i will sue her
Got some hungry ass lawyers
That would eat her up and chew her
I dont know why you love her
I wish i never knew her
She only give me brain
She was just another tutor
She blow my whole band
I was just another tuba
Now get off my dick
And get lost in aruba
Its money over bitches
Cash money over bitches
Young money over bitches
Get money from them bitches
I do!
Ask dem hoes, yea ask dem,
Ask dem hoes about me, ask dem hoes,
Uh huh yea ask dem hoes, ask dem
Hoes about me
Ima beast, ask dem hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Like father like son
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Okay, I'm outcha, you *** done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me
But them n****** won't touch not a part of me, bet on it
Them n****** belong in a sorority, ain't that a ***
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop f****** with them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang, let her bust etcetera, etcetera
You n****** is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come, got her done, never caught without one
N****** wanna ball, so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that s*** from the mountains
People say I need to stop, no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Yeah, get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
N****** ain't f***** with the boy them *** softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy, yes I walk with the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
N****** talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me, then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is ***, *** you better make ya words strong
'Cause the s*** gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the uhaul
Make a real *** bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his *** to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim with them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me, who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come ***, you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gangsta party ***
Why? Because
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Yeah, thirty shots in the clip n****** let's trip
Line 'em up, put 'em down on the guest list
These *** 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the s*** as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole, *** seem plenty bold
Pull that *** out alright, don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them n****** hoes really doe
I would swing down there with any o forty-fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a n**** have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas *** I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest *** I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I-I-I got army gunz)
Like father like son ***
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Now you know I play it like a pro in the game
Got me a caddy and a trunk full of luggage in december, december
If it go through trial ill be missing every christmas like forever, forever
Lets go!
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But she call and I can't stop from pickin up the phone
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Oooooo the love
ooooooo you know
and you know
Feel like flowers in the morning after very bad weather
Out my mind all the time but the sign said take a new direction, direction
Let's go!
Sometimes I feel like givin up, NOOOO
Then she fall and I can't stop from pickin up Ooo
Because!
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Oooooo the love
ooooooooo You know
and you know
(Gudda gudda)
Give it to me
(Wayne)
Uhhh Muhla baby
Muhla baby
(Gudda gudda)
They say she bad for a nigga and I know it
but it seem like I can't keep my mind off her
and she a bad mothafucka when she make that kitty purr
and that ass real soft like fur
word I'm trippin
no suitcase no luggage
goin back in forth like Aaliyah I'm buggin
her good love got me runnin back
but she give me head, make my eyes roll back
Gotta kick it like a bad habit
yeah I'm addicted i'm her addict
try to make a left turn, gotta go another route
but I make a U-turn now im back in front her house
Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing
Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Amazing is the love
Hey Hey Hey!
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!
Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
It's the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time biotch
Yes sir, you already know
You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us
Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we done lost that
And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back
And the wheels on my car you got all of that
Stop playing, I've been balling jack
You don't want my glock spraying – I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats
I get all them gats – Fresh and B it's all a rap!
If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that?
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go there round
Niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
And shit got me 'bout ass up
They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up – and guess what
And I heard they got a nice chain
And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city just me and my friend
Friday night special, professional tight aim
A gangsta is who you hearing
Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
Got more skill than them there
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Baby let me get the keys to the rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party
Than the after party
Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch
Fuck a bachelor party
Don't go to rapper parties – I'm no rapper man
But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome – we some monsters man
We gone mob to the promise land
I bought big – I'm a Tymer man
Son of a Stunna – still a girl fuck with a hustler!
Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
Baby blue Mercedes Coupe – Got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
Mr. S-Fucking-Q – I'm the fucking truth
Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
That's 500 Degreez!
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
You don't want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas
I'm rolling on a pill, rolling up some reefers
Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims
Still knocking boots like hammers on timbs
I'm a motherfucker baby, Weezy F. Baby
Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby
I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady
I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga
That gave her that baby, now she with
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby
Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah, like
Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do?
When Nina Ross come and put that pussy on you
You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your little cherry
And I'mma come through in something so cherry
And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, pumpin Machiavelli
Showed you girlfriend my house she think I live a telly
Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A.
Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A.
Ooh, I'm feeling myself, I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealths
I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
And I'm feeling my belt, And I'm feeling my sneaks
'Cause I don't see them on anybody
Got the Semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
I'm sippin' on two cups at one time
And I thank God I can say fuck one time
Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God
Louis V. bag, all black hammer
Louis V. shoes with the Louis bandana
The Louis phone case with the sidekick case
My foot L.V. on the side of my bitch face
Man I'm a dog, I go so hard
Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard
'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha
Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha
And Young Mula Baby, can't forget that
How would you do that?
I beat that track 'til that bitch be black
It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama
Even ex your mama, leave you next to mama
You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma
Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina
Me, me, me turn beef to bologna
And you go around me like a Honda
Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana
Fuck the X Games, it's ecstacy games
Show me a mirror 'cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne
And I'm feeling myself, So fly shawty think I really fly stealths
But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths
But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks 'cause
I ain't never seen them on anybody
Got the Semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Yes sir! They can?t stop me!
Even if they stopped me, ha ha ha, yeah
I?m on it, ooh I?m on it
I?m so on it, however you want it
You can get it tonight hoe and all night hoe
I get the beat from, Mistro, a fucking right hoe
I might go crazy on these niggas I don?t give a motherfuck
Run up in the nigga house and shoot his grandmother up, what!
What? I don?t give a motherfuck get cha baby kidnapped
And ya baby motherfucked
It's Tha Carter III bitch, better put ya supper up
Hollygrove, I throw it up, like I'm tryna lose my gut
Fuck is up, beat him up, like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it
Shit, get on my level, you can?t get on my level
You will need a space shuttle or a ladder that?s forever
However I?m better if not now, then never
Don?t you ever fix ya lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick
Bitch swallow words, taste my thoughts
And if it?s too nasty, spit it back at me
Two more inches I?d've been in that casket
According to the doctor I could have died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abracadabra, I?m up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip hop and I'ma keep it on my channel
Watch me! Bitch, watch me!
Bitch, watch me, but they cannot see me
Like Hitler it?s the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old it?s growing white hair
Young Money baby, yeah we right here
I?ma make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don?t cry, ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the Hills
Yeah, when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I told my girl when you fuck me, better fuck me good
'Cause if another girl could she gon' fuck me good
No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it
And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it
Yeah, I got game like Stuart Scott
Fresh out the ESPN shop
And when Sports Center popping, every thing stopping
But you can?t fool me I know what you watching
Me! You watch me
You watch me 'cause I be
Weezy, must see TV
Nigga that?s me and I?m me
I?m me, times three
So retreat or suffer defeat
I?m back, 3 Peat!
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