[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
I've been smokin that dro with my motherfuckin pistol in my hand
What U Kno lyrics - Lil Wayne
Im a New Orleans gangtsa, after the storm
Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home
But, Im back on defense Im back in the zone
I eat rappers go in my yard and barry they bones
My pockets on Raven Symone
Thats fat wutchu know bout that, huh
So Im a keep it goin', keep it movin', we can do it I aint trippin
So far ahead of them niggaz we got a time difference
Dont confuse me wit them, Im different
Tryin to holla at TIP for a movie audition
I push that Masaradi to the limit
Six seconds through that traffic like Emmit
I tell them niggaz hury and buy
And if you try snitch you'll get barried alive
Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do
I keep a bad bicth skatin' like New-New
Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home
But, Im back on defense Im back in the zone
I eat rappers go in my yard and barry they bones
My pockets on Raven Symone
Thats fat wutchu know bout that, huh
So Im a keep it goin', keep it movin', we can do it I aint trippin
So far ahead of them niggaz we got a time difference
Dont confuse me wit them, Im different
Tryin to holla at TIP for a movie audition
I push that Masaradi to the limit
Six seconds through that traffic like Emmit
I tell them niggaz hury and buy
And if you try snitch you'll get barried alive
Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do
I keep a bad bicth skatin' like New-New
Where The Cash At lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Currency, Remy Ma)
You catch my girl legs open better smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Hold on hold on hold on
This song right here is my nigga currency the hot spitter (that's right)
The very first artist off young money cash money
bout to hit yall in the head with that mothafuckin where the cash at
featuring remy martin and my mothafuckin self
man do what you da lil daddy
You catch my girl legs open better smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Bitches come a dime a dozen I fuck them sisters cousins
It's a revolving dough pussy coming pussy going
And when it goes to you its coming back to me with money
I tell her keep them shoes on and keep my paper running
I put my mack down just like a G's supposed to
And if she don't come home with it then shes sleeping over
I got them creeping over we do it with the soda
I like them Amery's you can have them amerossas
Them niggas down below us baby we up and over
Im trying to get inside that thang that sit between your shoulders
Im talking large toters im talking large motors
Im talking burning rubber that melt in Pirelli odor
Im hopping out a lotus you looking at my bitch
You wanna holla you can holla take her on a trip
But when the deed done you gotta send her back
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Yeah I got a bitch in the back I got a hoe in the front
I got purp in the dutch got purp in the cup
I tell her get your money hoe or just stop breathing
Cause if it aint about that dough it aint about me neither
See a gangster like myself I get that paper and pussy
Then theres when I make that pussy bring the paper right to me
Bitch your looking at a real pimp that's my old hoe
And they'll telll you no remote I control hoes
Im a hoe lord give ya that game mamma
if he aint paying then he shouldn't be playin
im saying broke niggas only make jokes nigga
I make more than I can fit In this quote nigga
Unquote come sun soak with me bitch
Fly you down here and put you on some south beach shit
And if you smile at my bitch I make her smile back
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
See that other chick asked that she said where the cash at
She said where the paper plastic product and where the stash at
With it she said the whip and the clip and wheres the address at
So that bitch that be hiding shit in the ass crack
Niggas don't fuckin call be baby like im related to weezy
Some of them call me aura none of them call me easy
Found out im fuckin a man then his burners calling me screaming
Chicken wing bitches I be finding they just call me jesus
Yeah I know she got a man but im cool being the other one
Cause he cant get tight when he hear I picked another one
I don't falll in love with them cum and then im done with them
Most they get from me is what pussy is some bubble gum
But this one dude had me laughing
if its one thing that I cant stand it's a baggy magnum
I thought somebody through me a camera they way I caught a flash back
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Hold on hold on hold on
This song right here is my nigga currency the hot spitter (that's right)
The very first artist off young money cash money
bout to hit yall in the head with that mothafuckin where the cash at
featuring remy martin and my mothafuckin self
man do what you da lil daddy
You catch my girl legs open better smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Bitches come a dime a dozen I fuck them sisters cousins
It's a revolving dough pussy coming pussy going
And when it goes to you its coming back to me with money
I tell her keep them shoes on and keep my paper running
I put my mack down just like a G's supposed to
And if she don't come home with it then shes sleeping over
I got them creeping over we do it with the soda
I like them Amery's you can have them amerossas
Them niggas down below us baby we up and over
Im trying to get inside that thang that sit between your shoulders
Im talking large toters im talking large motors
Im talking burning rubber that melt in Pirelli odor
Im hopping out a lotus you looking at my bitch
You wanna holla you can holla take her on a trip
But when the deed done you gotta send her back
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Yeah I got a bitch in the back I got a hoe in the front
I got purp in the dutch got purp in the cup
I tell her get your money hoe or just stop breathing
Cause if it aint about that dough it aint about me neither
See a gangster like myself I get that paper and pussy
Then theres when I make that pussy bring the paper right to me
Bitch your looking at a real pimp that's my old hoe
And they'll telll you no remote I control hoes
Im a hoe lord give ya that game mamma
if he aint paying then he shouldn't be playin
im saying broke niggas only make jokes nigga
I make more than I can fit In this quote nigga
Unquote come sun soak with me bitch
Fly you down here and put you on some south beach shit
And if you smile at my bitch I make her smile back
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
See that other chick asked that she said where the cash at
She said where the paper plastic product and where the stash at
With it she said the whip and the clip and wheres the address at
So that bitch that be hiding shit in the ass crack
Niggas don't fuckin call be baby like im related to weezy
Some of them call me aura none of them call me easy
Found out im fuckin a man then his burners calling me screaming
Chicken wing bitches I be finding they just call me jesus
Yeah I know she got a man but im cool being the other one
Cause he cant get tight when he hear I picked another one
I don't falll in love with them cum and then im done with them
Most they get from me is what pussy is some bubble gum
But this one dude had me laughing
if its one thing that I cant stand it's a baggy magnum
I thought somebody through me a camera they way I caught a flash back
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Where the where the cash at where the cash at
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Ridin Wit The AK lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Mabry, Mack Maine)
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that k k k k k k k k
Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call lil wayne
Let me use your throw away cause niggaz out her playin man
They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it
Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets
I'm from the crescent city moving nothing less than fifty
That's more shells than youll find in the seat
And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G
I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme
Excuse my flossin dawg I'm still known to tote a snub
Niggaz thought I lost all my blikas in that Katrina flood
I still got big you mac eleven from ninty seven
Sometimes you gotta show niggaz better than you can tell them
[2x]
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Mack man young money mottos still fuck a hoe
Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close
Bodys drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock
Body rock yep nigga lean with it rock with it
Thang that make you lean I be seen round the clock with it
See I don't stop with it hustle for that new money
Smellin like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin
See I just recruit something that help me move it every day
More workers than mary k vibin to that mary j
I'm off the chain like three slaves bitch I'm bout my chips
I'm mac maine bitch I'm on that gangster shit
[2x]
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell c dawg
Grab this ak off my back or theres gonna be blood all on them dawg
Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop it on in give a nigga that shit
Pull it right over and park your whip everybody gone run when the trunk gone lift
Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun when the po po come
The nigga that talk ain't talking bout nothing I'm a rude boy I murder for fun
I'm hot bitch worse than the sun I'm the birdmans son I'm the chosen one
I'm the god just looking for a nun I'm the president my job here is done
Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Cash money young money mottos still fuck a hoe
Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close
Bodys drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock
Lean with it lean with it lean with it and snap your fingers
Make ya lean with it make ya lean with it make 'em lean with it now play the hook
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
Lets stab 'em in they chest and show 'em that we shoot and boom get shot
Stab 'em in they chestAnd keep my motherfuckin boom
Get shot bitch
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that k k k k k k k k
Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call lil wayne
Let me use your throw away cause niggaz out her playin man
They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it
Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets
I'm from the crescent city moving nothing less than fifty
That's more shells than youll find in the seat
And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G
I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme
Excuse my flossin dawg I'm still known to tote a snub
Niggaz thought I lost all my blikas in that Katrina flood
I still got big you mac eleven from ninty seven
Sometimes you gotta show niggaz better than you can tell them
[2x]
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Mack man young money mottos still fuck a hoe
Burners on the front seat incase a hater come that close
Bodys drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock
Body rock yep nigga lean with it rock with it
Thang that make you lean I be seen round the clock with it
See I don't stop with it hustle for that new money
Smellin like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin
See I just recruit something that help me move it every day
More workers than mary k vibin to that mary j
I'm off the chain like three slaves bitch I'm bout my chips
I'm mac maine bitch I'm on that gangster shit
[2x]
I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell c dawg
Grab this ak off my back or theres gonna be blood all on them dawg
Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop it on in give a nigga that shit
Pull it right over and park your whip everybody gone run when the trunk gone lift
Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun when the po po come
The nigga that talk ain't talking bout nothing I'm a rude boy I murder for fun
I'm hot bitch worse than the sun I'm the birdmans son I'm the chosen one
I'm the god just looking for a nun I'm the president my job here is done
Chevys ridin swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow
Cash money young money mottos still fuck a hoe
Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close
Bodys drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock
Lean with it lean with it lean with it and snap your fingers
Make ya lean with it make ya lean with it make 'em lean with it now play the hook
I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day
Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
K who want it k who want it k who want it k uh
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit I'm on that gangster shit
Lets stab 'em in they chest and show 'em that we shoot and boom get shot
Stab 'em in they chestAnd keep my motherfuckin boom
Get shot bitch
Walk It Off lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Talking:] The streets gonna always be fun
[Lil Wayne]
Now put Lil Mack on the map if he walk it off
Now put Lil Spitter on the map if he walk it off
Now put a ..... on the map if he walk it off
Say put Lil Fee on the map if he walk it off
Say put E.I on the map if he walk it off
Kay put Lil drew on the map if he walk it off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma.....I'ma
[Chorus]
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you
You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue
with the white interior on a set of 22's
[Lil Wayne]
I'ma jalapeno boy hot as Cayenne pepper
I'm from New Orleans City but ill take her to whatever
I'm tougher that leather
I'm smoother than Suede
always never broke cause I'm usually paid
Got the Rover with the cage
Kinda brown off beige
Everybody look at me like I'm riding on stage
Gotta woman named Sage
She twice my age
everytime she hit me up she send a picture with her page
I ain't tryin to fall in love I ain't tryin get engaged
you can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead
Everytime I'm tryin to leave she beggin me to stay
and I politely fade away like my name was M.J.
and she wrote me a note, guess what that note said
When I hope still like me but I go both ways
and then I say Oh, then I say Okay
Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name was O.J.
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
I'm Mr. President as they say
and that phantom fits me like its tailor made
I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away
I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Last week I met a bitch but I forgot her name
Short sweet red cute ole vibrant thang
She got a earing in her pussy and everywhere else
She said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself
Then she tell me my love is the best she felt
and she sucked my dick like its about to melt
she drink vitamin water say its good for her health
she can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt
Then theres another bitch her name was Iesha
she ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza
One time it was so good I told her to order one mo'
She said its not Domino's its DiGiorno's
Theres another bitch I met her at the gong Show
Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show
She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows
She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows
I can't forget about my bitch name Meaty-boo
shes a young project bitch I used to bang her on the school
so I brung her to the school and we standing on the yard
the bitch asked me if I was from the 17th ward
Niggaz came out the cut and started muggin me up
I grabbed the clip out my pocket and made them cowards duck
and I told my old lady ill be back to see
and hit me up on my cell phone if niggaz lookin for me, cause
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Now chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up
Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck
Chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up
Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck
My name is Lil Weezy
They say I'm off the heezy
and I tell the dog hoe don't dont you be greedy
My name is Lil Weezy
They say I'm off the heezy
and I tell the dog hoe don't dont you be greedy
dont don't you be greedy
dont don't you be greedy
bitch don't you be greedy
dont don't you be greedy
Cuz its Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Now put Lil Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha ha ha ha)
Bitch
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Dedication 2
Straight from the Carter 2
So much money of the Carter 2
So much money of the Carter 1
So much money cause I'm Birdman son
Don't hate don't hate don't hate
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
[Lil Wayne]
Now put Lil Mack on the map if he walk it off
Now put Lil Spitter on the map if he walk it off
Now put a ..... on the map if he walk it off
Say put Lil Fee on the map if he walk it off
Say put E.I on the map if he walk it off
Kay put Lil drew on the map if he walk it off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma.....I'ma
[Chorus]
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
Bitch I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to front
Hoe I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you
You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue
with the white interior on a set of 22's
[Lil Wayne]
I'ma jalapeno boy hot as Cayenne pepper
I'm from New Orleans City but ill take her to whatever
I'm tougher that leather
I'm smoother than Suede
always never broke cause I'm usually paid
Got the Rover with the cage
Kinda brown off beige
Everybody look at me like I'm riding on stage
Gotta woman named Sage
She twice my age
everytime she hit me up she send a picture with her page
I ain't tryin to fall in love I ain't tryin get engaged
you can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead
Everytime I'm tryin to leave she beggin me to stay
and I politely fade away like my name was M.J.
and she wrote me a note, guess what that note said
When I hope still like me but I go both ways
and then I say Oh, then I say Okay
Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name was O.J.
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
I'm Mr. President as they say
and that phantom fits me like its tailor made
I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away
I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Last week I met a bitch but I forgot her name
Short sweet red cute ole vibrant thang
She got a earing in her pussy and everywhere else
She said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself
Then she tell me my love is the best she felt
and she sucked my dick like its about to melt
she drink vitamin water say its good for her health
she can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt
Then theres another bitch her name was Iesha
she ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza
One time it was so good I told her to order one mo'
She said its not Domino's its DiGiorno's
Theres another bitch I met her at the gong Show
Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show
She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows
She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows
I can't forget about my bitch name Meaty-boo
shes a young project bitch I used to bang her on the school
so I brung her to the school and we standing on the yard
the bitch asked me if I was from the 17th ward
Niggaz came out the cut and started muggin me up
I grabbed the clip out my pocket and made them cowards duck
and I told my old lady ill be back to see
and hit me up on my cell phone if niggaz lookin for me, cause
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Now chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up
Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck
Chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up
Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck
My name is Lil Weezy
They say I'm off the heezy
and I tell the dog hoe don't dont you be greedy
My name is Lil Weezy
They say I'm off the heezy
and I tell the dog hoe don't dont you be greedy
dont don't you be greedy
dont don't you be greedy
bitch don't you be greedy
dont don't you be greedy
Cuz its Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Now put Lil Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha ha ha ha)
Bitch
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Dedication 2
Straight from the Carter 2
So much money of the Carter 2
So much money of the Carter 1
So much money cause I'm Birdman son
Don't hate don't hate don't hate
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
Hustlin lyrics - Lil Wayne
Yeah, now what it do you know it's Weezy F. the fuckin boss
inside that Phantom bitch so big I prolly get lost
how bout that exhaust, and my funky cold medina
I make that hoe tip toe like a ballerina
I'm the ~Miami fever~, in that ~Miami Heat~
I been in Miami water, I'm like a ~Florida Marlin~
But I come from New Orleans nigga we still strong
and my money real long, real real real long
and this my thirteenth year, bitch I'm still goin'
so my money real long, real real real long
Nigga that steel on, red beam safety y'all
Murder scene tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce
niggaz say they paper boys, but bitch I be wit caper boys
I say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars
and I got a bitch wit me, call her "Miss Without Drawers"
When I'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdraws"
If you want it I'ma bring it let Diana Ross sing it
I'ma pull it I'ma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin'
I be weighin a block up wit that Rick Ross bangin'
If you try me I reverse ya, now you Kriss Kross swangin' yeah
Whip soft top seats off leather feet prop
Heat cocked, somethin on my neck look like a peacock
you need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we bought
Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock
bitch stop trippin' I been hot, when not
I been threw away what they just got
and niggaz talk shit but when I see em they lips lock
bitch bop, know I got that ooo wop griplock, get shot
bitch I bet I'm hustlin' when ya nigga not
Bigger appetite, bigger pot, EAT
Call it what you want, but baby just dont call the cops
let em chase that drop, I'ma chase that guap
yeah, race track jacket wit the race track loc's
yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke
I'ma crack that egg open, beat that yolk
Let it soak let it soak watch it come back broke yeah
then I hit the streets up and talk that talk
let it float let it float, never come back broke, naw
run that shit, I'm cash money's bread and butter no sugar
bring me all the beef, I'm the motherfuckin' pressure cooker
Yeah, yeah, I could change the weather for ya
lose ya ass, the neighbors tell em that they never saw ya
close ya mouth it'd be better for ya
all that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya
I'ma hustler, got work hoes and metal for ya
when ya think ya ready I'll be ready for ya, bitch Yeah WEEZY
Dedication 2
inside that Phantom bitch so big I prolly get lost
how bout that exhaust, and my funky cold medina
I make that hoe tip toe like a ballerina
I'm the ~Miami fever~, in that ~Miami Heat~
I been in Miami water, I'm like a ~Florida Marlin~
But I come from New Orleans nigga we still strong
and my money real long, real real real long
and this my thirteenth year, bitch I'm still goin'
so my money real long, real real real long
Nigga that steel on, red beam safety y'all
Murder scene tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce
niggaz say they paper boys, but bitch I be wit caper boys
I say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars
and I got a bitch wit me, call her "Miss Without Drawers"
When I'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdraws"
If you want it I'ma bring it let Diana Ross sing it
I'ma pull it I'ma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin'
I be weighin a block up wit that Rick Ross bangin'
If you try me I reverse ya, now you Kriss Kross swangin' yeah
Whip soft top seats off leather feet prop
Heat cocked, somethin on my neck look like a peacock
you need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we bought
Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock
bitch stop trippin' I been hot, when not
I been threw away what they just got
and niggaz talk shit but when I see em they lips lock
bitch bop, know I got that ooo wop griplock, get shot
bitch I bet I'm hustlin' when ya nigga not
Bigger appetite, bigger pot, EAT
Call it what you want, but baby just dont call the cops
let em chase that drop, I'ma chase that guap
yeah, race track jacket wit the race track loc's
yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke
I'ma crack that egg open, beat that yolk
Let it soak let it soak watch it come back broke yeah
then I hit the streets up and talk that talk
let it float let it float, never come back broke, naw
run that shit, I'm cash money's bread and butter no sugar
bring me all the beef, I'm the motherfuckin' pressure cooker
Yeah, yeah, I could change the weather for ya
lose ya ass, the neighbors tell em that they never saw ya
close ya mouth it'd be better for ya
all that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya
I'ma hustler, got work hoes and metal for ya
when ya think ya ready I'll be ready for ya, bitch Yeah WEEZY
Dedication 2
Gettin Some Head lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Pharrell)
Ridin with a bitch I call hot mouth shelly
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 fuckin excedrin
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
Yea why you think I gotta tint 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]
I was gettin some head..(Get gettin' some head)
Super head what's good? Super head what's good? Super head what's good?
I was gettin some head (Get gettin' some head)
I was gettin' some head (Get gettin' some head)
Y'all know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain
Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin 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 cum 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 bear 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
So she slobbed on my knob
like corn on the cob
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 fuckin excedrin
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
Yea why you think I gotta tint 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]
I was gettin some head..(Get gettin' some head)
Super head what's good? Super head what's good? Super head what's good?
I was gettin some head (Get gettin' some head)
I was gettin' some head (Get gettin' some head)
Y'all know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain
Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin 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 cum 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 bear 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
So she slobbed on my knob
like corn on the cob
Georgia... Bush lyrics - Lil Wayne
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
[Ray Charles sample:] Georgia.........
Now
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 should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) 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 (Georgia)
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 lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers 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 (Georgia) 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 (Georgia) Bush
[Chorus - 2X]
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
Now
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 (Georgia)
Now 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 (Georgia) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause 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!
[Chorus]
([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucker 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 motherfucking 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
Walking 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 cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
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 the 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 even 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 swaggy
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 creature, I'm the son of miss cita
My 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 sip 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 motherfucking 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
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this
[Ray Charles sample:] Georgia.........
Now
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 should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) 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 (Georgia)
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 lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers 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 (Georgia) 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 (Georgia) Bush
[Chorus - 2X]
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
Now
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 (Georgia)
Now 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 (Georgia) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause 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!
[Chorus]
([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucker 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 motherfucking 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
Walking 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 cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
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 the 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 even 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 swaggy
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 creature, I'm the son of miss cita
My 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 sip 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 motherfucking 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
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse
Weezy's Ambitionz lyrics - Lil Wayne
[DJ Drama:]
(oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
[Lil Wayne]
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
Ima 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 tune, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, 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
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 swaggie
But 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
Dats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, 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 diamond 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 mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
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
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse yea
(oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
[Lil Wayne]
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
Ima 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 tune, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, 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
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 swaggie
But 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
Dats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, 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 diamond 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 mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
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
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse yea
"Tha Carter II" (2005)
- Tha Mobb lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Fly In lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Money On My Mind lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Fireman lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Mo Fire lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Best Rapper Alive lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Lock And Load lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Kurupt)
- Oh No lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Grown Man lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Hit Em Up lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Carter II lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Hustler Musik lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Receipt lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Shooter lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Robin Thicke)
- Weezy Baby lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nikki)
- I'm A Dboy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Birdman)
- Feel Me lyrics - Lil Wayne
- Get Over lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nikki)
- Fly Out lyrics - Lil Wayne
Tha Mobb lyrics - Lil Wayne
Yeah... hard body (hard body)
Carter carter carter yeah
Let's 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 trying... but I'm normal when this rap shit gets boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (please)
And the beat keep crying and I'm gonna 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 make shit
So while I'm here I'm gonna take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes let's eat, wipe you mouth when you 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 gonna 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 motherfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean baby you all niggas is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around you city try tryna take a number two on you
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'm gonna get 'em B (I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
What the fuck you niggas 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 what's 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 wanna do it baby we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it
Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
I'm gonna 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 niggas 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 other 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
With 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 ouch body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck with 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're gonna 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 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 probably get rich
So fuck 'em I'm gonna 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 gangsters and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream no
'cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up you 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
Stunner pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
Lets eat and talk about all them niggas we cut
What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch
The Mobb
Nigga
Carter carter carter yeah
Let's 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 trying... but I'm normal when this rap shit gets boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (please)
And the beat keep crying and I'm gonna 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 make shit
So while I'm here I'm gonna take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes let's eat, wipe you mouth when you 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 gonna 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 motherfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean baby you all niggas is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around you city try tryna take a number two on you
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'm gonna get 'em B (I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
What the fuck you niggas 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 what's 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 wanna do it baby we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it
Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
I'm gonna 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 niggas 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 other 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
With 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 ouch body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck with 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're gonna 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 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 probably get rich
So fuck 'em I'm gonna 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 gangsters and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream no
'cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up you 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
Stunner pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
Lets eat and talk about all them niggas we cut
What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch
The Mobb
Nigga
Fly In lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Lil Wayne talking]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
I met the birdman and I been shining ever since like that [echo]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
I met the birdman and I been shining ever since like that [echo]
Fireman lyrics - Lil Wayne
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 fuckin 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
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
[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 fuckin 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
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Mo Fire lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 3]
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..
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
[Verse 3]
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..
[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....
Best Rapper Alive lyrics - Lil Wayne
[Verse 1]
Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_
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
And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?
[Hook]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And you should be afraid be very afraid
[Verse 2]
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 feds tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat
(Pow!) 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs
(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck Em!
Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
(yeah) like dat jus like dat
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 fuck your palace at
Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat
Its no problem baby I so got 'em
Its 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?
[Hook]
Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_
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
And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?
[Hook]
The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]
Swagger right (check) game tight
And you should be afraid be very afraid
[Verse 2]
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 feds tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat
(Pow!) 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs
(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck Em!
Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all
(yeah) like dat jus like dat
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 fuck your palace at
Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat
Its no problem baby I so got 'em
Its 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?
[Hook]
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