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from Xxx (트리플 X) by Randy Edelman [ost] (2002)
*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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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 Cash Money what you hollering, huh |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
This is Cadillac Mack haha ha Seville Appeal Luv rollin the L doggs 9 papers Ayyo I''m laid back and humble, yeah I''m cool wit it Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it Aint no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it Baby girl behind the counter lookin'' cool wit She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it She was the type that said I wouldn''t know what to do wit it I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it Got her number, she ain''t it so I''m through wit it I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it Hold on lil'' derrty, for two minutes I think I left my herb man I ain''t cool wit it Murph Derrt say he got me now I''m cool wit it I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it Pimpin'' already, now I got the juice in it I got the grey Vokal wit the blue in it Loose, new, blue, fitted, I''m so cool wit it Ali, you cool wit it? (Ayyo I''m cool wit it) Well is you cool wit it? (Fo'' sho I''m cool wit it) You sure you cool wit it? (Definitely cool wit it) ''K (Kyjuan let me show you really I am) Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Ayyo Nas was talkin'' but I was cool wit it DMX said summin but I was cool wit it KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it And I ain''t even gon trip nigga I''m cool wit it We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it Lunatic''s for the culture is you cool wit it? If sauce, stand up yell out yep I''m cool wit it Yo mo Leezy Nell, I''m done come act a fool wit it I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it I said damn it''s kinda early but I''m cool wit it I had a message on my celly I''m like who did it? Turns out, it was this chick I''d like to ''ooh'' wit it Now I''m tryin'' to figure out if I''ma fool wit it She used to be the cheerrleader type, school spirrit You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn''t get it Or maybe they had the game they just didn''t spit it Or they won''t admit it, cuz they carry too much pride in it I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it Hide in it, might flight glide in it You know I did it, cuz I''m cool wit it A lot of niggaz talkin'' shit but I''m cool wit it Walk in a party, lotta gawkin'' but I''m cool wit it Look outside, see what I''m parkin? you can''t fool wit it Not at all You can''t fool wit none of that young mate Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior A-HA! slide on young playa Just be cool wit yo losses A-HA! Pimp Juice [ - Nelly & (Murphy Lee)] Yo Murph, you cool wit it? (Yeah man I''m cool wit it) But is you cool wit it? (Yeah derrty I''m cool wit it) You sure you really cool wit it? (Yeah man I''m cool wit it Pimp Juice let me show you really I am) Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Look, Look I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it ''Cause she work and go to school so I''m cool wit it My granny don''t like rap but she cool wit it ''Cause as long as I got a job then she cool wit it To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it Told me boy don''t blow yo money and be cool wit it So in other words derrty don''t be a fool wit it He said don''t wind up in the motherfuckin news wit it And help the family when you can and they cool wit it Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it I''m Murph Dert mu''fucka I''m so cool wit it I send raps on ice cause I''m cool wit it And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it Pull up in the yellow Benz thing cuz I''m cool wit it Nelly you cool wit it Ali you cool wit it? Kyjuan''s cool wit it Murphy cool wit it City Spud cool wit it And Slo cool too Party people Lemme show you how really cool we am Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Ay Slo you cool wit it?.. Ay Spud you cool wit it?.. Haha Ay Coach you cool wit it?... |
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from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005)
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uh chhh uh chhh holla at me (mannie fresh in background) Say boy You dont wanna get hit with the AR AR 15 15 Flip cars So just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz thats goin against me I come hard So hard that I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watchin my fist bleed fists bleed So what I'm bustin this bustin this fuckin up everyone that it see So move to the left cuz 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 Rockin by myself with the chopper on the backseat Shoot at the driver side knock his body to the backseat Stop Pause Nigga I'm Dominique Dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Ay fella You dont wanna get hit with the AK AK 47 47 It have you battlin guns and roses Roses and dresses Funeral settins Blessins Ay man You see em on the waist I'm tryna shoot straight straight shot Dont lose faith Homie use safe Hit you in ya grill now they call you two face This aint dance this a motherfuckin pressure point Earthquak break a nigga down to a decimal Break a nigga break a nigga down to a vegetable Lay ya grandmother next to you This the the untestable the untouchable the young stunna dude Whatever stunna do Stop Pause Nigga I'm dominique dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Ay chump You dont 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 he gotta bend he gotta lean he gotta slump I shot em once with the buckshots (oh) Make it look like a sun shots (oh) 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 Shotty on my back got me walkin like a camel Put a hump in ya back and lift you up I'm Weezy F. Baby Gettin so tough Stop Pause Nigga I'm dominique dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Wayne talkin until music stop |
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from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005)
uh chhh
uh chhh uh chhh holla at me (mannie fresh in background) Say boy You dont wanna get hit with the AR AR 15 15 Flip cars So just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz thats goin against me I come hard So hard that I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watchin my fist bleed fists bleed So what I'm bustin this bustin this fuckin up everyone that it see So move to the left cuz 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 Rockin by myself with the chopper on the backseat Shoot at the driver side knock his body to the backseat Stop Pause Nigga I'm Dominique Dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Ay fella You dont wanna get hit with the AK AK 47 47 It have you battlin guns and roses Roses and dresses Funeral settins Blessins Ay man You see em on the waist I'm tryna shoot straight straight shot Dont lose faith Homie use safe Hit you in ya grill now they call you two face This aint dance this a motherfuckin pressure point Earthquak break a nigga down to a decimal Break a nigga break a nigga down to a vegetable Lay ya grandmother next to you This the the untestable the untouchable the young stunna dude Whatever stunna do Stop Pause Nigga I'm dominique dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Ay chump You dont 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 he gotta bend he gotta lean he gotta slump I shot em once with the buckshots (oh) Make it look like a sun shots (oh) 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 Shotty on my back got me walkin like a camel Put a hump in ya back and lift you up I'm Weezy F. Baby Gettin so tough Stop Pause Nigga I'm dominique dawes Flippin bitch niggaz when the shotty's go off Lose the hand guns we dont cop that nigga We hold shotguns we pop that nigga And when you shoot it dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce And when it hit you dont it It make ya body bounce You do the shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce Bounce shotty bounce Now bounce shotty bounce It make ya body bounce Bounce shotty bounce Wayne talkin until music stop |
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from Destiny's Child 4집 - Destiny Fulfilled (2004)
Artist: Destiny's Child Feat. T.I. & Lil Wayne
Album: Destiny Fulfilled Song: Soldier [1st Rap: T.I (DC)] Hey (I want a Soldier!) The way you got it, I'm the hottest around They'll know it when they see you rollin' impala's around (I got a Soldier!) Wit the top down feeling the sounds Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly or holla at B Ya, gotta be g's you way outta your league Please! [First Verse: Kelly (DC)] We like dem boys that be in them lac's leanin' {Leanin'} Open their mouth their grill gleamin' {Gleamin'} Candy paint, keep that whip clean and {Clean and} (They always be talkin that country slang, we like) They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' {Beatin'} Eyes be so low from there chief {chief and} I love how he keep my body screamin' {Screamin'} A rude boy that's good to me, wit street credibility [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he looking at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Gotta know to get dough And he betta be street [Second Verse: Beyonce (DC)] We like dem boys up top from the BK {BK} Know how to flip that money three ways {Three ways} Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway} (Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like) Low cut caesars wit the deep waves {deep waves} So quick to snatch up your Beyonce {Beyonce} Always comin down poppin our way {Our way} (Tellin us that country girls the kinda girl they like) [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him Betta be street if he looking at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Gotta know to get dough And he betta be street [Bridge: Beyonce (DC):] I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna take care of me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) Don't mind takin one for me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna spend that on me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) Wouldn't mind puttin that on me (Where they at) [2nd Rap: Lil Wayne] Hey, see cash money is a army I'm walkin' wit purple hearts on me You talkin' to the sargeant Body marked up like the subway in harlem Call him, weezy f baby, please say the baby If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryna hide I blend in wit the hood, i'm camouflage Bandana tied, so mommy join my troop Now every time she hear my name she salute [Verse 3: Michelle (DC)] I like dem boys over there they lookin' strong tonight {Strong tonight} Just might give one the phone tonight {Phone tonight} Homey in the dickies in my zone tonight {Zone tonight} He don't know it might be on tonight {On tonight} Ooh he lookin' good and he talkin' right {Talkin' right} He the type that might change my life {Change my life} Everytime he look at me my girls be like {Girls be like} (That one may be the one tonight) [Hook: DC] If his status ain't hood<... |
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wassup shorty you still hangin round this bitch huh? dude: man i told you i gotta do me shorty, say, wassup wit all dem people round there? woman: man i told you them niggas was wiggin off dem pills round here. dude: who dat? woman: man they left old boy leakin last night. dude: what boy was this? woman: man you know that bitch used to be swingin round tha block in all them whips, bitch thinkin he stunna and shit. dude: man aint that cold? what you bout to get into? woman: man i'm gonna listen to tha carter ii f**k this bullshit dude: |
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from Bow Wow - The Price Of Fame (2007)
Alt spelling - 4 Corners
[Jermaine Dupri:] Question, What Ya'll Know About Swangers On A Slab? 30's On A Hummer With The Butterfly Doors, Lucky Charm Teeth Lack On Dem D's, Chevy's Sittin' High Iced Out Everything, Stacks On Deck No Bank. What Y'all Know About 5 Of The Hottest Young Niggas In The Game? Bow Wow, $hort Dawg, Scrappy, Tha Boy Lil' Wayne, The Homey Pimp C We Got A Little Story To Tell Ya'll About Where We Come From. [Verse 1: Bow Wow] I Come From Where A Chevy Wit A Trunk Full Of Bump Is All That's Wanted In A Year It Don't Matter Long As You Throw Some Throw Some D's On It Mouth Cost More Than Your House House On 10 Acres In The Inside So Fly Niggas Call Me Jim Baker From Ohio To Texas We So Infectious ATL To STL Is Gon' To Be Hard To Catch Us I'm Talkin' 'About Niggas Poppin' Pills, Pills, Sippin' On Bar, Bar, Drinkin' Crunk Livin' Like It's No Tomorrow See Out Of Towners Can't Understand 'Cause I Cut All My Words Shawt Poppin' Tags Is Mandatory Saturday At The Mall Hoods Ain't Hoods They Cardboards & Zones Guns Car Choppers & When It's On It's On See The Kids Can't Live Without It & It Ain't Nothin' You Can Do About It Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It Hear Me Out See The Kids Can't Live Without & It Ain't Nothin' You Can Do 'About It Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It & Now Answer Me This. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? $hort Dog Holla At 'Em! [Verse 2: Too $hort] The Boy Country Like Overalls You Know That Dawg Catch Me In A Slab The Same Color As Bowlin' Balls Crusin' Up The Avenue I'm Probably Gon' Give You Hoe On Cop 'Cause I Ball Hard & I'm Stuntin' Just Like It's No Tomorrow So Yesterday I Swear I Spent About 50 G's On A Wrist Watch That Shine Brighter Then The Christmas Tree If You Was Gettin' Cheese You Would Probably Spend Too So Don't Hate 'Em 'Cause I Blow Paper Like The Wind Do & Hop Out Clean So Watch Your Queen I'm My Biggest Baller In Houston Homey Not Yao Ming I Mean I'm Gettin' Money Man So My Pockets Hell A Chubby & I Be Sippin' Drank That's Purple Like The Teletubbies So When It Comes To The Women Dawg I Can Tell They Love Me They Put They Panties In A Envelope & Mail 'Em To Me, Damn. Now How's That For Some Fan Mail? But Me & Bow Gotta Question Know The Answer Raise Your Hand Yell. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Scrap Get At 'Em! [Verse 3: Lil' Scrappy] Yeah They Call Me Fisher Price 'Cause All I Do Is Play Nice & I Hang Around The Gang Of Gorillas That Love To Fight I'm The Ice Man I'm Far Away From The Sun But I'm Still Hot Like A Bullet Pushin' About A Gun My Charger Look Like A Muscle Liftin' A Ton You Can Pickin' On Me Then You Picked The Right One That's Right You Pass Another Drink & I'm Sippin' Another One You Trust Me Up I'm Blunin' I'm Blowin' Myself A Bun Got A Froot Loop Coup Lookin' Like Orange Juice When Them Hoes See The Truth They Don't Be Knowin' What To Do Yeah I'm Scrap, Scrap, The Youngest Young Nigga In The Nation Young Nigga Quit Hatin' On The Money That I'm Makin' I'm Just Country Nigga. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Weezy! Holla! [Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] Look They Call Me Wayne That Is Our Cheporone So Far Ahead Of The Race I Don't Know Which Lap I'm On, Damn Little Homo Young Louisiana Hit You With The 3 5 7 Like MC Hammer & Money Talks So That's My Grammar If You Ain't About Money You Can Step Like A Gambler. Am I The Illest Doin' This? Hell Yeah I Am Fresher Then The Prince Of Bel Air (Me Too) & O.G. Kush Is What You Smell Here Smokin' The Biggest Blunt's Don't Worry I Brought A Spare They Say I'm At The Top But I'm Almost There & When I Get I Will Sit Don't Worry I Brought A Chair I'll Put Ice All Over The Altermare But Yay Watch Face No Time Is Hard To Tell & I Will Do Whatever Tha Carter Shell So Hot Goin' Out Wit Me Is Like Goin' To Hell. [Chorus: Pimp C] Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise? [Fades out] |
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from Chris Brown - Exclusive (2007)
Ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen) gentleman, gentleman, gentleman
You are tune in to the very best, So beautiful, Jazzy Phizzle, Chris brown lets go They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Well I bet I couldn't look more bolder, hold her, As we dip into my solar, Call me forward baby I Explore her, Its navigated your the one like Lincoln, Black Bentley, you'll look better in a pink one, She's smokin' and I about to steam one, Let's get And make Love on Venus, Baby the ball is in your court like Serena's, Make me jump ova that net between us, And let nothin' get between us, We too hot only sweat between us [Chorus] Girl your hot like fire {Gimme what'cha got} Coldest thing movin' {Gimme what'cha got} Heat up like summer {Gimme what'cha got} Girl you know what you doing {Gimme what'cha got} 28's on a hummer {Gimme what'cha got} 'Cause your the number 1 stunna' {Gimme what'cha got} You got it {Gimme what'cha got} You got it Girl That's it baby girl put it on my zipper, We in the club but I still wanna tip her, You should be my Mrs., I can Mr., Put me on deck shorty I can be your skipper I'll give you a kiss for every time you me smile I'll give a thousand if you stay a little while Longer and I gettin' stronger, feinin' in to get with you shorty do what it do [Chorus] Exit it now I got place that we can go, Back seat actions son room for deuces, And the windows tinted, so nobody can look in, Put it in gear and burn out with me I'll give you a kiss for every time you me smile I'll give a thousand if you stay a little while Longer and I gettin' stronger, feinin' in to get with you shorty do what it do [Chorus] Girl Your the finest thing I've seen and I'm tryin' to get with you Girl Girl your on fire and I know that your burnin' hot {shorty your burnin' up} You got me, you I'ma set you on fire And all I do, is think about you [Chorus: x2] |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
We be stuntin' on these bitches get money on these bitches 250 on the wrist nigga we be the illest we be the realest see em be niggaz up-town soldier with the money to the ceiling shinnin' like a diamond from an eagle to a pigeon birds on the wire a hundred deep and we chillen finger on the trigger thats the up-town livin' high o the sky no doubt we livin' hustlin' doin donuts in the lamb candy on the slam 50 on the air hundred at the crib get it how ya live stuntin' on these bitches red diamonds how i feel |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. Lil Wayne)
(Lil Wayne:) Stunna it's your turf baby haha And me the heart thrive Yeah I be with dem different hoes You know dem different hoes I mean dem Believe dat Uh huh Believe dat Tell em girl Believe dat (Birdman:) Got a bitch in the back Got a hoe in the front Got work in the back Got more in the front It be the birdman baby Birdman everything kosher Birdman baby feathers all over Tony montano white leather soft sofas Got to many cars so now I buy choufers All about my penion like a motherfuckin loafer I was in the crack game before baking soda Bitch I'm a o-g bitch I'm o-g I'm gettin high off my money Til I o.d see you don't know me the bitches know me my old hoes tell me go back to gold tee King size bed nigga gold sheets gold bottle for breakfast nigga let's eat I got five and they all sexy, they all drive new cars and they love me (Lil Wayne:) Yeah cause I be with dem different hoes I mean dem different hoes Believe dat Uh huh Believe dat Tell em girl Believe dat Put your name Believe dat Where you from Believe dat I know what your saying Believe dat It's like I'm just playing but Believe dat (Birdman:) Look fresh with the heavy metal You know I need that Gucci stay fly on the stage believe dat We one of a kind we do it til you see me black Ice with the chrome and the silver how you love dat Too fresh to cool too shiny too foo' too sunny spend money That just what we do believe I'm shine believe I'm a grind Believe me your girl at my house all the time believe I'm a bout to hustla believe I've got the mustla believe I'm a stunna man you know I know the struggle Come from the pot pan come from another land Come with a better game baby I'm the bird man (Lil Wayne:) Yeah cause I be with different hoes Ya know dem different hoes I mean weezy believe dat You jus gone cut me off Believe dat What believe dat I know what Your saying Believe dat I feel you Believe dat Ay why you crying Believe dat Yo you ain't lying Believe dat I'm on the yacht and boats Pills and hydro Bras and money homey That's what a nigga know She know I shine cause You know I grind cause She know I'm high with the metal all the time cause And she believe me and she all in me We poppin bottles to a few of her ocean b I'm all nc. I'm all good daddy I'm the birdman You know I'm in the new caddy Believe me she get money just like me I stay strapped with the flame in my new fleet 100 millon dolla suede seats with the leather seats With the gator on the front with the platinum teets Ya bitch I be with dem different hoes I mean dem different hoes I mean weezy Believe dat They just gonna cut me off Believe dat I understand Believe dat Believe dat My girl say and I say believe dat (x2) Yeah Believe dat one hundred Let me take a shot I want my shawdy I like dem tall thin and shot Girl what Believe dat Believe dat |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
And we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind (X2) I'm grinding y'all [Verse 1 - Birdman] Fuck it we going to get it homie Pop it and split it homie, live it and hustle homie Grind till we billions homie, more money, new lens More money, new Benz, more money, two twins What we toting homie? Got it from the bottom, raised to the top with it, hundred mill' rock with it Hundred mill' drop with it, got the Benz and the Phantom like way back Forty, fifty cars in my hood, bitch touch that Play the model nigga, drinking out the bottle with it, on the island with it Money and power with it, watch the little nigga jam on you bitches While I'll be sitting on the island, nigga fucking these bitches More hundred [Chorus - Lil Wayne] X4 And we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind [Verse 2 - Brisco] Same clothes three days, watch me get my grind on My auntie say I smoke too much, that's why a nigga mind gone Can't stop hustling, I get it from my dad, all I know is box, Cuban stamps, and Ziploc bags Rental cars tinted out, time to hit the interstate Got a fetish for Ferraris and bad bitches I can renovate I ain't talking penny weight, I'm talking big money I'm talking breaking it down, to the last onion Poppy know my forte, I get them and drop And if they rolling up the rug, we shake them down and re-rock them I got to get it, it's all about a dollar, I do it every day so I'm living blue collar [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Shit, see I came across the state lines, know I had to get mines Hundred mill' was the ticket, for a straight grind Know I had to get back where I started, had to get back what I lost, new fleet that I ordered Got more chips, flipping out the other licks Bad for the birds homie, born hood rich Came from the rockets straight to the topics That's how we getting it, big money won't stop it More hundred [Chorus] |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(Intro: Birdman (Lil Wayne))
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Lil Wayne) Okay start wit straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles Im fresher than a muf**ka, yup Im a muf**ka No I wouldn't take ya girl but I shall take her tongue from her Could you tell I love woman, like no other woman Oh Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Now as I recline behind my desk I aint got a lot of nikes but I got a lot of cheques (money) Got my own shoe brand new on the set Went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet From shittin in a cell to shittin on a jet I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets) I made too much money I aint made enough yet So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty) So many niggaz throw my hood on they back So many niggaz from ya hood on they back Thats why we so paid and it be like that I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Yea, only sippin red champagne White-tee red hat red bandana Uptown, choppers struck upon ya F**kin wit the Birdman we choppin yo companion F**kin wit my son and we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And Im cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin) All my cars automative automatic No lie, we dont even drive no askin Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that) Young Money Cash Money we the champion (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) Ya Did. |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(Chorus: Lil Wayne)
Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! Me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Verse 1: Fat Joe) Coca Bitch! Here is something you can't understand. How I can just kill a man. Shame what the mack can do, K's spit faster. I'll make an ass of you, save the theatrics. Watch like a quarter mil, chain like double that. I ain't gotta to talk about the half up in the duffel bag. Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate. Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're niggerich. I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me. Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touched me. "Pray and pray for my downfall" BIG said it; so I made it rain till it poured. Speak from the heart, this emotional rap. Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that. Crack! A G what the streets done made me. And the only language I speak is "Fuck You Pay Me!" Bitch! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Verse 2: Lil Wayne) Say Pardon! Bad man no take Pardon! Peer gunshot army them make backup! A man no fear no man, man no fear no one! Man a real Islam, man a get down done! A me no hear them talk, me eat in me car! Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war! Me I'm a Babylon gangster, holly grove monster You no look familiar, roofers them kill ya! Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya! Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya! Me think I'm gon need the almighty one to heal ya! And me behind the jungle with the lion and we killa! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Ad-Lib: Birdman) Yup! Put it in the air nigga. Light your lighters in the air. This for my dead homies. Yeah! (Verse 3: Baby aka Birdman) "Gangsta Gangsta" that's what we yelling! Shoot him in his head, let his bitch go and tell them! We in the hood, getting money, we swelling Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price Bigger your stripes, you know what we doing tonight We getting it right, we plan, then hit, then flight We know the rules nigga, live by none Get it by none, bitch I'll kill for my son (Verse 4: Lil Wayne) Yeah! Gangsters don't live that long. That's why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home. And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearning. To walk up in a church and believe the sermon. But instead, I spark up and relieve the burning. Hoping that he understands my reasons for it. No, I ain't evil; I'm equal. And nigga I ain't sweet; motherfucker I'm diesel! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
100...stunna!..wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!..we ride and die fo this money nigga!..(haha) its your turn.. lil wayne chrous (2x) i gat(belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) birdman dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight...so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya..killa lil wayne (chorus) x2 birdman verse 2 sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket..co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy , i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out..nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!......(we kil) (stunna baby) lil wayne chrous 2x and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...) This how we gon' do this... up the turntables, Wolfe, get on the keyboard... And we gon' run it, ya heard... |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 [Lil Wayne] The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna Mannie Fresh Jazze Phezz |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 th |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 mo |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 247 (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 Wo |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 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 Weez |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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" |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
(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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
So they ask me
Young boy What you gonna do the second time around How you goin' come back I tried told them I come back like thirty two I jump back like thirty three (ugh) Hit me! That's nothin' This is Tha Carter Two people This is Tha Carter Two people (hey) They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter Of the deads 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 sniffin' I'm just pitchin' ya honor I ain't snitchin' ya honor Hate bitch niggas 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 four in the bubbles I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dough Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryin' to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke You ain't tryin' to see how far that black back lane go No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah I'm eatin' 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 nothin' Look it's mornin' no yawnin' or nothin' I ain't sleepin' I'm up tryin' to take a nigga lunch You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here Cash Money is an army Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas 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 That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song You leapin' at a dog a dog wit no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you bitch niggas no paw I'm talkin' bout stunna He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters Sunshine's on the king and sets on the prince I met the Birdman and I been shinin' ever since like that (that, that, that) |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah, hard body (hard body)
Carter, carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin' Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma I'm tryin', but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin' All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat, keep cryin' and I'm a keep beatin' her Fee I'm fuckin' her I'm deep in her sleep in her And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up I made enough I ain't make shit So while I'm here I'm a 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 rushin' in Like Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert Carter two 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 mu'fucker make room, boom! Young Tune the big kahuna It's my ocean baby y'all niggas is tuna Better now than sooner junior Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya I ain't goin' nowhere special I won't never leave Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave Can't get rid of me? Not little me (no) Man I got 'em I'm a get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat (yeah) I want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeen What the fuck you niggas tellin' 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 Promethazine but whats new? Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loo Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!) So how you want 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'm a ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah! Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it Cause every time 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 cryin' young'n I been through all that I done done what you sayin' I put it down when the others was playin' When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions hold court with the apes 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 multiplyin' 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 goin' right Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights We can't see but we goin' 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'm a let 'em sit And I ain't duckin' cause I'm right here, I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up See you fuckin' up the money baby that ain't good business You startin' 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 the niggas we cut What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such Chuch "Tha mobb, nigga" |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah,
Money on my mind Money on my mind (Chea) Money on my mind Money money on my mind (yea) Money on my mind Money on my mind (that's alright) Money money on my mind So money is all I think of (that's alright) Money on my mind Money on my mind (Bitch!) Money on my mind Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (Bitch!) money on my mind (Bitch!) Some money on my mind some money is all I think of (Aye!) Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car they in aw I'm lookin' like a star bitch, when you see me make a wish Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy J-R Birdman my paw bitch, ball bread 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 40 make a chip Out of a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip (gone) And the hustle is all muscle just strength When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift (one, two) 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 the 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' Mo, mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (yeah) Money on my mind (fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches) Money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind (get money, get money, get money) Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Money on my mind (Fuck bitches, get money, fuck bitches, Get money, fuck bitches, get money) Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Yeah! Nigga get it in the slump if you know how In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow What you know about that baby it's yo time Coke trans-actions on the phone we call it "blow jobs" Too fast for the feds to cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch gettin' sloppy with the pots (bitch) Hoppin' off the boat meetin' poppy at the docks He tell me i'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid, yeah Money over bitches I'm yellin' it to the grave Developed at a young age, go after what pays These Gabanna sunshades block the sun-rays I drop a car note in the mall on the first day I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way That cake like it's it's my birthday New Orleans my birth place Ya heard me, where money more important than a person, nigga Mo, mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (yeah) Money on my mind (fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches) Money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind (get money, get money, get money) Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Money on my mind (Fuck bitches, get money, fuck bitches, Get money, fuck bitches, get money) Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Twistin' up a blunt thinkin' bout my next dolla' I'm diggin' in the game tryin' to get some money out her I'm so vein it's a problem There ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it, She still down there she don't get none of the profit Where around the city, let the tints hide me That's a cold motherfucker, whoever that's inside it Forever symbolizin' the grind it don't walk to you I'm make it' run like horses do, Giddy up baby if he got it then hit em' up baby I know its crazy but I cant 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' Pistol on my lap on the way to the money Mo, mo, mo, mo, money on my mind (yeah) Money on my mind (fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches) Money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind (get money, get money, get money) Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of Money on my mind (Get money, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, Get money, fuck bitches, get money) Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Money money on my mind Mo, mo, money on my mind So money is all I think of |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Fuck with me?
Thank you C'mon C'mon You know me man Alright O-V I got 'em boy Weezy baby C two Weezy baby You cant see me And I see you, Lawd I, I, I got 'em Bring the crowd and I'm loud and living color It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach (yummy) I'm takin' it I ain't askin' them for nothin' If you sell a million records we can battle for ya money I'd 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 with 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 people to reel in God I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond And I hope you catch on to every line Who a I! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin' Livin' and breathin', steallin' and feedin' Peelin' and leavin', killin' and greivin' 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 parties, second line, Zulu ball bar, S.S. fest, jazz fest, Mardi Gras Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, No he got, family try, tell the feds, tell the cops Smell a rat, comin' back, to the house, to the spot Tap tap, knock knock, who is that? chicka pow! Trigger man, hoody man, tell the kids boogie man, "Pistol Pete", ammo-mammal, gun man, blum blam (ha ha) Damn semi you done fucked up Pussy ass niggas put ya nuts up Just call me! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid Fuck up with all these rookie M-C's? Whew! smell like a bunch of pussy to me (fuck em') Fuck em' good, fuck em' long, fuck em' hard, fuck who? fuck em' all (yea) Like that just like that, right back I'm on that money train and that mack will knock em' off track The Carter back, well protected from the warren Sapp The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac You cant see me baby boy you got that cataracts I'm right here, straight out ya hood just like an alley cat Since everyone's a king where the fuck ya palace at Me I got callus on my hand I can handle that Its no problem baby I so got em' Its just a victory lap baby I'm just joggin' Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath The motherfuckin best yet Sorry for cussin' Who! The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And you should, be afraid, be very afraid, yeah (The best rapper alive) |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
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'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out 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 passin' '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 better 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'm a 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 gut Cause I'm the fireman You hear the firetruck 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'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out Fresh on campus it's the Birdman junior Money too long teachers put away ya rulers Raw tune not a cartoon No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (sexy) 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 My handle in the game so long my thumbs 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 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'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a 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 crape ya They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton Y'all in a race and me I'm at the finish line Been running for too long it's time to gimme mine Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime 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'm a put you out You can spark it up and I'm a put you out I, I, I, got 'em I, I, I, got 'em aye aye B I got 'em Aye D I got 'em Aye slim I got 'em Don't worry I, I, I Don't worry I, I, I I'm a put you out |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Oh no, no, oh no, no
Cut the music please 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 Hollygrove Hollygrove 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 clips ain't 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 tank-top 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 Oh no, no, oh no, no |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y'all, (yeah) Don't get shot Rapid fire, what you know about it? I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel Rob 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 (check) Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, Winky tell her I'm gon' shooter, shooter, shooter My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it But no, I can't do it My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it 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'm a 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 bitches But ain't no looters 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 (yeah) 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 (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) Oh, shooter Oh, shooter I try tell you what I am baby My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Sorry but me no surrender) Oh, shooter 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, far, 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 tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda' (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) Mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda' (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) No, me won't surrenda, no, no I promise no surrenda' I got my burner And I'm your shooter |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Will it the not the one they call
little big Wayne Weezy B long side Sheradon more fire more fire, yo [Chorus] Mo fire ya Weezy, Mo fire ya, put your light up in the air (mo) Mo fire ya, I give her, Mo fire ya, mo' fire a go' burn then I Diddy bop, my fifty cock, 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 intact My biceps and triceps is ay yes [Chorus] I come at you (sh) It's somethin' new, the color is smurf blue, I'm puffin that purple, believe it if I talk it I walk it like, Herschel I get it like it is on the commercial This is verse two, it is worse too, I'll murk you, like I birth you You niggas small bubbles, I'll burp you, And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you My jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, I'm like whatever my shit mean and obscene Now I been seen on a lot a different scene, That mean I got a lot a different creme [Chorus] I raise mo fire to the man up higher, I lick a shot to let him know that I'm 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 diamonds, And you were seein' two or three 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, (right here baby) she wanna walk witcha, I'm like yea baby, (yeah baby) batty man get 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 nothin' but a prop fish Mo' fire ya Weezy, Mo' fire ya, put your light up in the air Mo' fire ya, I give her, Mo' fire ya ya Mo' fire ya Mo' fire ya Weezy Mo' fire ya Mo' fire ya, I give her Mo' fire ya |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah, my girl 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 flows 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 with you bitch niggas I'm fucking ya sis' nigga, it's Weezy [Chorus] 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 one was the, dick for you hoes trapped And, this is Tha Carter two 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 niggas 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 [Chorus] I ain't talking fast you just listening too slow I'm, getting them Benjamin's 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, rah, bury that Rats, scary cat, rat 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 hoe, 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 [Chorus] Its real pimpin' Its real pimpin 'goin' on like bitch You can be my bitch Its real pimpin' Real nigga |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah, ride wit' me sweet heart
I'll fuck them niggas don't even worry 'bout them Its cash money baby You know what I'm talkin' bout Its the carter two [Chorus: x2] We won, we won And then we shot that B-B gun And they lost, and they lost Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss 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 Jesus baby we won't break So we ride like four Pirelli's So secured, no security, no protectin' no comparing Loc' and heavy, Ocean eleven Aviators, boat takers, so fackers No playas, I'm Hollygrove to the heart Hollygrove from the start Don't cross Earhardt Boulevard where the ward I come from One seven, one shot, never that (blum blum) Brrt Brrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap! What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up nigga! [Chorus: x2] Get 'em get 'em Weezy hit 'em where you kill 'em easy Sit 'em in the river, leave 'em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin' I'm probably drinkin' that syrup Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip He don't know I got the nina wit' the full clip That's a somersault back spin full flip for ya? Push this button, I flip out and hit something Miss nothin' I'm just bustin' until this scene clean Twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin' Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect I, strap a jet black gat till the deck Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshitin' My hood getting kinda crazy where I be So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the O-G [Chorus: x2] Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom The haters I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like what up? If it ain't about money I keep goin' I try'na get that green, niggas try'na mow my lawn But fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn And duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there If this was a movie it's time to roll the credits, cut! Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin' block! I'm a motherfuckin' rock! Hard body eagle street seventeen shots Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop! Drop little man drop This is not for little bitches you man or a fox I'm layin' in the drop, thinking of more money Cash money, young money Take money, your money. [Chorus: x2] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Hit me
Right in the sternum this time t baby You already know You already know You already know This that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik Goddamn Next they hit a nigga in his head with this one I'm a paint the city red wit this one I'm a head wit' this one See you fuckin' wit' the boys who tote toys way before Christmas. No assistance (its) that persistence me. That commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die tonight I know my vibe is tight, And I deserve that thrown, And if the kid ain't right, Then let me die in this song, See I'll be ridin' (just) Ridin' alone Wit' my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kiddin' How the hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his thing Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king She'll be So I be who I be That's me that's Weezy F. Baby and Please say the motherfuckin' So I be who I be That's me that's Weezy F. Baby and Please say the motherfuckin' [Chorus] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move And I won't budge Won't budge No I won't budge no Na Money is the motivation Facin' the avenue Back touchin' the wall Got the weed Got the gun Gotta run when I hear that bird call, dang Hop in that thang and merk off Swerve off You know me, they call me "Birdman Junior" Anybody murderer Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the opera All black gwop tent, locked in I can let them shots out You 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 to do There's a full court pressure I'm just going for the two If I'm open for the three I'm a take it in a second Even if there's one second and I'm a 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 is worth to the durf motherfucker (yea) [Chorus] I ain't never killed nobody I promise I promise if you try me You gone have to rewind this track and make me go back That thing will go blat That boy will lay flat so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbatin' Black Peter Pan flies too, I die, what you sayin' Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I stay in Got me feelin' like Scarface Like the Koheba Streets reply I look right in a four seater You know I be out here ridin' a four seater Top floor of the four seasons Four of the whores And they all know how to cook it up Look I got some But only one know how the bad bitch, bundle up See its a cold world so homey bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothin' So get ya hustle up. [Chorus: x2] Man, man this be that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik, yo So ride to it yo And vibe to it yo I'm asking y'all please please Young Weezy got that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik Ride to it yo Vibe to it yo Vibe to it yo Its real shit man Its real talk man Its how do it How did it How done it I ain't braggin' I ain't boastin' This the way it go I ain't braggin' I ain't boastin' This the way it is Better guard your kids Guard your face Guard your body we warn the place We here Fuck bitches its young money nigga |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
{Lil Wayne talking}
Yeah Yeah its kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face so I do it over snare and bass music take me away {Hook} I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love thats exactly what I need {Lil Wayne Verse 1} Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, C`mon Young boy, I know ya love me like ya never loved. Ya know ya couldnt find a better thug, and uh you been peepin me since I was younger, so young that ya even called me ya little brother but im all grown up know I got my own money. Im married and divorced and my daughter is a woman. And guess what? My daughter want another sister or 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 your feelins wont let my pride conceal it. Ya got Wayne, I charge it to the game, so baby you can keep the change but... {Hook 2X} {Lil Wayne Verse 2} Destiny Child CD song number 3. she cater to me until 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?) She on stage waitin for me after my show so know time for groupies straight to the top flo. yeah, fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel, then after an hour she gon need another shower when im at home in my coupe or the office in the streets or in the booth im 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, yeah they throw thwy purses and they makeup at me cuz you got Wayne I charge it to the game and baby you can keep the change but... {Hook 2X} {Lil Wayne Verse 3} Come home smell the food on the stove she done cleaned the whole house washed the dishes and the clothes and when we out we do it just like we supposed look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls Royce, choice of car that we move in. She get high sometimes cuz Im always doin it yeah Ya here them hallways we always doin it yeah but cuz everytime feel like the first one perfect, when a nigga stressed of that work she take away all the pain make it lesser than dirt thats why, you got Wayne I charge it to the game and baby you can keep the change but... {Hook 2X} |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Dawg you gotta feel me on this one
What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adope grown up type shit Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga Geezy, Juve and Turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg (Verse 1) Age is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch I ride D L in the C L Gun right in my grip I slip a clip in every whip , cas hatas likely to trip Come home to my future wife and every nite she'll flip She end up catchin bites to her lips behind diapers and shit But I light me a spliff drink henney without ice when I'm pissed Go to the club and start a fight thinkin I'm Tyson and shit But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly And i know i might be young but niggas gone definitely respect me But in the mean time I'm fightin gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like i'm never happy now except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now And that kinda juice me up and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a Kool it boost me up And say a prayer for everyday just so I get through the stuff but I be like (Chorus) - 2x Ahhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man being responsible for everybody in ya home man and when u feel like everythang is goin wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a GROWN MAN (Verse 2) I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up And usually I'm fed up thinkin everythang's a set up But I get up this shit, stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts And i get hit up with all kinda stress And put up wit the stuff trust me it's tough But I mantain to climb through it all And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg I live for today and hope and pray that there's a tomorrow And I borrow confidence from out my heart when thangs get awfall And I'm walkin on the edge stuck without a solution and someway I still pick it out and shuffle to conclusion And I don't need nobody else so keep yo advice and jus doubt me Cas ya'll cats don't really no me ya'll jus no bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me covered with spirit And plus I know my fathers watchin and my mother's the dearest And I ain't neva said they don't appreciate what I do But jus know if I wasn't a man I wouldn't make it through (Chorus) - 2x (Verse 3) Who would have known that this was somthin that didn't turn out so hectic But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it I'm influenced and effected by the way it became And I don't play with them at all so I don't say its a game And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully change I'm always street so I'll forever be facin a change And I'll keep this thang brutained on the waist of my pants And I demand respect from all if not then I'm waisten a man And if I want it then I get and if I need it I have it Take care of them family first cuz the liquir and weed is a habit And I'm so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leadin my path And I didn't ask for you to like me I don't care if you hate me But don't mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me and I'm faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone And dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own but I be like (Chorus) fading.......Believe Dat |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea Any motormouth could get hung high We don't fuck wit' niggas like fungi We don't even hear ya Hollerin' bullshit nigga quit the diarrhea 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 niggas 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 rosewood '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 [Chorus] Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was try'na be calm But, uh, that chopper rocked, 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 talk, not enough proof 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 Bennett" 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 Meet a disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe Swallow the truth, belch reality How does it taste, powder your face, you a bitch nigga All pussy, stop cummin' out your lips nigga I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus] 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, it end wit' a song 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 sutures on your smooches boy But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
So you made it, this far,
We upstairs, I let you up here You special, Marley, don't shoot You know what this is? Still The Carter 2 people Still The Carter 2 people Yeah, you still in the carter 2 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 Gangster gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet till your sock a drip Don't slip, 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 screamin' 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-fobia, 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 brassiere 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 |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
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 dope In the fuckin' seats cracked [Chorus] I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dope boy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys 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 dope boy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys 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 five in the garbage can and the wrap saran I need cash advance See I know three sold The other two a jam I'm a sit on one and whip the other one much as I can Hot ass fuckin' sedan 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 nothin' to a boss The niggas in the hood try'na floss and ya head gotta cost nigga Take a loss nigga S-S five five all black with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at I ain't tryin' to prove nothin' I'm jus tryin' to move somethin' [Chorus] See we cookin' up a thousand grams (thousand grams) I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (pots and pans) Triple color with the platinum jam 50 birds homeboy in the back of a van (bitch) A hundred grand in rubber bands (rubber bands) We got them birds in the coffee cans (coffee cans) We got the whips wit the extra clips Got bitches outta state niggas flippin' them bricks (Flippin' them bricks) Been in the caddy been in the alley Nigga been on the block Right in front of Mrs. Gladis Nigga know bout hustlin' Know bout stuntin' Did the curb servin' shined every summer (bitch) Been on front, been in the back Nigga roll wit' duct tape and ride wit' the mac We see these haters like fuck them niggas We made men millionaires, hustlin's our nature [Chorus] Eight A.M. open my eyes Yeah kick my bitch tell her open the blinds And I'm, over the stove at nine 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 Bentley sittin' low as I wait for her 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 niggas lame ducks Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin' the game up My name Wayne what Hot boy flame up You niggas tryin' to change up and I'm gettin' my change up [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
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, that's what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thing) 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 that's all I know that's all I ever knew Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying And I feel that way For real So hard I go I keep pushing The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chips from trying to get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars every time 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 They got the shivers man 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 that's just my point right there That's 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 that's 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 that's who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family that's who I represent My homies, 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 that's a gamble 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'm a 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 arragis If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign Feel me And see That's where everybody get me wrong at You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for real Why do you think other rappers Lack the impact of your music? That's 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, for real I need relief, y'all help me I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than a lot 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 That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack Feel me And that's just what it is nigga If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up That's how I was taught that's how I was brought up And that's how I'm a go down man, for real Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch Swallow slow Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song Bitch |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yea, real rap, real rap for ya, yeah
Lighters up, lets get 'em [Chorus] Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) 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 Standing on stage in front of thousands Don't amount to me not having 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 breathing But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleeding Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it Trying to cope wit' my chances a needle There's a dark road ahead, but I'm trying to take it easy Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga [Chorus] (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just trying to get over) And now we, Smoke kush 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 laid '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 living like I know when I'm coming But I'm just living cause I know that it's coming And the end is coming, but I ain't running I and hiding and ducking, I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it I'm just speaking from the heart of the dieing public We still beating, we goin' rise above it Though it seem like they cheatin' and we loosing We survive if nothing, they could never take the stride from struggling I gotta ride And sometimes that ride get bloody But I just think about my buddy and go after that money, but uh Oh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, we 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 Patron out the bottle to the head now We getting red now, bitch my nigga dead now And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now I should of said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds Now I gotta walk around, brim down Just trying to find my way to the next day, escape Ya birthday could be ya death date So I'm living like it was just yesterday, let's pray Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together It's murder murder, I don't think it get better So be a competitor or get out the weather Me? I got a umbrella and a Beretta I'm just trying to make sure my daughter future progressing And behind that, I'm shooting excessive, trust me The beautiful dead, we living wit the ugly I just tell my pops wait for me, I'm coming Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya (I miss my dog 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) Though, though I'm missing you I'll find a way to get through I know living without ya is impossible (yea) Gone I know you goin' live on (cry momma, ya momma) Cause you were my brother (my sister) and I love ya, and I miss ya (I miss my dog I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over Can't stay sober, I'm just trying to get over) They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime, Cause I don't wanna see nothing! Yea, Like I said, Life ain't nothing but a long extended road, keep driving I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road, No help, keep going Yea, lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept going yep, Who knows when I'll run outta gas. Yea. |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
[Lil Wayne]
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 [Verse 1] 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 And until I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[Chorus]
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard me Yeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout me I tell u one motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley (who) I gotta few slugs don't temp me (ah) Khaled put me up on the firm mats (Khaled) I'ma million dollar nigga lets confirm that (Ross) I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas) N the matchin' huned thousand dollar bracelet (who) Mo' guns then the matrix (matrix) Neo reload get ya face twist Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases) Cartel mo' cars then the races (races) A-K's on a lear jet (g-4) Rick Ross I'ma Real threat [Chorus] Standin' in the blue house choppa in my right hand Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms He bouta get jammed by the open locker goons I found a needle in the hay stack (hay stack) Put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back Now I'm known around day as the young don Ain't no bitch made pussy's where I come from (nah) Ain't no dick ain't stoppin' shit 8 pound on the pinky bird fat on the wrist (On the wrist) so far so hood When the rounds hit his ass it ain't look so good (so good) Now he leavin' in a black bag He a roach the bris be the black flag And don't leave ya dope round me Straight gutter 4real ask ya homie bout me [Chorus] Fat paper bag brown paper bag Rubber band green paper cash (yep) Fuck with 'em get the laser tag Yall niggas better wave a flag it is ova I walk wit a hand gun ride with more From it must been a coop or somethin' Since I love her I'ma put some candy on that hoe I go topless no panties on that hoe (see) yall niggas think its sweet sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth Like that boy I got guns where guns ain't suppose to be You need to get a full dose of me (I'm crack) yeah [Chorus] Niggas low I'm illatic (whoo) Know who you dealin' with (whoo) Fuck ya pretty whip you niggas ain't killin' shit Every bird I whip fuckin' every bird I'm wit I'm ya makeveli sucker where that murder hit Yall niggas ain't trill (trill) Yall niggas know the deal (deal) Yall niggas wanna deal (deal) What you talkin' is irrelevant (relevant) Shit a leave a whole in a elephant (boom) So if I got it them I'm sellin' it (sellin' it) Need cheese cake like Frederick (who) U hear the rederick prick u not a predict Rick in a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross) [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
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, know what I'm talking 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 Dog 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 want to be what you ought to be Don't worry Carter me I just acting accordingly I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me Handling streets in the mandarin V I hear you haters slandering me I just hand him the P Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and just handle the piece Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up Got Mannie hot wit me cause I always beat his beat up Y'all 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 speaking bout no speakers What's leaking up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on Front door living room young nigga switching 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 giving head for speed But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doing 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 what's up in this motherfucker Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker So with that lets keep it moving, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewing 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 promethazine 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 neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucker I came back around, it's the Carter Show you the rest of the house later, we goin' go upstairs, ya know Ya know what this is right Tha Carter, tha Carter, tha Carter |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yea Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard [Lil Wayne talking] 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 yall out there to do for me is say this [Hook] Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my [Lil Wayne] Murder one on one, the hottest nigga 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 Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy And you already know that pimpin 18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me [Hook] [Repeat X2] [Lil Wayne] And I move like the Coupe thru traffic Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent Ya bitch 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 sho Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking And I aint 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 bitch Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go [Lil Wayne talking] Hold on let me hit the blunt 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 [Hook X1] [Lil Wayne] Birdman put them niggas 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 ass You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler Play me or play wit me then I'm goin find your mother Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out Leavin behind just residue and bones In your residents with Rugers to your dome Like where the fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke This, this, this, this, this, this, this, This is the Carter [Hook X1] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
OK I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you [Chorus] 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 Well I got it don't worry, I got it, I got it 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 player, I'm sorta like B-D Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too Don't chase the feeling baby girl let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable I'm a world class G mami fuck wit' dude I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot You watch your grill what you ought to do Fore' your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon [Chorus] I'm the Birdman Birdman Junior bitch I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch I be flier than your guy nigga lose the prick Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing And we could shh 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, this Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea [Chorus] And y'all better blame Baby Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy And y'all ask why I never left the navy Cause he the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy Young, young, young wizzle baby Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you No, no, no me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss everyday because I could bitch So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy And your sister lookin good shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle weasel One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people [Chorus: x2] My hoes got hoes for real Ya merkin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em Mannie Fresh murderin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em, yeah yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this |
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