Lil Wayne - Walk Out (текст песни)
[verse 1]
and in here is where the heroine bore you
and i also got a large pot of cigarette or you, that
embalmment fluid illiterate are you
that′s ok man i got the medicine for you
i got, i got, i got the infediment for you
got that vitamin d or ug for your shorty
one window to let the dawn in
cuz we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
we dump in and pump out
i showed you this window for you to jump out
you on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin
no cats or dogs, rats or snakes, sam′s or jakes
round here its all gravy, ham and steak
mama cookin that up here have a plate
that′s mama carter she′s a basket case
but i make sure her sandwich is a napkins straight
you pic wit this picnic and i′m at your face
(c) lil wayne
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Другие тексты песен исполнителя Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
(feat. Birdman)
[Hook:]
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Yeah, Hustlin On My City Streets
Tryna Get A Whole Ki (I Bought My Frist Ki, My First Ki)
In 93 And We Was Gettin ′em Like For 25
Columbian Connect, Homey We Was Gettin Fly
We On The Grind And Our Nuts Got Bigga
And Every Day We In The Muthafuckin Hood Our Guns Got Bigga
Stuntin On Them Niggas, Gettin Money Stayin Fly Every Day A Nigga Spendin
Ridin 25s And We Blazin Gettin High, Nigga Showin Off His Ride
Crusin Through The Beach Nigga Rollin In Them Bimmers
Them People Pull Me Over Hatin Cause They Can′t See Us
Know I Got The Money (Laws Won′t Leave Me Alone)
Now They Actin Funny Cuz They Know A Nigga Strong
Money Long And We Comin
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I Ain′t Have To Touch A Piece Of Work Since ′94
I Lost My Daddy In ′96 And Started Makin Moves
In ′98 (I Got A Brand New Lexus Coupe)
(Now Them Laws Won′t Leave Me Alone)
They Pull Me Over, Lock Me Up, I Bail Out On My Own
I Call My Poppa On The Phone, Tell Him Cook Up A Zone
I Leave A House With A Pocket Full Of Stones
Got Them Hoes Slangin, Hidin Packs In They Titties
Them Small Chest Bitches Gotta Put It In They Butt
(20s In Them They Can′t Fuck Wit Us)
I Got So Many Hoes
(It′s To The Flow Or I Don′t See, Don′t Know)
(Now They Won′t Leave Me Alone)
Man I Got So Much Dough
(It′s To The Flow Or I Don′t See, Don′t Know)
(Now They Won′t Leave Me Alone)
Weezy Baby D Boy
[Hook:]
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha
I Bought My First Ki
Bought My Bought My First Ki
I Bought My First Ki From My Baby Momma Brotha (Cooked It Up Myself And Started ...)
[Verse 3: Birdman]
And I Ain′t Touch A Mothafuckin Ki Since ′04
And Thats The Word That We Servin, Look Thats All We Know
Them Niggas Talkin Shit But We The Niggas Wit The Cash Flo′
(I Still Smoke That Weed, Smoke That Smoke That Smoke That Weed)
And I′m Back On The Beach And We Blowin Out The Whole Beat
My Ak Mack Eleven Represent The 3
Gangsta Like A Mothafucka Me And My Homies
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, My Nigga Rabbit Was A Og
My Momma Husband Thats What Show Me (My First Ki)
Yup, Then You Know I Had To Be A Hustla
I Started Sellin Hubbers
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
Yessir!
They can′t stop me... even if they stopped me ha ha ha yea
I′m on it ooh I′m on it I′m so on it and how ever you want it
You can get it tonight hoe
And all night hoe I get the beat from
(Mistro)
A fuckin right hoe
I might crazy go on these niggas I don′t give a motherfuck
Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up what!
What I don′t give a motherfuck get cha baby kidnapped
And ya baby motherfuck
It′s tha Carter 3 bitch better put ya supper up
Hollygrove I throw it up like I′m tryna lose my gut
Fuck is up beat him up like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffeled up for the fuck of it
Shit get on my level you can′t get on my level
You would need a spaceshuttle or a ladder that′s forever
However I′m better if not now than never
Don′t you ever fix ya lips unless you bout to suck my dick
Bitch swallow words taste my thoughts
And if it′s too nasty spit it back at me
Two more inches I′d been in that casket
According to the doctor I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abra-cadabra I′m up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip hop and I′m a keep it on my channel
Watch me!
Bitch watch me!
Bitch watch me!
But they cannot see me like Hitler
It′s the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old it′s growin white hair
Young Money baby
Yeah we right here
I′m a make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don′t cry
Ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the hills
Yeah when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I told my girl when you fuck me better fuck me good
Cause if another girl could she gon fuck me good
No sittin at the table if you bringin nothin to it
And I get straight to it like it′s nothin to it
Yea I got game like Stuart... Scott
Fresh out the ESPN shop
And when sports in the poppin
E′ery thang stoppin but you can′t fool me I know what you watchin
ME!
You watch me
You watch me
Cause I be
WEE-ZY must see t.v.
C3 nigga that′s me
And I′m me I′m me
Times three so retreat or suffer defeat
I′m back 3 PEAT
C3
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
Lil Wayne talking)
It′s the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time biotch
Yes sir, you already know
(Lil Wayne verse 1)
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?
Chorus:
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
(Lil Wayne)
Bitch what? I′ll bust ya ass up
Don′t even go there round
Niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
And shit got me ′bout ass up
They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
It ain′t October 31st but we gone mask up – and guess what
And I heard they got a nice chain
And for the right price I′ll bust the right brain
And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city just me and my friend
Friday night special, professional tight aim
A gangsta is who you hearing
Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I′m more real than, I got more scrill than
Got more skill than them there
I′m a Cash Money Millionaire
Chorus:
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
(Lil Wayne)
Baby let me get the keys to the rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party
Than the after party
Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch
Fuck a bachelor party
Don′t go to rapper parties – I′m no rapper man
But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome – we some monsters man
We gone mob to the promise land
I bought big – I′m a Tymer man
Son of a Stunna – still a girl fuck with a hustler!
Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
Baby blue Mercedes Coupe – Got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
You′re fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
Mr. S-Fucking-Q – I′m the fucking truth
Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
That′s 500 Degreez!
Chorus:
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
You don′t want to fuck with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
[Verse 1:]
A Millionaire,
I′m a Young Money Millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn′t fair
I′m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cause I don′t write shit cause I ain′t got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dolla,
And the all mighty power of dat ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got tha maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers... ha ha ha ha you can′t catch em, you can′t stop em,
I go by them goon rules,
If you can′t beat em, then you pop em,
You can′t man em, then you mop em,
You can′t stand em, then you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
[Verse 2:]
A millie in here
With them Young Money Millionaires
Think you wheelie pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli... the Vanilli′s in here I′m a rascal don′t get whopped,
I get brats who don′t give top, I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could
Never put a brake on, An I break on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like I′m Akon,
Cause I make cons... Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I′m kamikaze
Drop a rock with them Obamas, Illie in the mind, really with the nine,
Millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime,
Penny on the line, Plentys in me, any guinea′s with em bigger than a mini and remind
I′m Illie and it′s all off G piece and a P... G walk by beep beep,
With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep...
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to death, prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left... Ha
I′m illi in here I′m a young money millionaire
What chyall really want it naw
Y′all don′t really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid
And I don′t care who it be, I′m steppin to it
Notice I say ′it′ cause to me, it ain′t shit
Get. it.
Call me whacha like trick
Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it′s private
Man I hate a shy chick
Don′t you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick and she ain′t shy no mo′
She changed her name to my chick
Hahaha, yea boy that′s my girl
And she pops excellent up in waynes world
Totally dude you should
See their faces when they see that
This robot can move
And it′s say...
Hahaha, yea
And it go...
That′s right
I′m a millionaire I′m a
Young money cash money fast money
Slow money mo′ money neva low money
What is that, who is that, I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a ′rest in peace′ shirt of it
Tell those niggas beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cause I
Killed and now don′t tell no one you heard of me
It′s like, the beat was screamin, murder me
And I′m a, murderer
So I murdered it
And you niggas is what I eatin I′ll make sure of it
And he who don′t believe me I′ll make dessert of him
Sherbet him, I mean
Shame on him, or her Carter, Father, Of
This rap thang, this is my race
Gon′ take a lap man weezy babys nursery
Now gon′ take a nap man, it′s nap time
I′ll holla back at you at snack time
Weezy... F... yea, ok
They say I′m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon′ beat Lil Wayne
My name ain′t bic, but I keep that flame boi
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya′ll knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bowels
I don′t owe you like two vowels
But I′d like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I′d rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don′t play in the garden and don′t smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many girls like I′m Michael Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn′t doubt me
Man, life, just ain′t life, without me
Hip hop just ain′t hip hop, without me
Young moola baby
C3
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
(feat. Birdman & Fat Joe)
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I′m so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin′ rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It′s a drought ain′t it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin′ my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit′ two O′s just like Ohio
I′m fuckin′ nuts... cashews
But I′m so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I′m mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I′m a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin′ suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin′ that shit that you talkin′
And we gon′ have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin′ that shit that you talkin′
And we gon′ have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... ′Cause you aint really even ′bout all that
You ain′t really even ′bout all that
And don′t′cha forget.. I know ya you ain′t ′bout all that
You ain′t never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on ′em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on ′em
Let ′em sleep on it it′s nothin′ to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin′ packs
Yeah Weezy homie′s got yo′ back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain′t shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ??? coke or dog food?
My shit′ll have you runnin′ naked like an old school
And yeah we ′bout it ′bout it and you ain′t ridin′ on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin′ suicidal warmin′
And I′m a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal′ll get you ???
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin′ war but they runnin′ from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had ′em as lil′ niggaz raised ′em ′round real niggaz
Poppin′ bottles fuckin′ wit′ them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin′ me and my young nigga
Chillin′ I′m in the streets hustlin′ gettin′ money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo′ jewels we was gettin′ money
And ain′t nothin′ ever changed still doin′ the thang
Still gettin′ money still spendin′ change
We hustlin′ from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin′ everyday like the money ain′t comin′
Nigga... yeah we ridin′ woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught ′em I′dda split they fuckin′ wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I′ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You know them hoes love Weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y′all
Don′t y′all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin′
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see ′em, peep ′em, meet ′em, beep ′em
Later on if she ride
G ′em, freak ′em, by the weekend she be fuckin′ the squad
I ain′t got no loves for broads
I ducks and dodge
I grab ′em, on they butts and all
She fucks my dog
Slut sucks nuts and all
And nothin′ small
This dick make ′em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, cuz they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have no picks and chooses
Cuz I hits and lose ′em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I′m so gangsta pussy chick don′t wanna fuck wit me
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]
[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it′s hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
[B.G.]
A c′mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start all over again
And work your jumpin′
[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
[Verse 2: B.G.]
That′s right, act a fool bitch
Do what you do hoe
After I finish don′t get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I′m speakin′ I′m creepin′ and come get some mo′
You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain′t nothin′ nice
Love when you reach out grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suck it ′til that middle come out
Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you)
After that wiggle your ass and make that juice move
I′ma donkey (donkey), better yet a veteran (veteran)
At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend
The Number 1 Stunna, Baby you wit me
Bump in my head never let a bitch play me
Always get the tec nigga fuck ′em all
Wrap a chain ′round ya neck and walk it like a dog
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]
[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it′s hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
[B.G.]
A c′mon, Tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, and show me somethin′
Put that dick down bitch, start fuckin′
And do your jumpin′
[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
See now when Lil Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can′t even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum got me feelin′ real good
The dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex
So do me slow, get out the Prada dress
Come when you wanted to like private jets
I′m on blast ma′, why you take it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste
That′s how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me in this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin′ on A.I. fish black
I got 2 more ′nites is you wit that
Fuck it let′s go, when we pop out Lil Moe
Drop the top part of the ′Dro
Later on I′m touchin′ the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make′em act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]
[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it′s hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
[B.G.]
A c′mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, then start fuckin′
And do your jumpin′
[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
Hey Hey Hey!
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I′m a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!
[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I′m gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I′m gutless
Bet I′m gonna reap this when I′m gone defeat this while I′m here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya′ll niggaz can have the Weezy I′m the Birdman Jr. junior
I′m a man to another man to a bitch I′m a pimp in the whip I′m a hundred grand
And in the streets I′m a money man
And I′m a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I′m sayin
[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch
[Verse Two]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K′s dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I′m the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I′ll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I′m the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I′m a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don′t even understand me
Could′nt see me even if you was standin with me
I′m that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!
[Chorus - 2X]
Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
[Lil′ Wayne]
Ha.. I′m.. so cool
[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man
[B]
I promise you, we gon′ give ′em what they want ′til they come get us nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
[B]
You feel me?
When gon′ chase it ′til we can′t chase it no more
So y′all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
[Lil′ Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game ′til it′s sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it′s hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin′ like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin′ like, holla, y′heard me?
Got the fools bailin′ like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I′m important in rap but I′m special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin′
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain′t squeezin′ nothin′
I′m Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin′ when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don′t ask for nothin′ boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that′s him
[Chorus 2x: Lil′ Wayne]
Yea, and we ain′t stressin′ ′bout shit
We grindin′ like a mo′fucker tryin′ stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn′t act like this
[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin′, there′s some fraud ′round here
Nigga better stop hatin′ before they disappear
I see the same ol′ shit
and pop the same ol′ shit ′til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin′ with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I′m tryin′ to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin′
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that′s the way a nigga livin′
I bring ya back ′84
Dope game jumpin′ when the water hit the flo′ nigga
Cuz we was doin′ it dogg
Everybody gettin′ money, we was doin′ it dogg
[Chorus]
[Lil′ Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I′m hotter than a fire on the end of the fo′
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo′
But I made it to the ceilin′ and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that′s leighway to the do′
Only to cut off the lights, g′night
[Baby]
Look, it′s Sunday, we in the hood gettin′ our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman′d down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love ′em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore ′em
and go and get some more dough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin′ to another linin′ nigga
Know what I′m sayin′?
If you in the way, you′ll get moved over nigga
Think I′ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin′ a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y′understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That′s your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that′s how it′s goin′ diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
One
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
(feat. Shanell)
[Wayne - Verse 1:]
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
by the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay
Ok..
Uh alright..yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
Where the government is watching what you do and say
Ayy well alright..yea
Well Imma tell u this story bout a nigga wit glory
Ya I come from piss poor and now I live in six stories houses
My house big
Listening to my own voice in my black rolls royce
Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses
Haha take off my trousers
Ya
Ya dont know nothing bout this!
Ayyyy!
I′m a dope boy wit a guitar
[Shanell - Chorus:]
Hey daddy can ya help me
Ride wit the band in the back seat
Riding wit the dope boy! (I′m a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell em if they looking for me
I′m on the road to the next city
Riding wit the dope boy!
Dope boy wit a guitar
[Wayne - Verse 2:]
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
By the way of New Orleans where the killas stay
But thats ok... yea... thats alright! ya
I′m loved and praised in the U.S.A.
My ancestors where slaves in the U.S.A.
But now today.. it′s alright
Yea
COME ON!
Oooooo!
Dope boy wit a guitar!
[Shanell - Chorus:]
Hey daddy can ya help me (yeaaa)
Ride wit the band in the back seat
Riding wit the dope boy! (I′m a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell em if they looking for me (damnn..)
I′m on the road to the next city
Riding wit the dope boy!(woo!)
[Wayne - Bridge:]
BRIDGE!
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
Where my president is B-L-A-C-K
I was born and raised in the U.S.A.
And all i wanna do is play
So turn me up
TURN ME UP
SO TURN ME UP!
SO TURN ME UP!!!!!!
@ Lil Wayne
Текст песни:
(feat. Birdman)
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Okay I′m out ′chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won′t touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain′t that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon′ stop fuckin′ wit′ them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it′d be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce ′em
Smokin′ on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I′m here you are gonna need a chopper
And I′ma need a lawyer and you gon′ need a doctor
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Get at ′em we hit ′em up if they rattin′
Niggaz ain′t fuckin′ wit′ the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I′m feelin′ awfully aggy yes I walk wit′ the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave ′em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin′ about me but they ain′t talkin′ it at me
′Cause if they talkin′ it at me then I′m just talkin′ to caskets
All that talkin′ is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
′Cause the shit gettin′ chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to ′92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit′ them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don′t?
Got beef homie I was just gettin′ hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let′s trip
Line ′em up put ′em down on the guest list
These niggaz ′bout to make me go Rambo
I′ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin′ the general
Snap shots at′cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don′t make me get my fishin′ pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit′ any O Forty-Fo′ and let ′em go
Let ′em know that I ain′t never been sweet and won′t be
Yes I′ll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit′ the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I′ll kill ya and that′s a fact
And I ain′t never killed no one jack
But I′m honest bitch I promise I′ll kill ya and that′s a fact
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
@ Lil Wayne
Случайный анекдот
В Одессе посреди ночи в дом вламываются два налетчи- ка - большой и маленький.
Большой:
- Будем грабить и насиловать! Маленький:
- Нет, только грабить! Большой:
- Будем грабить и насиловать! Маленький:
- Нет, только грабить! Большой:
- Я сказал, БУДЕМ ГРАБИТЬ И НАСИЛОВАТЬ!
Маленький:
- Нет, ТОЛЬКО ГРАБИТЬ!
Женский голос из темноты:
- А тебя, маленький, вообще не спрашивают!
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