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Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne]
Check
Huh
What?
What?
Let′s go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You liable to catch me speedin′ up the six, or beatin′ up a chick
or standin′ over a stove, sweatin′, heatin′ up a brick
And we keep the hustlin′ slick, and got clips like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin′ through the house, screamin′, "Where′s this bastard′s crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! Where′s the yay, or I′ma pop one in your grill!"
It′s Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I′m gon′ have to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street with the work
If it′s a drought, you can find me on the street with the work
Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique deep in the dirt
Smell me?

[Hook-2x (Lil Wayne)]
Who wan′ beef with ′em?
Who wan′ creep with ′em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with ′em
See, we can sweep with ′em ′cause it get deep with ′em
And when it comes down to drugs, I′m on the streets with ′em

[Lil Wayne]
I′m the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil′ Renita
Give me the yay, or else I′ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G′z and ouch - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then I′ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y′all gon′ need ′em
When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y′all gon′ eat ′em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got ′em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place
Blast the face, automatic attach to waist
You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it′s off with your head
A nigga either gon′ get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the rocks
I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there′s, coke involved then your throat′s involved
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y′all
Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize it′s real and nuttin udder than that
Cause one from the mac′ll have blood coverin your back, ha?

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Mama bad, mama mean, gasoline
She′s on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
Cause she′s on fire
Got on my knees and ask my lord to keep me clear from the devil cause my girl
She She′s on fire
Yeaaa, and everything is soooo cool, yea

I want them back shots
I said shorty let me play up in that matchbox
And she′s on fire, yeaa
Sho Shorty let a nigga rub his stick cause get some matchbox
And she′s on fire
She′s steaming, she′s screaming, she she′s screaming, she′s steaming
I redeem it, I get in between it, like I mean it
Now hit me
And now she′s on fire, I′ll love to steam you, yeaa
But everything is so cool

Uhh, She hot as hell let′s call her Helen
Fireman to her rescue like nine eleven
Uhh, Fuckin right I make her hot
She got the devil in her, I do whatever with her
Hells angel, I pluck her feathers nigga
I′m am the fire spitter, I start a fire with her
Ok her flames high, But I am higher nigga
So I invite her up and then I light her up, mhm

Mama bad, mama mean, kerosene
She′s on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
Got on my knees and asked my lord to keep me clear from the devil cause my girl
She′s on fire
Yeaaa, And everything is so cool
Now hit me... Haha, oww
She′s on fire, yeaa
I′ll like to steam you, yeaa
And now she′s on fire, haha
(buts it′s cool cool)

Mama bad, mama mean, gasoline
She′s on fire
Put her out, as a matter of fact, take her out
Cause she′s on fire
She′s screaming, she′s screaming, she′s screaming
She′s feeling, not a demon
I get between it, like I mean it, hahah
Then I leave her steaming
Now she′s on fire, she′s steaming girl
Girl that was nasty

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Birdman, Daz Dillinger & Kurupt)

[Birdman:]
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go

[Lil′ Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it′s lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin′s Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can′t Set Me Down

[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top
Brand

[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side

[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up

[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin

[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out

[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch

[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green

[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed

[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up

[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang

[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[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 piston
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
This is the future and crime is 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

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Turk]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
Niggas that′s ′bout beefin′ - lettin′ them K′s spark
Knockin′-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain′t fightin′ no more - niggas bustin′ your head
Sendin′ you to your grave - it′s do or die, cousin
Aimin′ straight for your head, makin′ sure you die, cousin
They dressin′ in black, prepared for combat
Ridin′ four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Not givin′ a fuck, gettin′ your cut, lettin′ it bust
You get hit, that′s on you, my nigga - you′re outta luck
You′re stuck like chuck - wodie, you′re assed out
That′s what happen to ya tryin′ to be hard, runnin′ your mouth
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can′t be found

[Hook (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up

[Juvenile]
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I′ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin′ niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin′ - I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin′ me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can′t help - I draw attention; they be fuckin′ with me
I′m hot in the ass and can′t get enough of these streets
A lil′ nigga in the Rolls screamin′, "Fuck the police!"
Peelin′ out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon′ find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust ′em up
Still stickin′ to the g-code, Ree′s, and B′s
Quit drinkin′, but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don′t like it, you can kiss my penis

[Hook-4x (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)

[B.G.]
I run the streets ′cause I′m real if it′s daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain′t no fear in my heart
I′ll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I′ll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
Better know when I′m in beef that I be creepin′, nigga
Better know that I′m a snake, and I′ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin′ niggas
Momma upset - can′t even go on and grievin′, nigga
Nothin′ change - I′m on TV, I don′t play with you niggas
Still the same that′ll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you′re caught hangin′ is where you′re left stankin′, ya heard me
I′ve been in the game - niggas know what I′m ′bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga

[Hook (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)

[Lil Wayne]
Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
Glock cookin′, boy
I′ll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon′ make me stalk and spray somethin′
Spark or lace somethin′
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin′
Taught to stay thuggin′ brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it′s a miracle
′cause the way a nigga hatin′ or bitch plottin′, the shit′s hysterical
That′s why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don′t blame me, society changed me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can′t shake
With boys we can′t break, and due to that you ain′t safe, bitch

[Hook (B.G.)]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Boy, look,
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!)

[B.G. (talking)]
Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don′t barrow nothin′, don′t fear nothin′
And ain′t nothin′ you can do ′bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let ′em burn, nigga
Let ′em burn, nigga

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Straight off the block with it
Eagle street to be specific
I′m peepin at your people different
I′m pay my dues u keep the difference
I can see the end and the beginnning
So I′m not racing I′m just sprintin
Cause I don′t wanna finish
They diminish I replenish
Scientific
I′m out this world hoe
I wear bright red like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I′ve been counting dirty money since 12:30 A-M,
Wave them if they sure take them right back and spray him amen, yea, I just do my wayne and
everytime I do it I do my thing, yea
Believe that like a true story
Rims big make the car look like it′s two stories,
If I hop out - that be suicide
No back seats call that paralize
I don′t have a spine I don′t fantasize
I mastermine then go after mine
U see I handle mine I dismantle mine
I told her tool box bitch it′s hammertime
So excuse me as I nail em to something
Just repeal em I′m kill em
Someone tell em that I′m a kill em
I′m a feel his mother′s mama can′t tell em when doctors can′t heal em, I′m a kill em
And we sell em I know u smell him
So if u want it u could just yell it
Be in the morning at your tele
Hole keys go for twenty, half a key go for eleven, after me there will be nothing
I am legend and I will smith
Now that′s how ya let the beat bich

[Chorus:]
Now that how u let the beat build bitch [x3]

Just a snar in the 8 0 8
Weezy baby on the mic hear away
Ok id like to thank kanye and my nigga dezzle for giving me this diesel like a F-350 tank never
empty
Damn everybody in the bank act friendly
Usta think my shit didn′t stink boy was I wrong
Approvin million dollar deals from my iphone
I′m take it one two way back
Like a silver white beater and a wave cap all the way thru I blew by u and I wave fool as I blew by
u
Hello hi u I can buy u but I wouldn′t try u feed u to pyru
I know wat I′m doin I show improvement, show improvement, and I know just to go thru it don′t amount
to your influent, whatever
How u wanna do it? we can do it like we late ah wait dezzle let me get the 8 o 8
As I hit the kill switch
Now thathow u let the beat build bitch

[Chorus]

Now everybody say...
I am the best rapper alive
I am the best rapper alive
And I will eat u alive
Think I′m lying damn I′m a make ya eat in the niggas chest like bunch a phlegm, like a fuckin ram,
I′m hunt for lamb
I′m a dump em man in a dumpster can
U ain′t a soldier just ask uncle
Sam
Hair nappy like kam
Nigga fuck ya plan fuck ya man u ain′t a pimp if u get a sane bitch to fuck ya man fuck ya plan
And all my bitches know that′s my plan
O god damn there′s my sound, po-play likes it′s my band
Gotta get it cleared suck my dick with red lipstick and don′t let it smear
And I got a lot of tatoos
I meant every tear and I′m still on that street shit back to the beat bitch
Now that′s how u let the beat build bitch

[Chorus]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne]
+Oh Baby+, Oh weezy
Yes ′sa (Weezy, Baby)
You know I′m Weezy Wee the - Boy
Apple and Eagle - Boy
Packin′ them heaters - Boy
That′s blocka - Oh Boy
And I′m back in the streets - Boy
My crack is fa′ cheap - Boy
I got that - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I′m movin′ in wit′ my - Boy
We doing it - Oh Boy
I′m S.Quing it wit′ my - Boy
SQAD UP - Oh Boy
You try us no (Boy) I′m the - Boy Boy
I come through in that toy on them alloys boy
Mami like boy, I move so quik
I′m the good dick boy, so slick..
.. boys so click wit′ my - Boy
I′ma stick wit′ my - Boy
That my - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Hey Maunderin′ this young Wayne
Mami you know the game
You know ta give me brainz, til you make your boy range
Go try another - Boy
You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack
not a man baby, +Ya Understand+ baby
See me the - Boy
Me and that fifi - Boy
Call us them fly - Boy
We high - Oh Boy
I, ride fa′ my - Boy
An-twan you my - Boy
Hey we - Boy Boy Boy Boy
I′m that pistol pack - Boy
I′m back - Oh Boy
And this shit is a rap - Boy
I told ya - Oh Boy
Y′all all know the (Boy) Grove-a - Boy Boy
Ya, not from the Magnolia, but the bar Soljah
Y′al sippin′ that Belvi - Boy
Step it up - Boy
Ya know whats in my cup (Boy) +Purple Stuff+ - Oh Boy
And ya wanna swallow ya - Boy
But tomorrow you can (Boy) halla at ′cha - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Yes, its the Cash Money - Boy
The Young Money - Boy
Fuck it I done it (Boy) 500 - Oh Boy
Aiy gimme ya bitch - Boy
I show you how ta (Boy) make her
Twerk-n-Work-n-breakin′ them chips boy, you fuckin′ wit′ a sick boy
I feel it bubblin′, I think I′m about ta shit boy
I need a hit of that light green sticky shit - Boy
Got me feelin′ like - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Stupid bitch I′m the - Boy
The fire dont stop -Boy
I′m the only Hot - Boy
But I′m glad - Oh Boy
But I′m mad at ′cha (Boy) that - Boy Boy
Dont make a nigga bust a Mac at ′cha when I see ya
Ya need ta listen - Boy
I′m in the kitchen - Boy
Cookin′ and Zippin′ - Boy
2 for 1 - Oh Boy
Hey Juve fuck wit′ ya - Boy
I won′t fuck wit′ ya (Boy) Fuck Ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Got a baby girl, not a - Boy
She a trip - Oh Boy
I love her thats all my - Boy
Sweet Nae′ - Oh Boy
But ya mama played ya - Boy
Fuck my - Boy Boy Boy
She knows how it go, I′ont love them hoes (BIATCH)
I′m keepin′ it gutta′ - Boy
Gangstaz in my blood, Ima thug it til my hole is dug - Oh Boy
Boy I′m bustin′ it for my - Boy
Who want it wit′ the team (Boy) scream - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Who sayin′ Weezy Wee, not a muh′fuckin′ livin′
Lemme fuckin′ live (Boy) I′m just muh′fuckin′ pimpin′
The dub still dippin′ (Boy) an I′m still smokin′
An as long as they still sniffin′, I′m gifted
Aiy Aiy I′m not a lil′ - Boy
Look at my fuckin′ wheels, Check the size of my shoes
I′m ridin′ on my heels boy
This shit is real - Boy
Fee (Boy) ya gatta feel ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy
Where my New Orleans East - Boy
Not the cops - Oh Boy
I mean a nice car - Boy
Thats them drops - Oh Boy
Them rat-a-tang-a-ring (Boy) bang - Boy Boy
Yea, I put it in a bullet go right inside of your hoody
Ya lookin′ at the boy, ya hatin′ on the boy, ya waitin′ on the boy
July 2nd cocksucka, the Eagle block all the money man, SQAD Up-a
I′m the - Boy Boy Boy Boy

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Uh oh
Uh oh
Look
Listen

[Verse 1]
Now watch me break em up
Tape em up
Gun up in his face
I be like straighten up
Do make me bust
Run up in this place
I put my K to her and Uzi to him
I woosy from gin
Like shut up or get two to your chin
You and your friend ??? how they do it in the pen
I′m kinda off
The 90 sparks give a damn bout your car
I′m behind the tips of the Excursion
Drunk and swervin′
Your mom was twerkin
Don′t be jerkin in the middle of ???
I heard he got the murders so I′m going to get ′em
His boys are trippin so now I got his ma and children
Plus I slid inside tha back of A
96 Acura
Click-Clack and A
Black automatic Cataca
Bitches got me rataca
Pistols out to damage ya
I swear i′ll have this broads brains over the Avena
Mario and Samua
Screamin′ man blast her brah
Now you reall askin fa
A motherfuckin massaca
WHAT!

Chorus: Baby, (Lac)

Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don′t hook up then pay up

(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)

Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don′t hook up then pay up
I, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up
Put it on his ass if he don′t hook up then pay up

(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal)
(If you move twenty birds I consider you real)

What, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Yeah... hard body (hard body)
Carter carter Carter yeah
Lets go

Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want I bring ′em homicide
Word to my momma I′m gonna continue 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′mma 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 meant shit
So while I′m here I′mma take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes let′s eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)
I′m in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)
I′m here muhfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
It′s my ocean baby y′all niggaz is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya
I ain′t goin nowhere special I won′t never leave
Shit I′m already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man I got ′em I′mma get ′em B (I got ′em B)
I′m hungry like I didn′t eat
I want it like I didn′t see a mill before seventeen
What the fuck you niggaz 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 Promethezine but whats new?
Sometimes I can′t cut through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times til it′s fuck you (fuck em!)
So how you wan′ do it baby we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I′m wit it
Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
I′mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah
Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah
Now I kill it the mission accomplished
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
Now that they know it′s a must I remind ′em so
They don′t forget it I underline it and
I′m in the sky when the thunder′s 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
Quote unquote with the eighth I′m a gorilla but lighter
Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah
Start ′em ignite ′em I walk through fire
Watch the flames start 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 gon make it to the finish line
It′s right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just
So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I′m made straight mafia shit front line
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
So fuck ′em I′mma let ′em sit
And I ain′t duckin cuz 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
Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne′ll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Trust me there′s history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?)
Yeah Cash Money Records and I′m still up front
Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch
Thats real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch

Tha Mobb

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne]
He he hee
I′m a young playa nigga, (what)
I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga
Respect the game
Cuz I got the game

[Lil Wayne]
Y′all know who I is
Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
Don′t hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I′ma keep running man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
I might be in a Range that night
I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, its cool, that′s some change lil shite
That ain′t nothing
I ain′t doing nothing if I, I ain′t stunting
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.

[Baby]
Slow yo roll lil one
You ain′t glad its bought
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with ¡®em lil one

[Lil Wayne]
Broads I use ¡®em
Hatas I bluse ¡®em
My whole front grill is full of confusion
Got dammit
Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
I was to the back, niggas couldn′t stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that
Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
Million dolla man baby tear da beasy
Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
Sammy, Mario, tody Taz, that′s my posse
And what
You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
Tell yo girl hello
I done did her, what you muggin me for
Keep playin with me, I′ll put a slug in yo do

[Mannie]
Now looky here, young blood
Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
Don′t make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
Now keep doing what you doing
Go head

Y′all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
Cough cough cough up
Got a cat eye benz on brollas
They call us
Uptown shiners
Original hot boy$ baby, big tymers
I spit game
Get in they head, they be like, ¡°Quit Wayne!¡±
Half hour later, I′m in they split man
Hehehehe it be kicks man
Let me get real
I′ll kill on the battlefield
Steal for the scrill
I will never leave my clique nigga, I′m to trill
I′m a little peepsqueal
But I′m a ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted,
Nigga, I′m taking yo lover
I mean I′m raping yo lover
Leave her taste in my rubber
I′m a playa nigga, I′m a playa

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Verse 1:]
where my niggaz at, it′s play it raw time baby
load up the guns guerilla war time baby
light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
choppers with drums, ozzee′s, and glock time dawg
whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice
and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out
bust it really, it ain′t no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville
and now i′m tieing on my bandanna and i′m cocking back
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma
cause i′m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i′m bout to knock off your brain
tell em′

[Chorus:]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

[Verse 2: (B.G.)]
If drama come to me then it come
for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum
that′s what i ride with not what i got got ducked off
the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
i got the tillery when beef kick
i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion
i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real
i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field
so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
oh it′s a game but it′s a game of life or death
you lose and can′t continue if you get dome checked
you get blues it′s all what duck gonna be next
come in that water and get wet
think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset
i don′t shot to hit i shot to kill
believe me i don′t shoot for fun when i shoot it′s for real
Come on nigga!

[Chorus:]
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!

[Verse 3:]
Give me the guns, i′m ready to bust one nigga
my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga
i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga
A uptown stunter, what the hell you think
ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK!
and you can take that to vegillity boy
i′m burning up, i′m on fire is you smelling boy
cause i be coming with the top down
letting them know how the chop sound
100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
38 with a speed loader in my holster
Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder
but if i pop my trunk i′m might just set off a damn explosure
i′m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i′m bout to knock off your brain
tell em′

[Chorus x2]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne]
Look look look - don′t play with me
Look look look
Huh? Huh? Look
Let′s get the pistols out the trunk, let′s get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin′ but guts, brains
Ain′t no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin′ all to suck Wayne
I′m runnin′ with a clique that just be thuggin′ heavy
Plus I′m runnin′ in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I′ve been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it′s Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon′ get bullets inside his sweater
I′m just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I′ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you′re swimmin′ in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin′ the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin′ your family

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Don′t play with me - I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run

[Lil Wayne]
What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I′m tipsy - I′ve been sippin′ on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin′ up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
In heat, dog? It′s your life or me, dog
On four tires, or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin′
Nobody is not sleepin′
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin′, hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it′s on - ain′t gon′ be no relaxin′ and stuff
cause when I come through mashin′ the truck, I′m blastin′ a pump
and passin′ a blunt - me circle, wants to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I′ll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh?!

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Bet′ not play with me cause I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

[Lil Wayne]
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I′ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I′ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn′t′ve played tough - wouldn′t′ve got his head bust
Now your whole livin′ room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you′re gatted up, full of that vodka and weed - add it up
Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I′m runnin′ the strip
I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave ′em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin′ weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin′, connivin′ killers, but that′s all I know
Huh? Huh? Huh?

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Bet′ not play with me cause I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet′ not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet′ not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I′ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet′ not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet′ not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil′ Wayne]
Killer!
Huh?
Callin′ Lil′ Wayne (Wayne) a...
...killer!
What? What?
Killer!
What? What?
Check!

Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil′ slugger
Callin′ me head busta
Run with me K - blucka
Niggas done fled from-a...
...me infrared, sucka
If him wan′ play, busta,...
...come make me dead, busta
Bein′-a half-way out my nappy head
But I don′t care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray
Anywhere - it don′t matter where a nigga stay
Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare"
I swear, it be some more drama about these bags
Niggas in black drive Jags - camouflage rags
Niggas′ domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat
Niggas ridin′ off in Hummers - laughin′, drinkin′ Moette
You know me: Colleon, standin′ four feet
I′m to-tin′ cannons, wearin′ Rolies
See, these lil′ boys, they ain′t really up on my game
But once I run into that nigga playin′ with Wayne, man
See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block
But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop
Now where your niggas at, comradie? They not with you now
I guess they heard that when I′m ridin′ I make the crew stop
Now, is you ′bout what I′m ′bout?
If you ′bout what I′m ′bout, you ′bout drama
Thuggin′ in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a chopper
I′m runnin′ away, don′t get in my way
My nigga!
Callin′ me head busta!
Callin′ callin′ me killer!

(Hook [Lil′ Wayne])
Them callin′ me killer
Them callin′ me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I′m out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front
Me!

Them callin′ me killer
Them callin′ me head busta, Cash Money nigga
My niggy, when I′m out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front

[Lil′ Wayne]
Check!
Now as the heat flame up
Them lookin′-a down the street, them think they see Wayne truck
Him whole block don′t scare me ′cause me get me thing and bust
Them know that Hot Boys known to be dangerous
Now U.P.T. come down - chopper city in the ghetto, my man
Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it′s Lil′ Wayne
I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain
Give me that rag, you ain′t no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain
Gettin′ blisty...
...off in a black F-150
′Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin′
Heads spinnin′ like a set of seventeens or somethin′
Respect me for who I be: seventeen, head-bustin′
Because-

(-Hook [Lil′ Wayne])

[Lil′ Wayne]
Check!
Original Hot Boy - land-cruisin′ with guns
I shall be the one who burn the block up
Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali′
Hundred shots automatic
Leave ya hopeless in the alley
Now, when a nigga runs up
If the nigga loveless (like me) would have his guns up
Just because of the simple fact that I′m a Hot Boy,...
...and got boys that got toys to stop noise
See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty
Now him catch three ′cause him want beef
Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy, "Don′t mess-a with me."
Now look at him - open up his casket and see
Click-clack my mack, twist my Philly cap to the back
Jump in the black and scream "war", and just "pow! pow!"
How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye
The scene gets wild, and everybody gon′ die
What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip
You′ll get flipped for runnin′ off at the lip
Who behind the gun slang,...
...blood hang,...
...and twistin′?
It′s Mis-ter Wayne
Come splittin′ when I spit

(Hook- [Lil′ Wayne])

[Lil′ Wayne]
-Me!
See, them callin′ me killer
Huh?
Because them callin′ me killer
What?
Them niggas callin′ me killer
Them callin′ me head busta, Cash Money nigga
What?
Callin′ me killer
(Killer)
Callin′ me killer
(Killer)
Them callin′ me killer (Killer!)
Them callin′ me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!)
Killer!

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Look, look, look

A young nigga screamin fuck the world and let ′em die
Behind tints, tryna′ duck the world and smokin rie
Got my bandanna ′round my head and pants to my feet
And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat
I′m tryna′ stay under intoxication
′Cause I lost my father, and got an order, plus I′m on probation
I′m drinkin liquor like it′s water, gettin pissy drunk
And stayin away from them lil′ broads that tryin to give me some
I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline
Duckin the law, ′cause I ain′t tryna′ do no FED time
Sometimes I just wish I could be away
But I gotta take care a ???? and keep macita straight
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep tryin
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin′
I ain′t lyin that the law tryna′ bust my clique
But I scream fuck the world man, I′m too young for this

[Hook 2x]
Look, I′m cursed, but in this verse man, fuck the world
I lost my boy to a gun and made a little girl
And I′m still thuggin′ wit′ my niggas tryna′ keep it real
And I′m still doin for my mother and I′m payin′ bills

Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad
The FEDs said they heard that I know where them birds at
And my old lady say she saw me with anotha ????
And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill ′em
And teachers keep tellin′ my momma that I′m gettin′ worse
And now she trippin talkin ′bout I need to be in church
And my lil′ girl whole family tryna′ lie in court
Tryna′ put me, a child, on child support
And whole family deny me of what I do ′cause I′m a ′thug and stuff′
Plus, my niggas keep fallin to them drugs and stuff
That dope got these niggas meltin away
Man they got clowns right around me, killin they self everyday
We keep fightin but they so strong
I know it′s hard but don′t give up baby hold on
Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust
And grab ya nuts and let ′em know that we don′t give a fuck
We don′t give a fuck

[Hook]

I mean the world just ain′t gon′ never change
So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let ′em hang
Dawg I swear it′s very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me ′cause I′m a young thug
Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit?
But I′ma keep you alive, nigga, I′m Lil′ Rabbit
That′s why this lil′ nigga be buggin like it′s no tomorrow
I only can depend on macita and C-M-R
I try my best to make it through the night and live today
But I′m upset so I′m steady wipin′ tears away
And police got me under surveilance when and wherever
Wreckin they brains, tryna′ figure where I′m gettin that cheddar
I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone
I can handle all a my business, this lil′ man grown
But I try to forget about it and just stand strong
But if everythang was cool I wouldn′t write this damn song
Fuck the world

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

f/ Mannie Fresh

Hoes, let′s just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes
Hoes, let′s just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, hoes

[Mannie]
Let′s Go!

[Wayne]
You gotta talk like a pimp
What′s good mama, you knew better
You′d do better, who better
Than that nigga with the crisp white tee
Icy white sneaks, jeans to a fitta
You do better gettin yo ass off up in that coupe bitch
Sit yo ass on that new leather and regroup bitch
It′s only me you bitch, on our way to tha stoop
I′m the Birdman Jr., you ain′t know
And don′t gimme that silly bullshit about you ain′t, hoe
I move you to my city, put yo ass in UNO
I have you looking pretty hit the ave. now get tha dough
That Gucci gon fit cha like you posed to be in pictures
I got computer love baby Wayne a change ya image
You need Wizzy them other boys just gimmicks
Me, I′m just game, green, and straight physics, Is ya wit it
Yea, I ain′t even tryin ta hit it
Imma get it when it′s time ta get it
Let′s talk about

[Chorus]
Hoes, let′s just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
I don′t love ′em
Hoes, let′s just talk about hoes
Can we talk about hoes, these hoes
Motherfuck ′em

[Wayne]
Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella

[Mannie]
I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli
Number 5 combo meals and splashin KY jelly
I have old school shorty, still drink a forty
Grab the mic, start a fight, and fuck up the whole party
Baby you should leave, adjust yo weave
That′s velcro, hell no, bitch go wit Steve
I got this lead singer bitch from a popular group
I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe
Got this super hoe Shawna, smell like marijuana
How she dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers
Got pretty girl Patrice found out I′m fuckin her niece
She tried to stab me, so I grabbed her and we called the police
Mister Officer, the bitch done lost it bruh
She goin to jail, oh well, I be fuckin her
See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on they chin
Will we go video, well nigga, that depends

[Chorus]

I got old school bitches and new school hoes
Female basketball players with cornrolls
And I don′t like short-haired girls, no not really
If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry
Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil Kim
But I still take hood rats and work with them
Put yo ass in a jag and I drop ya quick
Give ya ass a lil game, if ya smirk ya in
I′m a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink
And I don′t think twice or blink cause I′m focused
Rollin in the whitest mink like I′m polar
Bear, yea, let down my hair
Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire
Rose gold in her face get her red as glare
My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear
I am lookin for a freak, mama take me there, yea

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Target Bonus Track]

(feat. Juliany & Main Event)

Go! YEA!
I′m in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody said they saw us kissin′ in the movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour Two
Then we went home and we made our own movie

[Chorus:]
Lights Camera Action
Lights Camera Action
It′s showtime, it′s showtime, show me yours show you mine

Like OoOoOo it′s goin′ down in this bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in this bitch
1-800 I will dick you down in this bitch
Uptown in this bitch don′t make a sound in this shhhhh
Now let me whisper in ya ear every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby cry baby suck yo momma titty
You know I like ′em old I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriendses
Honor my pole like a flag on the end bitch

[Chorus: x2]
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It′s showtime, it′s showtime, show me yours show you mine

Oh shawty hold on can I holla at ya?
Oh shit! She ain′t impressed you know I was a rapper
See I′m the illest motherfucker that could spit forever
God damn that pussy tight than Tiger Woods′ sweater
See my sex is greater cause my dick is bigger
I got that cum that you could drink like a 20 liter
So let me come and teach ya
I know you want it deeper
I put some money on that ho like she was a Visa
She catch my balls in her mouth like a wide receiver
She "Set It Off" on my dick I call her Queen Latifah
She′ll give you blow on the low like a bag a reefer
She′s a hood diva, so you know it′s...

[Chorus: x2]
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It′s showtime, it′s showtime, show me yours show you mine

I′m like, OoOoOo it′s goin′ down in dis bitch
Pull off bust a hundred rounds on dis bitch
All my niggas dawgs is dog poundin′ dis bitch
And if I ever go down ma you betta keep it shhhhhhhh
Cause girl it get no better [? ]
Nork? sitting right hairy like a wool sweater
Seems like ever since I start stackin cheedar
Putty tat chase me everywhere like Sylvester
Droppin jaws faster than my eyes can undress her
Diggin like a pirate try ′n find the hidden treasure
Hundred pack of rubbers like I′m a tryna break a record
Baby girl say she ′bout whatever so it′s...

[Chorus: x2]
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It′s showtime, it′s showtime, show me yours show you mine

@ Lil Wayne