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Текст песни:

[Intro]
Oh No, No, Oh No, No
Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No

I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I′m in the backseat still got the seat back
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love and take it back
Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
Face the facts you can′t change him can′t shoot it if you can′t aim it
Can′t miss him if he kill you then you can′t blame him
That′s just how the dice roll when you can′t fade him
Get too deep up in that water and they can′t save ya
Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing
And watch my step on a wet pavement
Yea I′m from the hood so I rep ′em where I can′t take em
Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement
So nigga get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I′m so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she′s mine
Streetsweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast
Like... Ha ha
That′s bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin back
It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain′t heard bout this
The clip sink down to the dick
That′s a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy
Garunteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin′
Mortimer is no longer leapin′ he sleepin′
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin he thinkin
Deep in thought the boy ain′t even linkin
Bob Marley got me stinkin
Stackin figures I′m standin 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 goOver a convo about dough
Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
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
Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright
And I′m feelin 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 gettin up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
Hold up the beat might drop

[Outro]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(featuring Blaque & Mannie Fresh)


[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice′s (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That′s, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It′s my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20′s on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
′Cause that′s what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move

(Verse 1 - Lil′ Wayne)
It′s Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I′m putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain′t got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain′t got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga we tymin′, the cost of my watch over ya house
I′m a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let′s hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick ′til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it′s Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Lil′ Wayne)
You don′t wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y′all don′t see me
Y′all can′t hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y′all know I′m the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP′s from, here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son
That′s, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Juvenile]
Ah hmmm hmmmm
Hmmmm Hmmm

[Verse 1 (Juvenile)]
When I say I don′t give a fuck
I mean that yeah
?? brains is getting bust
I didn′t say that yeah
If a shipment was comin in
I need a ?? wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin′ that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you ain′t never heard about me
When i′m flissin a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
Clean off of they head
See that red dot comin from
Me and my girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And i′m about to get mine
At these times
Look lil′ daddy
You ain′t got to worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
Y′all bitches better handle y′all business before I hit y′all
Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block aright

[Chorus 2x (Juvenile & Lil′ Wayne)]
[Juvenile]
It′s enemy turf that i′m on
So i′ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my black calicoe
My lil′ brother Weezy

[Lil′ Wayne]
My big brother Juvi
Four hit the blocks
Strapped up with the Uzis

[Verse 2 (Lil′ Wayne)]
What, What, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
Better move yo′ wife and son
′Cause i ride or die
Cashmoney Hot Boy
Bless me when i′m gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it′s on
I been bout it
Put a ??????
I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make ′em flip
And i be full of that trash
i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at ′em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make ′em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil′ Weezy small frie
Guerilla when it′s war time
Y′all better learn
When this nigga shoot it′ll be all hell
Well then let ′em burn
????????????????
Seven churn and i be damn if i let ′em go
If i don′t get my dough
Then hell will be all blowin′
′Till i R.I.P CMR i be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, i′m HB for real

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
All i know is the streets
And how to strap up
When it′s time shoot it
Cock yo′ heaters
Tie up yo′ bags
It′s time to do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
If ya don′t know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil′ Wayne
And yo′ block get burned
You must love to go swimmin
Cause tha water gets deeper
See i bust you wide open
And take ′ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain′t really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo′ chest
And make it look just like a wet cat
This is a death trap
i′ma a guerilla and i mean it
leave ya′ head still in a beanin′
?? on the semen
Calicoe steamin′
Red dot beamin′
Dressed up suspicious
Play with lil′ Weezy you′ll be ?? for the vicious

[Chorus 2x]

Enemy Turf
Time to strap up

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[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, this, this, this, this, this
This is the Carter

[Hook X1]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(feat. Birdman, Rick Ross & T-Pain)

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit′ the matchin′ fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin′ phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I′m doin′

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit′ a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain′t quiet nah you can′t quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin′ mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I′m fuckin′ several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
′Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I′m gettin′ cake hoe
If you don′t love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I′m stuntin′ hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin′ on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin′ these great diamonds

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit′ the suede on top
The money keep a-comin′ nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin′ and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin′ out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand ′cause we get it ′round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggaz poppin′ shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit′ me I′m gettin′ another till dropped
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin′ so you know they gon′ flock
I bought another island wit′ them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin′ so we shinin′ so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that′s my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit′ some hubbers 12 years old
Maan I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn′t know and Stunna ain′t know ′bout it
′Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that′ll break ya off
Them niggaz runnin′ up the terminal we takin′ off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I′m a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn ′em into track stars
You know my name baby that′s Weezy Fuckin′ Baby
And if that nigga hatin′ on ya then fuck him baby
I tell ′em fuck ′em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you′ll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven′t spent a check yet off Tha Carter 2
I am that fuckin′ dude now who the fuck are you?

[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]

[music to fade]

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Yeah

[Chorus 2X with variations]
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I′m lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I′m the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don′t struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I′m a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

[Chorus]

[Hook: during Chorus]
Fuck bitches (3X)
Get money (3X)
Get money fuck bitches
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know bout that baby its yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I′m gainin weight I tell him I′m gettin paid
Money over bitches I′m yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it′s it′s my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga

[Chorus] + [Hook: during Chorus]

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I′m diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I′m so vain its a problem
It ain′t a stain on these Pradas I′m just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don′t get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don′t walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit ′em up baby
I know its crazy but I can′t get enough baby
I love it I fuckin love it
I′m a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin to myself cause I don′t fuck with nothin
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Mula Baby...

[Verse 1]
She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame.
She would do anything she could to feel the flame,
When everybody knew your mood and the games you′ve played.
She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed:

[Chorus]
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Yea..
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.

[Verse 2]
He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame,
And he would do anything he could to kill the pain.
When everybody knew your mood, they speaking your name,
All over the late night local news I hear them scream:

(Chorus)
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.
Oh no, this ain′t paradice.

Oh, I say the sun don′t shine forever.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh
And everything that glitter ain′t gold.
I say love don′t love forever.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh
When everything that′s new gets old.

Sometimes we try to find a road to the riches;
We need roadside assistance.
Blisters on my knees from begging for forgiveness.
Ain′t no dollars on my trees, but mileage on my feet,
′Cause I been climbing to the peak and running from the bullshit.
I′m tired of hearing the same songs, who told the DJ bring it back.
Dead presidents bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat.
Staring at big poster -- I swear that he be winking back.
Cut school; sell crack. Sorry I′m just thinking back.
Ca-Call me crazy, I′ve been called worse.
It′s like I have it all, but what′s it all worth?
I′m probably better in my afterlife.
I should cherish life, but this ain′t paradice.

[Chorus]
Oh no, this ain′t paradice
Oh no, this ain′t paradice
Oh no, this ain′t paradice
Oh, Oh, Ohh
This ain′t paradice
No, this ain′t paradice
This ain′t paradice

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I′m Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I′m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I′m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I′m Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Can′t see you Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And I′m, I′m Sitting High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Ain′t Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though I Ate
It Ain′t My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake
(Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
Imma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
Pick ′em up, fuck ′em Let ′Em Lay
Where I′m From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday
Thats, Uptown, throw a stack at ′Em
make a song about me, I′m Throwing Shots Back At ′Em
Ya bitch on my pipe, And She Like A crack addict
And She Saw Me Cooking Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My motorcycle loc′s

[bridge:]
Vroom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I′m Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I′m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I′m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[verse 2: Birdman]
98′s, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
A Hundred Stacks, Spend 50 On A Caddy, 25 On The Pinky,
Bought A Pound Of Blow And Bounced Back
Matchin grills, Big Houses On The Hill
Got Them Hoes In The Kitchen All Cooking paying bills
On Stunna Island, Dollar After Dollar
Flipping Chickens Getting Tickets want the money and the power
Born Stunna, Uptown Hunter
3rd ward g′s Nigga Been About Money
Ice chunks, Birdman Red monkeys
White Tees on them chromed out 11 hundreds
You know we shine Every Summer, We Grind Every Summer
And This Is How We Spend Money
You See Them Bentleys And Them Lambs′
Them Ounces And Them Grams, bitch we was born hustlas

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I′m Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I′m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I′m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must′ve Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Pair of Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Don′t Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say G′mornin To The Mail Man
What you Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Motherfucking Caravan
I′m In My Zone my form is So Rare Man
If there′s a throne, you′re looking at a chairman
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
I′m Still Balling, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I′ve Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
I am a Motorcycle Boy So I′m About to pop a wheelie

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I′m Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I′m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I′m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[x2:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money still a company And Bitch I′m The Boss

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

(featuring Big Tymers & TQ)

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Look right here, this how we gon do this
Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard
And we gon run this for you, ya heard?
Yeah, check it out

[Female]
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...
Cash Money...

[Lil Wayne]
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins
Hit the mall where my girlfriends dish out ends
Cause you know it ain′t trickin if you got it
Copped baby girl what she desired
It′s chump change ma, Marijuana skyler
Know′n what I got up in my styraphone cup - that purple stuff
It was given to me at birth, stunna
So that′s why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups

[Baby]
Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs
Cadillac Truck, 28′s, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens
Coach you in New York, y′all know who wins
It′s the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada
Slam back Coke Truck, no rims - can′t holla
It′s that Louie fitted on Ostrich streets
It′s the tell ′em man daddy, mami do you love me?

[Chorus: TQ]
Me, I′m a stunna
I ain′t gon change it
Don′t.. you.. know.. it′s a way of life?
Do you want it?
Cause I′m about to break it
Oh baby, can′t stop the stun, no, no

[Baby]
Pop one, pop two with the blue Nike shoes
Raw blue jag on ′em 22′s
White′s agree, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac Truck on ′em 23′s
I′m the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these, naked women that pop Champaign
And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name then you know my game

[Lil Wayne]
It′s Lil Whodi from the Hot Block where seris flow
Gotta get dough, cha′ll won′t feel me blow
But, y′all don′t hear me though
Til I′m rolling down my window where my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24′s
Word, rims poking out the side of the err
Glock heavy, rims poking out the side of your shirt
I′m a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so...
Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though
We smoke stinky stinky dro
And we don′t cop them incy wincy o′s
And we don′t stop, nah, we blow
Fuck the pink fo′
Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo
Birdman, my poss so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy

[Baby]
They think cause I stay English turn
That stunna don′t ever OC to burn
I go and eat slow and ball like a dog
Me and my niggs ball like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on the lawn
Ice in my teeth, all on my arm
Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Lil Wayne]
Tats in my face, my back and my arm

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]
Yo, there it is, ya lil low life
See, I′m a professional - you a rookie
Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy
That′s some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that
Who we rollin wit?
We rollin wit Cash Money
Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace!
I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property
Just a mind game
Piece of mind, ya know

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Lil Wayne]
Whaaat
You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
or dope and powder broke, and our sale′s soap and flour
And most of our customers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I distribute ki′s to the kings
and z′s to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have ′em
From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums
I′m the nigga they point to when you hit my av
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav′
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I′ma be right on the corner, wodie - I′m gonna grind

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I tell ′em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin′ on the block all the time
Sittin′ at the table, breakin′ ki′s down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon′ be mine
Nigga, I′m tryin′ to grind

I tell ′em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin′ on the block all the time
Sittin′ at the table, breakin′ ki′s down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon′ be mine
Nigga, I′m on the grind

[Lil Wayne]
Nigga, y′all gon′ respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin′ shots
I have your chest steamin′ hot, and your sis′ screamin′, "Stop!"
I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
On the corner ′til the mornin′, see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don′t beef long ′cause we gon′ creep all night
So I hope you don′t sleep all night - we on your street all night
Say, aw aw, I don′t want your boy to get me shoes
′cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every followin′ week
So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d
And I shower your streets until your av pass out
More bricks than the three of your pigs′ last damn house
Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
And issue work for half and just grab that south
For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin′ to shine
From daybreak to nightfall I′m gon′ grind

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Tell ′em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin′ on the block all the time
Sittin′ at the table, breakin′ ki′s down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon′ be mine
Nigga, I′m on the grind

I tell ′em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin′ on the block all the time
Sittin′ at the table, breakin′ ki′s down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon′ be mine
Nigga, I′m on the grind

[Lil Wayne]
I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki′s
Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
And I′ll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain′t got a bag to lose
Especially if I don′t like who sent ′em to me and I′ma tax a dude
Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour
I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss
Drought come around, then it′s jack the cost or jack the boss
Cock the gun, then I push rocks ′til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
I′m tryin′ to get rich ′cause I wan′ shine
You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time

[Hook-4x]
[Lil Wayne]
I tell ′em, "Whaaat!!"
You see me hustlin′ on the block all the time
Sittin′ at the table, breakin′ ki′s down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon′ be mine
Nigga, I′m on the grind

[Lil Wayne]
Look,

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Biznite... Biznite...
Nothing but it

I′m dippin′ in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys
Top off when the city′s windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy
I′m Iceburg nuttin but whenny all the way to my tinny
I′m hotter than a semi′ cause this girl she
and plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henney.
I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny
and aint no tellin how many she umm already been in.
We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin
Slowly the lights dimmin and I′m slippin on my jimmy
I′m feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin
I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme
I′m flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin
I′m hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me
And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin
She asked me for a kiss ah... .

[CHORUS]
Biznite is you trippin
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
What
Biznite is you trippin
He he he Wha..
You nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don′t even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa

I ride up in a Porshe Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada
I′m Iceberg (?? ??? ??)
I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla
I popped up by her mamas so her nigga wont know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor
She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda
I′m drivin to the (??) to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the"
I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro
It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper
I′m knockin out her brains
We got the car shakin′ and rocklin′
She asked me for a kiss ah...

[CHORUS]
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha..
Biznite whats your problem
Wha...
Biznite whats your problem
Wha...
You nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don′t even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa

there was this stoofy name was Lucy came up to me at the movies
said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute
and but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday
I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie
I knew she was a new from head to shoulder she was Gucci
And me I′m Iceburg Tom and Jerry Darryl Goofy
She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it
But lately she been (?? ??) just came from institution
I say that′s cool cuz I don′t really wanna have to shoot him
I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution
I scootin a run through straight to my house I wont be foolish
She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty
I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi.
She asked me for a kiss ah...

Biznite is you stupid
Biznite is you stupid
what
Biznite is you stupid
What he he he what
Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don′t even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out saying wha.. I aint the pa
you′re a sack chasin cock chasin biznite
Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite
cuz all I wanna do is hit it from... I don′t even wanna talk
if your baby come born with braids I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
no I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
nope I aint the pa
hell no I aint the pa
if your baby come out throwin up "W"′s I aint the pa nigga.
UMMMMM
UMMMMM

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Now the rules of the family has nothing to do with the outside world.

The outside world don′t count here this is an inner circle of our family, what we say goes.

Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us, if you′re with us you′re with us, and
that′s it, that′s the way it goes, there′s no such thing as an outsider comming in, we don′t let no
one in, we use all of them to do our dirty work, and they come in they do our dirty work and that′s
just the way it is. your Family is your life that′s what it is life and death.

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

Back the hell off
Fuck n roll Jesus with all my nails on
all I need is a blunt and a bail bond
and give these blind motherfuckers something to feel on
Rollin like a motherfucker put your wheels on
and lets roll down the hill til the hill gone
I started on the block but that something to build on
and how can I pray when I got nothing to kneel on

[Chorus:]
hey
The ground is gone
don’t look now but the ground is gone
I’m so high that the ground is gone
and I don’t even know which cloud I’m on
don’t look down but the ground is gone
don’t look down cause the ground is gone
right now I’m a million miles from home
and I’m so high that the ground is gone

Walk on air.. show me to the edge and I walk off there
We ain′t high enuff O′contraire, and sometimes life just dont compare
Say my name baby pull my hair, and Ima fuck you like a bull I swear
I gotta lot of love that I could just share
I gotta lot of drugs that I could just share!
I know I know (?), a nice lil mirror and a little white girl
Way at the top of the mountain... bouncing.
May I be everything but grounded!
I don′t ever wanna see the bottom the bottom
I just wanna float, float like Muhammed.
I don′t ever wanna see the bottom the bottom
I just wanna float...

[Bridge:]
Jump-Jump out a window
Lets-Lets-Lets jump off a building baby
Lets Jump-Jump out a window
Lets jump off a building baby
Jump-Jump out a window
Lets-Lets-Lets jump off a building baby
Lets Jump-Jump out a window
Lets jump off a building baby

[Chorus]
hey
The ground is gone
don’t look now but the ground is gone
I’m so high that the ground is gone
and I don’t even know which cloud I’m on
don’t look down but the ground is gone
don’t look down cause the ground is gone
right now I’m a million miles from home
and I’m so high that the ground is gone

I know a girl named Crystal her last name Ball
I look into her eyes and I can see it all
I see it when she cry, I’m there when she call
cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall
Kill′em all, die in the spirit of the war
thinkin what am i being spiritual for?
huh shit, cause aint no love die while America drink your blood
it ain′t no hurricane it ain′t no flood
this some other shit we ain′t no of
make that money yeah make that money!
then watch the goverment take that money
but we gon′ raise hell, motherfucker get well
laws get passed and economies fail
love, hate, emotion, compulsion, addiction, fiction, virgins
dixons, means, mixing, swinging , switching, swagging,
sweets, freets, faggots, flame, fashion, planes crashing... ground zero

Lets-Lets-Lets jump off a building baby
Lets Jump-Jump out a window-window
Lets jump off a building babyyy

hey
The ground is gone
don’t look now but the ground is gone
I’m so high that the ground is gone
and I don’t even know which cloud I’m on
don’t look down but the ground is gone
don’t look down cause the ground is gone
right now I’m a million miles from home
and I’m so high that the ground is gone

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Deluxe Edition]

[Chorus:]
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh [x2]

Yeah, now how ya like me now...

[Verse 1:]
Got the h** goin′ till 6
Press a button, watch the m*****f***er do tricks
I don′t know what you are on, but I′m on some new s****
While you′re b**** is on my d***, like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don′t have to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if I loose it
Straight out the clip, that′s how I spit like an oozey
You can′t find me ′cause I′m lost in the music
I′m runnin′ this and I can jump the hurdles
I feelin′ like I′m racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I′m like a turtle, when I sip the purple

[Chorus:]
And I smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and I ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

(chuckles) so how ya like me now...

[Verse 2:]
Buck 60 on the dash, I′mma do two
Captain Crunch, these n***as is Fruit Loops
That′s why your girl wanna f*** me and my group too
And I′mma make her back it up like "droop shoop"
I′m the Birdman Jr., I gotta do coups
I hop up out that m*****f***er, holler "suwoop"
Hollygrove 17, I′m from the zoo crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(F*** with me) I′m on that screw juice but I keep my s*** together, not a screw loose
Yeeaahh, word to my Gucc (Gucci) boots, I′m higher than a new suit

[Chorus:]
Till we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Now how ya like me now...

[Verse 3:]
Buck forty on a ring that I don′t really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the city fair
This s*** ain′t fair, I didn′t have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin′ like a polar bear
I′m so aware, I′m so prepared, I′m so fly I will take off into the open air
Lift off, Cristal, please, crackers with cheese
N***a please, we on J-E-Ts like Curtis Martin and whitley green
I′m... lightin′, lightin′, light the thing, light the thing, no Reggie man

[Chorus:]
You know I smoke that kush...
And I ball like swoosh [x2]

Now how ya like me now...

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya

[Verse 1]
Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop
I play em′ like pitty pat (shh)i′m kickin back (yeah)I′m gettin stacks, these bitches is really
rats
I fuck em and give em back (yeah) i really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really
wack
I hustle and bend my back
My muscle is in tact
My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS

[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya

[Verse 2]
I Come at You (shh), it′s somethin new, the color is smurf blue, im puffin that purple, believe it
if i talk it i walk like curse you
i get it like it is on the commercial
Verse 2,
this is Verse 2, it is worse too, i′ll mirk you, like i birth you
you niggas small bubbles, i′ll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, i′m like whateva my shit mean and obscene
now i been seen on alotta different scene, that mean i got alotta different creme

[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya

[Verse 3]
I raise mo fire to the man up higher, i lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads
hang to let him know that im a lion, represent the
jungle when the others just tryin, i represent my mother like baby stop cryin, i know my papa gone
but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are
lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2
or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you
can′t even find me, and i ain′t even hidin naw, i′m right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, i′m like
yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
i put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain′t nuthin but a prop fish..

[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....

@ Lil Wayne

Текст песни:

[Guitar solo]

Yeah!

[Verse 1:]
I loved her fancy underwear
I sit behind her every year
Waitin′ for the chance to get
To tell her I′m the one she should be with
Shes popular with all the guys
So innocent in my eye
I could see her in my life
she would′ve had the world if she were mine

[Bridge:]
But see she had other plans
I could not understand
Her and her stupid friends
Varsitys biggest fans
Never forget the day
She laughed and walked away
And I couldn′t stop her
I guess she had it all

[Chorus:]
She had it all figured out
But she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
Cause she didn′t think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is crying sittin outside of my door
She never know how
How everything could turn around

[Verse 2:]
They loved her fancy underwear
Every boyfriend every year
She tried to keep em entertained
When they can hardly remember her name
She did everything she could just to
To make him love and treat her good
She found herself alone
Asking herself where did she go wrong

[Bridge:]
She didn′t realize
She chased the type of guys
That don′t believe in ties
Trying to apologize
Never forget the day
She laughed and walked away
And I couldn′t stop her
I guess she had it all

[Chorus]
She had it all figured out
But she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
Cause she didn′t think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is crying sittin outside of my door
She never know how
How everything could turn around

[Guitar Solo]
Getup!

[Chorus:]
She had it all figured out
But she left me with a broken heart
Fucked around and turned me down
Cause she didn′t think I could play the part
But now the prom queen, the prom queen
Is crying sittin outside of my door
She never know how
How everything could turn around

(WOO)

@ Lil Wayne