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Lil Wayne - Gonorrhea

[Lil Wayne]
sound like my mic is right
ugh,
I am not a human
shout to all my moon men
Daddy call me tune
got them b-tches tuned in
its a crazy world so I stay in mine
and n-ggas don’t cross the line
n-ggas stay in line
like welfare I stay elsewhere
hotter than a devil, n-gga hell yeah
roc-a-bye baby, homocide baby
thats more tear drops call me cry baby
what you talkin’ bout tell it to my nine
cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I’m a young God, swagga un-flawed
b-tch Im in the building, you in the front yard
lifes a b-tch yeah, better yet a dumb broad
and I bet I can f-ck the World and make it cum hard
yeah you boys is washed up
and I’m sh-ttin on em like two girls and one cup
weezy baby aka bring the money home
pull out the AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
laugh now die later muthaf-cker
you’s a b-tch like zeta phi beta muthaf-cker

[Chorus]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, i wouldn’t wanna be ya
p-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
p-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, i wouldn’t wanna be ya
p-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
p-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea

[Lil Wayne]
Man I’m so tired of ballin I sleep a lot now
I’ll let my goons rush ya like Moscow
gon at ya eyebrow pow pow
man I ball hard even with 5 fouls
yeah we in this b-tch like tampon’s
dump ya in the woods now get ya camp on
choke hold around this b-tch cause I’m so hands on
I get so high polo sheets is what I lands on
back against the wall my two feet is what I stand on
diva in the room she blowin me just like a band horn
got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin’ on
now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, You can join
yeah, what y’all wanna do I’m all ears
smoking on that head band call that sh-t Paul Pearce
I’m just so ahead of my time like dog years
ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

[Chorus]

[Drake]
I aaaaaam, spending much more than I’m making on these cars and these vacations
is that too much information?
I just bought a Lambourghini, Im not even into racing
with a windshield full of tickets cuz I live right by the station
I aaaaam, tryna figure out why you so mad at me
yes I’m with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me
I be with the dread with the tattoo’s on his head
and a flag the colour red like a f-cking low battery (ok)
n-gga peep the sh-t I’m wylin’ on
I be with your baby momma you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam
big cheese big bread call that sh-t a calzone
I will break your f-cking collar bone
us agianst the World better pick which side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on
and we about to kill em C4 Mr Carters home.

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
we some asshole n-ggas call us diarrhea
the money keep growing yep
its gorwing like a chea
yeah, I call it how I see it
y’all some p-ssy ass n-ggas we should call ya gonorrhea
uh, you keep tlakin’ that sh-t I’mma see ya
kill ya senorita and and f-ck ya mama mia!

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:21

Lil Wayne - Drop The World

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I′m cursed so never mind
And it′s worse but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher, the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on mother fucker
Cause all this bullshit, it made me strong mother fucker

[Chorus:]
So I pick the world up and I′m a drop it on your fuckin′ head, yeahh!
Bitch, I′m a pick the world up and I′m a drop it on your fuckin′ head
And I could die now rebirth mother fucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Mother fucker I′m gone
Mother fucker I′m gone

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uhhhh!
I know what they don′t wanna tell you
Just hope you′re heaven sent, and you′re hell proof
I walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is the stain they can′t wipe off
Uhhh, my word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak and that′s a word from the wise
Serve to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside

[Chorus:]
So I could pick the world up and I′m a drop it on your fuckin′ head, ha ha yeahh!
Bitch, I′m a pick the world up and I′m a drop it on your fuckin′ head
And I could die now rebirth mother fucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Mother fucker I′m gone
Mother fucker I′m gone
I′m gone

[Verse 3: Eminem]
It hurts but I never show, this pain you′ll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I′ve become, my backs against the wall
When push come to shove I just stand up and scream ′Fuck them all′
Man it feels like these walls are closin′ in
This roof is cavin′ in, but it′s time to raise it then
Your days are numbered like pagers
And my book of rhymes got them crookin′ boy
This crooked mind of mine got them all shook
And scared to look in my eyes
I stole that fuckin′ clock, I took the time
And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up
And butt fucked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
Fuck this fame, that ain′t what I came to claim
But the game ain′t gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another I′m a make these fuckin′ haters believe it
I swear to God, won′t spare the rod
I′m a man of my word, so your fuckin′ heads better nod
Or I′m a fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me that pillow is where your head′ll lie
Permanently bitch, it′s beddy bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah prepare to die
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal, I′m unstoppable
Incredible hulk you′re trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin head′ll spin, dawg
I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives
I′ll fuckin′

[Chorus:]
Pick the world up and I′m a drop it on your fuckin′ head, yeahh!
Bitch, I′m a pick the world up and I′m a drop it on your fuckin′ head
And I could die now rebirth mother fucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Mother fucker I′m gone
Mother fucker I′m gone
I′m gone

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:16

Lil Wayne - My Life

{*Dogs barking, man panting then gasps, explosion and glass shatters*}

[Intro: The Game]
Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin shit
What you was gon′ do, kill me in my sleep you bitch-ass nigga?
{*dogs still barking*} Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!
Them fuckin dogs, barkin and shit (don′t shoot, don′t shoot)
{*gun cocks, BLAM*} Fuck you nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I′m grindin until I′m tired
Cause they said you ain′t grindin until you tired
So I′m grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find
A way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people
I′m just wonderin why you haven′t taken my life (my life, my life)
Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right)
My life (my life, my life)

[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, I′m from a +Windy City+, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn′s Jesus, shot for no fuckin reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (my life, my life)
Cause that′s Jesus people, and Game, he′s the equal
Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life)
I need some meditation, so I can lead my people
They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question ′fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus]

[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24′s spinnin? I earned ′em
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned ′em
So it ain′t no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since it ain′t no Proof, I′ll never walk through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (my life, my life)
Damn, I know his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., +No More Drama+ now
Livin the +Good Life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggaz could drop it out of town
Got a Cris′, call my estate, I′m never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

[Chorus]

[The Game] + (Lil Wayne)
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin chronic blunts
Listenin to the Chronic album, play it backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I′m from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
{Compton, Compton} Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life)
Ain′t no bars, but niggaz can′t escape the hood
It took so many of my niggaz, that I should hate the hood
But it′s real niggaz like me, that make the hood
Ridin slow in that Phantom just the way I should (my life, my life)
With the top back, in my Sox hat
I′m +Paid in Full+, the nigga Alpo couldn′t stop that
Even if they brought the nigga ′Pac back
I′ll still keep this motherfucker cocked back

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)
My life (my life, my life)

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:16

Lil Wayne - Oh No

[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]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:15

Lil Wayne - Lights, Camera, Action

[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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:14

Lil Wayne - Fly Out

[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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:13

Lil Wayne - Like Father, Like Son

[Chorus 2X]
There ain′t no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son

[Verse 1 - Birdman]

I′t filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on ′em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on ′em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we′ll be quick to
put
it on ′em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
that′s how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don′t borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And fuckin wit me homey you won′t like
You′ll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me ′bout these pussy niggas back in
the
80′s
Baby

[Chorus 2X]
There ain′t no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

Listen
Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna

[Birdman]

Yeah
I′m out here homey pitchin the game
And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that′s just how we rock
And I′ll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
Nigga

[Chorus 2X]
There ain′t no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son

[Lil′ Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]

Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin′
I..I say whisperin′ cause you niggas ain′t hollering about shit
Ho, Puss Ass Niggas

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]

Look,
Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
And we goin′ keep it movin′ even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls′ socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money′s cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don′t murk me
Huh
Lil′ Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street′s Bert′s face
Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
Uh
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
Nigga

[Chorus 2X]
There ain′t no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:13

Lil Wayne - Loyalty (Skit)

You Know While Your Mother Is Cooking The Macaronni Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You
Since Your Old Enough. You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About Cause
About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But
Before You Do That I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty, The Main Name Of This Game Is
Respect And Loyalty. Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business Everything Is With
Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To
Another And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me, My Hearts Broke
Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty, Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously
You Know I Dont Make My Money, I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And Uh
Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family And Since Your Of Age Now I
Think Its Time I

Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About. So The First Thing You Gotta Learn
Is The Name Respect, Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line, Once You Go Over
That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not. Thats When People Get
Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of
Respect. When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns,Everybody Eats Bread. Its All About Cash Money
Thats What Its All About Making The Money. So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your
Name, You Dont Forgets Your Roots. You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your
Capo Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To. You Never Ever Disrespect
Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay. And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:12

Lil Wayne - Family Rules (Skit)

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.

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:12

Lil Wayne - Make It Rain

O wwwwwwwww Scotti lets make it rain on these niggas

Lil Wayne

Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

Fat Joe

Cr Cr Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack
U hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, u seen how that metal
Im a Hustla’s Hustla, A Pusher’s Pusher
U a busta a custerma, I get u sum cooka
Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I’ll clap at ur reverend
I see u in NY, I’ll send u an invite, U gon need u a pass that’s the code that we live by.

Lil Wayne’s Chorus
Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

Fat Joe 2nd verse

O WWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap Gotta Make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap

Now why’s everybodi so mad at the south for
Change ur style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listenin(listenin), so I made him a anthem 2 make some divendens
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean ,This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple Bricks Stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro sippin that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now yup yup we get it, no advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin even when its Drownin

Lil Wayne Chorus
Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

Fat Joe 3rd verse

O wwwww mami’s bodi is bangin man she got it man she does it all
She gets it poppin with no hands I’ll make it pour
I’ll make it rain on em I’ll lay a game 2 em
I’m gassin misses to tattoo my name on em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me,xactly test this crack and want a ring on us
And U Kno what it is, yo its them powder kids
And we kno how 2 bizz, so we don’t give a shit.

Lil Wayne Chorus

Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I′m in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make It rain)
I make it rain on them hoes i make it rain,(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain(I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:11

Lil Wayne - 500 degreez

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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:11

Lil Wayne - Break Me Off

[Lil Wayne talking]
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged

[Verse 1:]
[Lil Wayne]
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick ′til the shit in her chest
You can piss on her brest
I like that shit
Project hoes like that dick, Don′t bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, Specialize in givin′ me deep throat
Really dont care how short how plump, short or thick
Give me head, Don′t care, Swallow cum don′t spit
Aww shit, I like them Jamicians and them Hatians
Niggas can′t take it when they shake an make me rape ′em
White girl′s I video tape ′em and they enjoy it
They love it when everybody saw it
Its off tha chain
High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brain
But watch them hoes who want the change
Its not a game
Or short cuban hoe, With a fat ass though
An I′ll keep the bitch just like Fidel Castro

[Chorus:]
[UnPlugged]
Tell me what you like
Let me tell you what I like
You goin′ on an breakin′ me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon′s jeans
Ain′t tryin′ to make a love scene
Truly I just want you to break me off

[Verse 2:]
[Lil Wanye]
Weezy the hottest
Drinkin′ Barcadi
I stream through the scene on a Lincon on Robbers
Lookin′ for the finest dime, To wine and dine
Later on I′m tryin′ to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, Slow ya ass down
Pick it up, Throw ya ass down
Now throw ya ass around
An scream me name
I can′t hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne)
A damn shame
Better watch that boy he nasty
I strap on a plastic
Break ya off like elastic
Put the dick in the middle, Make it wiggle for ya′ll
Might be small, But that dick ain′t little at all
I like a short thick broad, Fat ass an shit
Like Taso flip like Trina The Baddest Bitch
Matter of fact when I see her, Pull her Over like a cop
Juve coulda Backed It Up an I woulda Dropped It Like Its Hot
Ha Ha, Ya heard me
Ha Ha, Unplugged

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
[Mannie Fresh]
I like them big, round, yellow and brown
A bitch that take it from the back and make the (Ugh Ugh) sound
Now you can bounce, slide, drop, giddy up, giddy up
Now you can ride til you feel it hit a nut, hit a nut
Bounce for ya hood, Shake for ya baby daddy
Twerk for that nigga who got you pregnant in the Caddy
Slide with the KY, Hold up ???
My bitch got thong, You bitch got drawls
My chick like to swallow, Yo chick like to spit
If yo chick was my chick I′d still love that bitch
Hold up, Chill out, Wait a minute stop
My Ginseng, Viagra, and a Strawberry pop
See I′m feelin′ kinda bold, Why don′t ya bring a friend
From vigina to the asshole do it again
I want a yucky down misses bout whatever
Yo mama loved a Tymer, Now you welcome
You ok Lil mama and I love that chick
But deep down inside I just love me dick

[Chorus 4x]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:10

Lil Wayne - Gossip

I hate this,
And I don′t walkin around looking for it ya know
But yesterday it seems just wonder around till it found me you know like
Gossip found me
Then why don′t you try prove it
How?
You don′t know how to prove it,
Well what you just you do is..
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

Stop hatin on a n*gga that is a weak emotion
The lady of a n*gga
And You can get tip like you waitin on a n*gga
Put a body bag in the apron on a n*gga
I give my all behind the mic
But you could never see if you sit behind the light
You don′t have to pick me
To win the title fight
But I′m gonna win a championship belt so tight
And if I′m wrong there is no right
And if I′m wrong there is no white
I′m triin to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin po-lice
My flow is rare
There′s other rappers nice
These other rappers bark
Some other even bite
But I′m much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the light
You just might might wanna

Think it over, think it over, ooo think it over baby
Stop!

Stop analyzing
Criticizing
You should realize
What I am is ′n start epitomizing
Confident
Got the heart of the biggest lion
Confident like fuck em all
Pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick so sick its like my shit is dyin′
It rains a lot in my city
Cuz my city′s cry′s′
′cuz my cities dyin′′
But I emerge from all of that
I am a livin′ pioneer
Zion
Fear god not them
Steer my robbin′′ coupe through the streets to the booth

Then I leave a tub in the booth
I leave a blood bath
Sorry there′s a tub in the booth
Now where the drugs at
Like the strings on the shoe
No nigga fuck that
I′m twisted like the strings on a boot
Where new Orleans at?
I build hip hop store me like a bus pass
So in your possession
I must ask

Hey haven′t I been good to you tell me haven′t I been sweet to you

Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean
Cast away stones
I wont even blink
A gun is not a math problem
I wont even think
Just leave your dead like the mink under my sink
Don′t believe in me
Don′t believe me
I graduated from hungry
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I′m gonna need cheese if I′m makin′ a ziti
You niggas want beef
I want a steak and a weevy
Lost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga takin′ it easy
All about my paper bout my paper like easy
Why do rappers why do rappers lot a fans lot a rappers lot a rappers lie like that
Cut the mutha fuckin camera
Cut the check
Fuck your props

I AM hip hop

& i aint dead I′m alive.

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:10

Lil Wayne - Money On My Mind

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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:09

Lil Wayne - Biznite

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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:04

Lil Wayne - This Is The Carter

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Lil Wayne talking]
Ok I′m finally perfect, ya know
Yall already know what it is and if you don′t
Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you

[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter, a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

[Lil Wayne]
Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I′m hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle
Holla at a playa, I′m sorta like BD
Yall can′t stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don′t chase the feelin baby girl let it come to you
Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable
I′ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I got Lazy-Boy bank that′s comfort low
I′ma offense coordinator run the shoe
You watch your grill what you ought to do
Fore′ your ribs get barbecued
And my ribs is showin I say I′m starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c′mon

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
I′m the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch
I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing
And we could sssssshhhhhhhh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar′ picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off
If getting money is wrong I ain′t right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I′m the boss of my own shit, I′m my own click
I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
And yall better blame Baby
Cuz he the muthufucka that made me, and I′m crazy
And yall ask why I never left the navy
Cuz he the muthufucka that pay me, is you crazy
Young, young, young wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don′t wanna kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blockin cuz a nigga hood rich
And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy cuz I′m still on some hood shit
Like, like, like whats really good wit ya mom or your lil boy
And your sister lookin good shit, shit
I′m still Apple Eagle weasel
1-7 Hollygrove never ever ever leave you
I got yall waitin on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people

[Hook Repeat X2]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:03

Lil Wayne - Knockout

(feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Lil Wayne]
Uhh Yeahh Uh Ohh Yeahh
Hey Barbie, ah, ah, ah, are you into black men?
He-hey hey Barbie! I can be your black Ken
Wow! Cause′ once you go black, you never go back
She wore my hair black, with girls in the back
Then she threw that ass back, back, back
Then I fell to the Mat and after that
Everything went back!

[Chorus]
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell′em get the referee
Cause he can
Get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It′s emergency
Cause he can
Get the knockout
Get the knockout

[Lil Wayne]
Hey Barbie, can I call you Barbara? Haha
Hey Barbie, can I call you tomorrow and today?
Cause′ once you go black, you never go back
And once you go Wayne, everybody else is whack
She threw that ass back, back, back
Then I fell to the Mat and after that
Everything went back!

[Chorus]
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell′em get the referee
Cause he can
Get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It′s emergency
Cause he can
Get the knockout
Get the knockout

[Nicki Minaj]
Awe fuck it
Give me that damn bucket
Wh-when I throw this pussy
You better not start duckin
Oh yo
Head on with the blow
Lo-look out in the crowd
And everybody′s yellin no
Grab him by the locks
And give us a good box
The head of the below the belt
I wanna give him good tock
Tock, tock
Give him good tock
And if it below the belt
I wanna give him good tock
1, 2, 3
They yellin 1, 2, 3
I done hit him with that motherfuckin court piece
Tell′em, tell′em the mouth out
To late to cop out
Give him more head than toothpaste like I locked out

[Chorus]
Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell′em get the referee
Cause he can
Get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It′s emergency
Cause he can
Get the knockout
Get the knockout

[Lil Wayne]
So just knock me out
So just knock me out
Yea
Just knock me out
So just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:01

Lil Wayne - Carter II

[Intro]
So you made it this far, Heh
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don′t shoot
You know what this is?
Still The Carter 2 people x2
Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people
Hey yeah

[Lil Wayne]
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I′ll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I′m from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I′ll serve ′em a pot of it
I′m wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip
Don′t strip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear ′em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That′s Cash Money, honey pie
We ain′t runnin, we don′t hide sayin fuck the other side
Don′t get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I′ll put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I′m riding for them reperations, No patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don′t last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on ′em
Nah, I ain′t even in the school yearbook
I don′t do too much posin, got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I′m back like a brizeer hook
Bitch cheer, camoflauge gear, the hunter′s here
Better play it by ear, you ain′t nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it′s hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain′t nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got ′em by the collar, watch me drop ′em
On the head at the bottom
You ain′t gotta shoot ′em cause I already shot ′em
And I ain′t gotta get ′em cause I already got ′em

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:46:00

Lil Wayne - Receipt

[Intro]
It′s kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away

[Verse One]
young boy, I know you love me like you never loved
you know you couldnt find a better thug
and uh, you been peepin me since I was younger
so young that you even called me your little brother
but I′m all grown up now I got my own money
I′m married and divorced and my daughter is a woman
and guess what? my daughter want another
sister or a brother and you lookin like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
and you took another bitch husband
the other bitch wasnt doin shit for him
she say she did too much, I say she did nothin
she need to quit frontin
I havent hid nothin and you love everything
cant hide ya feelings, can′t let my pride conceal it
you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
and baby you can keep the change, but...

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt
to redeem your love, that′s exactly what I need
(It′s kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away) - 2X

[Verse Two]
Destiny Child CD, song number three
she cater to me till we fall asleep
then we wake up and we pick up where we started
then she make a nigga breakfast (?)
and she on stage waitin for me after my show
so no time for groupies, straight to the top flo′
fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel
then after an hour, she gon need another shower
I′m at home or in the coupe or in the office
or the streets or in the booth, thinkin bout you
and, most of the girls that come by are cute
and they try to holla but they all on mute
and, my old girls turn they face up at me
and, they thrown they purses and they make up at me
cuz you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
and baby you can keep the change but...

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3]
come home smellin food on the stove
she done cleaned the whole house
washed the dishes and the clothes
and we out we do it just how we supposed
look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls
Royce, choice of car dat we move
and she can (?) some time cause I′m always doin it
you hear them hallways we always doin it
work cut, always feel like the first one
perfect, when a nigga stressed off dat work shit
take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt
that′s why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game
and baby you can keep the change but...

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro]
It′s kinda hard sayin this shit to ya face
So I do it over snares and bass

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:58

Lil Wayne - Out The Pound

[Hook: Birdman]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin′ out the pound
In a brand new truck

Where ya at wit′ it?
Let′s go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches

[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon′ never get back
All the time, but it′s a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit′ a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo′ a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit′ the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo′ five fo′ a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon′ ride ′til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain′t nuttin′ changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit′ the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit′ them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil′ money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin′ now we all sayin′ somethin′
Mo′ money nigga, mo′ money nigga

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha′s up B-Town?
Wha′s up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit′ two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin′ rubber in these motherfuckin′ streets
Made man, ol′ head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol′ school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this ′cuz we stunnas
Ain′t nuttin′ changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo′ the numbas
Tha fo′ fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin′ cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won′t change nigga neva average
That′s why I′m livin′ this bitch so lavish

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin′ out the pound all day hustlin′
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin′
Shit
I′m in the club, hoez showin′ love
Nigga know we got it, that′s why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin′ shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin′ they ain′t ′bout it and them clips gon′ bust
I got stacks, that′s jus′ how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin′ all the time
Tryna get a mill′
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil′ more thinkin′
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin′
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin′
Neva fold
That′s what make me
Make the money
Don′t let it break ya

[Hook - 2X]

Yea
That′s what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil′ nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha′s up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can′t see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:58

Lil Wayne - Feel Me

(Woman)
So Lil Wayne, what′s your motivation?
(Wayne)
Is that really a question? Do you really have that written down in your notepad?
You should be ashamed of yourself. You smell me girl, I smell like money
See, that′s what they don′t understand, to me, it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman, Number One Stunna knowhatimean?
I′m Stunna Junior, and that′s all I know, that′s all I ever knew
Get money or get nuttin, knowhati′msayin?
And I feel that way, forreal

So hard I go, I keep pushin
The games so crazy, I′m in it like deep pussy
I got chips, I′m tryin to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hookie (YEA!)
Dwayne Carter absent, keep lookin
I′m present on the block, I′m a legend on the block (YEA!)
Ice so bright, like heaven on the watch
Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the waaatch (ugh)
So waaatch and see what I do
Breeze by ya so fast, gotcha sneezin, hachoo!
They got the shivers, man I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina!
Weezy F Baby, now the F is for Fema
Sick nigga, bitch I spit that leukemia (Bitch!)
Yea, no cure, no help
So me, so good, so hard, so felt, FEEL ME!

(Wayne)
And that′s just my point right there
that′s what I′m always tryin to stress, knowhati′msayin?
If you don′t understand me, if you don′t feel me
then you ain′t real, in my eyes
And that′s all that count to me, you know?
(Woman)
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America, or America period?
(Wayne)
I mean, I would say, the voice of the hood, cause that′s who I speak for
And myself, knowhatimean my family, that′s who I represent
My homies, my girl, my life, ya know?

Bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit
Gotta bang that wimp, and go and dump that bitch
You gotta go and claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You got aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like muthafuck them niggaz, what they wan do, I′m ready
Tethered camo, no homo, black Rambo
Fuckin wit the boy, baby that′s a gamble
If we were in Vegas, leave ′em on the crap table
I′m willin and I′m able to come and run up in ya stable
Like nobody make a sound, where the paper, where the paper?
Gotta get it, gotta have it once I got it, I′ma spend it
He′s back from doin any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday party
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is the roggies
If I ain′t say it right, fuck it, I ain′t foreign FEEL ME!

(Wayne)
Ya see, that′s where everybody get me wrong, knowhatimean
I got that heat rock, forreal
(Woman)
Why do you think that other rappers lack the impact of your music?
(Wayne)
That′s because they ain′t got that heat rock like me, knowhatimean?
They ain′t spittin like me, they spittin, but, knowhatimean, they ain′t got colds
I got the flu over here man, forreal, I need relief. Ya′ll help me, forreal
(laughing) I know y′all sick of me, cause I′m tired of y′all, forreal

And based on the bank, I′m doin much better than a lotta of these niggaz
I′m tired of these niggaz
Yawnin when I see em′, make me stretch and pull the burner
I′m cockin back and passin, they catch it ′em in they sternum
Ohhh ohhh, that gon prolly burn ya
That gon prolly learn ya, to never ever ever (What?)
Ever ever ever, come around here no more
Rich gangstas over here, you gotta die when ya broke BITCH!
I′m the God, I should ride wit the Pope
But the boy′s so hood, I just ride wit my ho (YEA!)
Yea, and tell about Hollygrove
Tell about my last show, tell about my last ho
You know, just born to mack
Call me Deion Sanders bring the corner back (YEA)
I′m in my prime, niggaz fallin back
That′s right, I′m comin baby, yea, hard as crack, FEEL ME!

That′s just what it is, if you don′t like my shit
then fuck you and your shit, man straight up
That′s how I was taught, that′s how I was brought up
that′s how I′ma go down man, forreal
Cash Money, Young Money in ya muffuckin throat bitch, swallow slow
Weezy F Baby, this interview is over, go to the next song...BITCH!

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:57

Lil Wayne - Jump Jiggy

We gone make ′em:

[Chorus 2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive

[Verse 1]
I tell ′em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot
You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky
And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin′
They think you need to stop they say it′s not called for
It′s such a small car for it cost more than a ballpark
See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling
My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing"
I′m tryin′ to see flying in a Lamborghini
Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini
Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man′s a weenie"
Plus I′m hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie
And I′m just a teenager and I make this dough
Pull out my bankroll and Bill Gates still broke
And I keep it on a hush but I′m richer than normal
And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin′ the carpet

[Chorus 2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive

(Verse 2)
You know, pistol on my side fully loaded
I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out
Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out
And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out
Nothin′ lil′ about the wheels on my bright orange drop
I′m thuggin′ and pimped out, flossin′ and glissed out
Sit my arm in warm water, I′m throwin′ my wrist out
Got quarters in this house, ki′s in that van,
Got ounces in her ride, and G′s in that bag
Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet
We gamblin′ nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet
Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that
I make ′em:

[Chorus 2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive

Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover
Just put TV′s and bump in the Rover
Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder
Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt
Wrists is ferocious, dick just bogus
Fuck a hoe watch she come back like a chorus
Life on Ann Deloris met her in a ???
She like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is
We really the ones controllin′, no choices
And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
Beefin′ ain′t fake, not to mention
all our rides are dubbed like blank tapes
I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin′ in common
Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin′
The shit is mind blowin′
As a matter of fact I got a bitch that′s mind blowin′
She give my head a blow job, I guess she′s mind blowin′

[Chorus 3 1/2x]
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:56

Lil Wayne - Cali Dro

(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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:55

Lil Wayne - Phone Home

We Are Not The Same I am a Martian [x2]
(Greetings from Planet Weezy)
(We will begin Transmition in)
(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

[Hook: x4]
Phone Home
Weezy

And if you feel like your the best
Then go head do the weezy wee

And
Phone Home
Weezy
Phone Home
Weezy

[Verse 1:]
We are not the same I am a martian
And I′m hotter than summer rain like cartoni
Lock load ready to aim at any target
I can get your brains for a bargain
Like I baught it
From target
Hiphop is my supermarket
Shoppin cart full of fake hip hop artist
I′m starvin soarin I gotta eat early
And I be back in the mornin

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
We are not the same I am an alien
Like gonzalez young college
Student who done
Jus flipped the game like huston
I′m use too
Promethazine and 2 cups
I′m screwed up
And ya ain′t shit if u ain′t never been screwed up
Flow so sick make u wanna throw ya food up
Ice water chest and my wrist like a pool cup
2 twin snipers I give ya ass a crew cut
I get bread like cold cuts
Ya know wat
Ya girl go down fast come up slow
But I never slow up
Weezeh

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
They don′t make em like me nomore
Matter fact they never made em like me b4
I′m rare like mr clean with hair
No brake lighs on my car rear
I never had lice and I never had fear
I rap like I done died and gone to heaven I swear
And yere I′m a bear
Like black and white hair
So I′m polar
And they can′t get on my syster cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the othARs... I mean others
I can eat them for super get in my spaceship and hover

[Hook]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:54

Lil Wayne - On The Grind

[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,

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:54

Lil Wayne - Army Gunz

(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]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:53

Lil Wayne - Lil One

[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That aint Baby
That is that nigga
Let′s go

[Baby]
Say Lil One
[Lil Wayne]
One Whats happenin′ with you big dog
[Baby]
Look I need to talk bout some serious shit
[Lil Wayne]
Like what?, Look I aint have nothin′ to do with killin′
[Baby]
Slow down, I′m talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
[Lil Wayne]
Well holla at me nigga, Talk to me, Let me know somethin′
Cause right now I′m tired of husltin, And these rocks aint doin′ nothin′
And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don′t hit a lick by next month I′m done with it
[Baby]
I understand, But you ain′t listenin′ you just talkin′
I said I could get you paid, Is you with that offer?
I know you see me comin′ thruogh everyday pimpin′
In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferari
[Lil Wayne]
Yea, But I like that Bentely
[Baby]
All thats cool shorty, You can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to ya bout this shipment I′m gettin′ in
[Lil Wayne]
I mean I′m sayin′ it sound good, I like that
[Baby]
What thats a blunt?
[Lil Wayne]
Yea
[Baby]
Light that, Nigga I′ll be right back
[Lil Wayne]
Aight cat, Don′t be playin′, This worth my while?
[Baby]
Lil daddy I play with hoes, Is you a hoe?
[Lil Wayne]
Nah
[Baby]
Say I got work, I need to flood it all over
I can′t do it all myself, So I need me a Lil solider
I been peepin′ ya Lil ass, I see you grindin′ an shit
[Lil Wayne]
I been peepin′ you to, Nigga I see you shinin′ an shit
An you don′t even know how long I been tryin′ to find me a brick
To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip
[Baby]
Fuck a whip, That could wait
You worry bout your cake
Once you make enough to play
Go buy a Z-28
[Lil Wayne]
A Z-28
Boy go head, Once I get change
I′mma go an cop me a Range or two platinum chains
[Baby]
Well look I ain′t fuckin′ with ya
You to young from the start
[Lil Wayne]
Man that aint even got anythnig to do with it
Its dedication and heart
[Baby]
Dedication and smarts
Don′t put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
[Lil Wayne]
Well correct me when I′m worng
And acknowlegde me when I′m right
[Baby]
Lil bitch, If ya hard head ass listen I might
[Lil Wayne]
B I′m all ears
[Baby]
Get yo ass in this car
[Lil Wayne]
Unlock the door
[Baby]
Its unlocked
[Lil Wayne]
Don′t holla at me
You ain′t my pa
[Baby]
Now stop playin′, Look I got a hundred bricks just came
50 ki′s of raw dope, and 50 bricks of cocaine
Pays 5 a piece
[Lil Wayne]
Every week
[Baby]
Just move it together
I′mma knock off my Lil section
You take care of ya area
[Lil Wayne]
Ughhh, Nigga I been waitin′ to be the Don round here
I′mma have Coke and Dope
Its gone be on round here
But how you want me to sell this
Zones, Quaters, Halfs, Ki′s
[Baby]
However they ask for it, Just give it to them Lil Weezy
[Lil Wayne]
I′m all for it cousin
I′mma get me a million
If power get between it I′mma split me a nigga
[Baby]
You better, But when I get you this shit nigga
Let them have it
I bet you be on the block workin′, Directin′ traffic
[Lil Wayne]
Like you park here, You park there, You meet me in the cuts
[Baby]
Say Lil One
[Lil Wayne]
Wassup?
[Baby]
We gone fuck it up
[Lil Wayne]
Nigga what?

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:52

Lil Wayne - Prom Queen

[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)

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:51

Lil Wayne - Beef

[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?

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:49

Lil Wayne - Realized

[Lil Wayne]
What?!
What?!!
Look-
Okay, let′s cut the crap
I′m straight gangsta - forget the rap
I only stick with that ′cause my ma don′t wan′ see me flip the crack
And I′m quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats who trippin′ at? - Point niggas out
′cause right now I′m full of that spinach that′ll knock Lennox out
The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump
I′m raised in the slum where the bad grow
Unlike no other, I′m real (??) like bag ′Bauds
I stash O′s in the drawers of my trash hoes
I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow
I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4
The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow
Is that so?

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I don′t think you realize what′s happenin′, dog
That lil′ boy′s ′bout to come ′round here blastin′ at y′all
If you don′t get the hell when he swervin′ by
That′s your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die

[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin′ with me?
I′ma strap up and slam his parent′s street
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep
I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree
I flash the piece at your lil′ woman and make her dance for me
Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y′all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank
What′s your kid gonna think?
Come home and find your wig in the sink
I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti
For fifty G′s I get ten ki′s and straight out weight it
I lock my area down - you can ask these boys
They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys
Never catch me (??) without them plastic toys
It get drastic, boy
Niggas that′s askin′ for it
Wheezy, nigga
It′s Wheezy, nigga
Who? Wheezy, nigga
It′s Wheezy, nigga

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I don′t think you realize what′s happenin′, dog
That lil′ boy′s ′bout to come ′round here blastin′ at y′all
And if you don′t get the hell when he swervin′ by
That′s your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die

[Lil Wayne]
I hope y′all niggas understand that I ain′t playin′ or jokin′
Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open
Leave a busta bandana smokin′ from hot hollows
Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes
Two pistols, desperado gun busta
Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya
Hung under them killers and duck the pigs
And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big
And, nigga, I don′t really care if I don′t sell a million quick
′cause right now I′ll quit and go and sell a million bricks
I sticks to what I love, and that′s the street
And stay away from what I hate, and that′s police
And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin′
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin′
When we all knowin′ that Wheezy have never been fake
The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face
Who is Wheezy, nigga?
Who is Wheezy, nigga?
Wheezy, nigga
Lil Wheezy, nigga

[Hook-2x]
[Lil Wayne]
Say, I don′t think you realize what′s happenin′, dog
That lil′ boy′s ′bout to come ′round here blastin′ at y′all

[Lil Wayne (talking)]
It′s Wheezy, nigga - Lil Wheezy, nigga
Don′t tangle it, nigga

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:47

Lil Wayne - Runnin

(feat. Shanell)

[Wayne:]
The loser microphone abuser
Feet hurtin I just walked from Jerusalem
So you should get on the side with the movement
I′m the proofs and I′ll die just to prove it
Whatcha wanna know? Anything whatever.
I can′t tell ya
I can show ya better
Me and my gun, we took an oath together
Said I will never die, if we both together
Yeah, this is my testification
I′m Wayne on their hands like presipatation
And in hell you, you need justification
But, but for me it was just a vacation

[Shanell:]
Somebody tell me when′s it gonna end
Where′s it gonna end up
Runnin [x5]
Run it all
When′s it gonna end
Where′s it gonna end up
Runnin [x3]
Run it all

[Shanell:]
I lost all my money
I lost half my mind
Can′t find my direction
Where′s the finish line
Could I be far away from it all
How far it gone
If I can stay for it all
Then I shouldn′t fall.

[Wayne:]
But if I fall I fall up
And let the clouds hug me
And if I fall down
I bet I hit the ground runnin
Bet you search and found nothing
Looking for the finish line
Stop short cuttin
You fucking up your finish time
Shit, but every twice in a while
It feels like I′m runnin
And life is the miles
Yeah, but until the lights dimmin down
I′ll be runnin around
Runnin [x3]

[Shanell:]
(Oh, will you tell...)
Somebody tell me when′s it gonna end
Where′s it gonna end up
Runnin [x5]
Run it all
When′s it gonna end
Where′s it gonna end up
Runnin [x3]
Run it all

[Shanell:]
Counting all my pennies but it doesn′t add up
At the mercy but somehow it ain′t enough
Reading all the red lights trying not to give up
But I don′t know how long it′s gonna last all

[Wayne:]
It′s almost over now
I say it′s almost over now
The end is gettin closer now
Better do what you suppose to cause
The world is all so short...

[Shanell:]
Somebody tell me when′s it gonna end
Where′s it gonna end up
Runnin [x5]
Run it all
When′s it gonna end
Where′s it gonna end up
Runnin [x3]
Run it all
When′s it gonna end
Where′s it gonna end
Runnin
Run it all

[Wayne:]
Yeah I′m runnin outta time
I′m runnin out of space
Fell like I′m runnin round
But I′m runnin in place
We all in the race
I′m just another sprinter
If there′s no finish line
Then who′s the real winna?

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:46

Lil Wayne - Single

[Lil Wayne]
uh, Camel shorts and bubble Kush,
we can talk she’d rather fuss,
this and that bout such and such,
damn where is the f-cking trust,
im tired of the hoop and holler’n,
Im bout to take the coupe to collins,
uh, then take a female to the Island,
uh then take her clothes off and do the honours,
yeah now she hearing with them other b-tches,
yeah, I told her mind her f-cking business,

sh-t she prol out here f-cking n-ggas,
im f-cking her friends now her friends aint even f-cking with her,
damn she text me all day and night,
so pissed off she aint even spelling sh-t right,
i text her back, tell her its life,
now somebody tell them hoes, I’m single for the night,

[Chorus]
yeah Im single,
n-gga had to cancel that b-tch like nino,
i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
and I’m single,
yeah Im single,
and Im single,
tonite Im single
and i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
tonite,

[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back,
im chilling but my swag on full attack,
and my girl acting like a brat,
so when she call, i don’t answer I just write her back,
she hate it when I do that sh-t,
and I when get home she go through my sh-t,
she call numbers back to see who that is,
man I hate it when she do that sh-t,

polo t-shirt, polo draws,
now make me take this polo off,
girl you can get broken off,
yeah I f-ck you for an hour than I smoke it off,
swimming trunks and bathing suits,
they go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth,
dont wanna fuss, aint tryna fight,
man somebody tell em hoes I’m single for the night,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Uhh, now she got on her f-ck em dress,
and I got on my double breast,
uh, and he been fussing all day with her,
and I make her feel special like a place kicker,
she wanna be weezy f baby sitter,
say she wish she could cut my d-ck off and take it with her,
I say h

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:45

Lil Wayne - Only Way

[Baby talking to Wayne]
Ay Wayne
I know this bullshit that I′m hearing ain′t true right
Ya feel me
These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
But you know what fuck a nigga
We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full

[Chorus: Baby]
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The only way we live it only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
The only way we get it only way we know to get it
Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga

[Verse 1]
Well I′m a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
It ain′t coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain′t fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
There ain′t nothing to see because I′m not in yo vision
On and I′m gone get fed up one day
Put lead up in the K
Come and hit up where ya stay so
Baby momma betta get up out the way
Cause the bullet got no heart
And the trigger man crazy
Little man if a bigger man jumps through
Then I′m in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
But if you ain′t in them cuts or on them benches
Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
So off the tempo no pad or pencil
Well let me go back to what men do
Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22′s Bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
Demand my cheese
Fuck you pay me
And I can′t stop
Please, what you crazy?
Man I′m a get it like the man on the chorus
Got my hand on a fortune
Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
And tell the cops I murder the infoer
Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell ′em get low
I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
Nigga you ain′t scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
And he ain′t got to his son a shoot ya blah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
True true, and we just passed the truth
Passin through the streets of the murder capital
Where you think ya own brothers after you
So you ain′t got no other brother after you
Dont let the boys in blue capture you
Cause they got pictures of me at it too
Its all fucked up
Bossman weezy get y′all touched up
Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
The congregation know I come with nothing
But leave with everything, I ain′t come for nothing
And the choir know I come with money
And y′all know I′m Stunnas youngin like dat bitch

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:43

Lil Wayne - Fireman

[Chorus]
I′m the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I′m hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I′ma put you out
You can spark it up and I′ma put you out

[Verse 1]
Ain′t nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don′t even need a Jeep pass I′m pass that
I′m passing em out now and you can′t help that
And my chain Toucan Sam
That tropical colors you can′t match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don′t be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can′t wear that why that′s where my cash at
I put my mack down that′s where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I′ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember he name
It′s Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I′m the fireman
You hear the firetruck

[Chorus]
I′m the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I′m hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I′ma put you out
You can spark it up and I′ma put you out

Fresh on campus it′s the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some walk wounds
I′m hot but the car cool
She wet that′s a carpool
Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp views
Don′t snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya girlfriend is old news
Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
Now watch it melt don′t burn ya self

[Chorus]
I′m the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I′m hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I′ma put you out
You can spark it up and I′ma put you out

Ridin′ by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180
Half of the game too lazy
Still sleepin′ on me but I′m bout to wake em
Yep! I′m bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
Yeah it′s hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when they can and I′m ballin′ by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
Yall in a race and me I′m at the finish line
They running foot too long it′s time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney and ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime

[Chorus]
I′m the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I′m hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I′ma put you out

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:43

Lil Wayne - Bring It Back

(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle class,
Upper class,
High class, all dat,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly people and twerkers

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
Well, I′m fly as son of a gun a son
Of a Stunna, (yep)
High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no)
Weezy F da reverend preach about me I′m da god 1-7 apple and E
I′m da Cash Money Makaveli
Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty,
Ya′ll just petty
82′ I was born ready,
I′m too ready,
Ya′ll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I′m too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20 inch shoes,
Ohh me and you got plenty to do,
I don′t need no pool I′m swimmin in you,
And I sleep with da sharks,
Shorty on da water water,
And I be ma 840 mama,
Shake sumfin fo′ me,
And it dont make sense if it don′t make dat money,
Ima take dat money,...

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]
I take off my brim,
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)
Frontin roun′ here will get ya back dropped off,
We do our own thing
We dont act like yall
I say black white walls wit da back wiped off
Ah, ya′ll lil′ bustas just a tax write off
I′m a stand up guy, not da type dat
Fall
We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line,
If you can′t boy, read ma nine,
I′m goin hard in da black white diesel time,
Either I′m da illest cat doin′ it or these cats is losin it
I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it,
Ball barrer is movin it,
Dead float I′m through with it
I′m da SHH,
Na, na, I′m sewerage
Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!!

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]
I′m old school gangsta,
I act like 80,
I look like Cita but act like Baby
You play with me I′ll react like da Navy,
Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon′ need dem fo′ me
And ya head is a beepin′ target,
You don′t want me to see you with my peekin′ tourmis,
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans,
Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets
Country boy there′s sumfin foreign,
Bout a hundred thousand
More than what your in
Your not BOUT IT, y
Ou freeze up like popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle
Original HOT BIZZLE,
Still Lil′ Wanye but da dividends not LIL,
Yeah, don′t be suprised how da chrome feel,
Uhh get down, uhh get down,
Man I′m gettin frustrated

[Mannie Fresh]
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne talking]
Uhh, da best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,
(uhh yeh yeh yeh)
Da best rapper alive,

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:42

Lil Wayne - Ground Zero

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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:42

Lil Wayne - Way Of Life

(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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:41

Lil Wayne - A Milli

[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

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:41

Lil Wayne - Lollipop

(Ow...Uh Huh...Young Mula Baby!)

[ She say he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper
So i letta lick the rapper ]

Shawty say i lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say i lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say I ..... like a lollipop

CHORUS:
Shawty wanna thug
bottles in the club
shawty wanna hump
and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
( Repeat 2x )

[Verse 1:Lil Wayne]
Okay, lil mama had a swag like mine
even wear her hair down her back like mine
i make her feel right when its wrong like lyin
Man, she ain never had a love like mine
n′ man i aint never seen a ass like hers
and that pussy in my mouth had me at a loss fo words
told her to back it up like erp erp
and make that ass jump like shczerp shczerp
and thats when she said i lo-lo-look like a lollipop
( oh yeah i like that )
she said i lo-lo-look like a lollipop
( oh yeah i like that )
she said i lo-lo-look like a lollipop
( oh yeah i like that )
shawty i lo-lo-lookin like a lollipop
( oh yeah i like that )

CHORUS:
Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah i like that )
bottles in the club( oh yeah i like that )
shawty wanna hump( oh yeah i like that )
and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
( Repeat 2x )

Verse 2:
Shawty said the nigga that she with aint shit
Shawty said the nigga that she with aint this
Shawty said the nigga that she with cant hit
And shawty ima hit it(hit it) like i cant miss
And i cant do this
and i dont do that
shawty needa a refund needa bring that nigga back
this trypa refund;i tell her bring that ass back
and she bring that ass back (she bring that ass back)

CHORUS:
Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah i like that )
bottles in the club( oh yeah i like that )
Shawty say i lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say i lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
Wanna lick the rapper
So i letta lick the rapper
Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah i like that )
bottles in the club( oh yeah i like that )
shawty wanna hump( oh yeah i like that )
and ooo i like to touch ya lovely lady lumps
( Repeat 2x )

Call me so i can make it juicy for ya
call me so i can do it juicy for ya
Call me so i can make it juicy for ya
call me so i can do it juicy for ya
Call me so i can make it juicy for ya
call me so i can do it juicy for ya
Call me so i can make it juicy for ya
call me so i can do it juicy for ya
CHORUS:
Shawty wanna thug( oh yeah i like that )
bottles in the club( oh yeah i like that )

I get her on top she drop it like it hot
and when im on the bottom she hit the very bottom
then we in the bed givin gettin head ( givin gettin hed givin gettin head )
Call me so i can make it juicy for ya
call me so i can do it juicy for ya
Call me so i can make it juicy for ya
call me so i can do it juicy for ya
Call me so i can make it juicy for ya
call me so i can do it juicy for ya

Shawty say i lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
She say i lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-look like a lollipop
Wanna lick the rapper
So i letta lick the rapper

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:40

Lil Wayne - Da Da Da

Damn it (Damn girl)
You know you got it going on
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a body guard,
Well I can be your Bobby
Ohh your only tenderoni
Let me beam you up like Scottie
I got Whitney so just enough for everybody in this party, girl

[Chorus:]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da [x4]

Yeah, I know you want me
Yeah, give me that monkey
Yeah, that funky monkey
Yeah, that funky monkey
Bass

[Chorus 2:]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da [x2]
You know, you know [x2]

Yep, I’m in like flea, Benjamin Franklin my twin
Yah, If she can’t swim, I gotcha girl sinkin in my Benz.
Backstroke, backstroke, Like Michael Phelps with my backstroke.
Break her off till her back broke, I leave her numb like crack folk.
Then I get to the money, Monday through Sunday. Anxiously like Honey Dew honey.
Menage A watch Honey do Honey and den they do me and I’m glad they done it.
Yah. Im wit D-R-E the n-gga that make beats wit that nigga C-O-O-L. Cool.
We so mother fuckin’ cool-er than you.

[Chorus]

Damn it (Damn girl)
You know you got it going on
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a body guard,
But I′m your Kevin Costner
And I will be your boss, girl
I′ll pull up a banker shorty
Outside and now they just wanna watch her

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:39

Lil Wayne - Shooter

f/ Robin Thicke

[Lil Wayne]
Yea, yea, yea
Weezy baby y′all, don′t get shot
Rappin′ fire, what you know about it
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel

[Robin Thicke]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin′ at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I′m your shooter, shooter, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter (2x)

[Lil Wayne]
I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can′t do it (2x)

So many doubt ′cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I′ma play x-ray, helpin′ y′all see the fake
I′m just tryin′ to be the great, tryin′ to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don′t listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin′, pow

[Robin Thicke] + (Lil Wayne)
With all these riches and, all these riches
But ain′t no loaners around
They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that
Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter

Put my hands up
They want me with my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter

[Lil Wayne] + (Robin Thicke)
But I′m not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter)

And to the radio stations, I′m tired o′ being patient
Stop bein′ rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It′s outrageous, you don′t know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern face it
If we too simple then y′all don′t get the basics

[Robin Thicke]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said "Bitch is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it
I′m your, shooter

My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, Shooter (2x)

[Lil Wayne] + (Robin Thicke)
Me won′t surrender, me no pretender

Sock soakin′ wet I been runnin′ y′all
I reload, every hundred yards I′m comin′ forward
Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, for, I′m some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how
And, my reply was simply pow!

Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender
(Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) (2x)

No, me won′t surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:39

Lil Wayne - Tie My Hands

(feat. Robin Thicke)

[Robin Thicke:]
We are at war
With the universe
The sky is falling
And the only thing that can save us now
Is sensetivity and compassion
(Da da da dadada da da da)
But I know one thing is for sure
I′m a get my kicks before it all burns down

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah some say tragedies is hard to get over
But sometimes that tragedy means it′s over
Solider from the academy legal frolers
I deny being down though they seen the holers
My shoulders is strong I prove them wrong
I ain′t doing nothing but moving on let the truth be known
But they talk that freedom matters and didn′t even leave a latter.
Damn

[Robin Thicke:]
I work at the corner store we all got problems problems.
Who was gon fight alone noones gonna save us now
How you feel yur not a lone were all jus jealous jealous
We don′t reach the sky no more we jus kant over come.
Just tie my hands what are we gonna be what have I done so bad...
What is my destiny. You tie my hands what am I pose to see
Whatever I don′t surpass. What am I gonna b

[Lil Wayne:]
I knock on the door hope isnt home faiths not around the luck so gone.
Don′t ask me what′s wrgong. Ask me what′s right and I′m a tell you what′s life
And did you know I lost everything but I ant the only one
First came the hurricane then the morning sun
Excuse me if I′m on one and don′t tripp if I lite one I walk a tight one
They try tell me keep my eyes open my whole city under water some ppl still floating
And they wonder why black ppl still voting kas yur president still chokin
Take away the football team the basketball team now all we got is me to represent New Orleans.
No governor no help from the mayor jus a steady beatin heart and a wish an a prayer. Let′s pray

[Robin Thicke:]
These friends they come and go but I got family. Family
Thes kids so fast they grow they learn so quickly now
That there′s no where to go that there′s no future future.
Don′t make the sin so low and we kant over come now.
Tie my heands what are we gonna be what have I done so bad...
What is my destiny. Tell you tie my hands what am I pose to see
Whatever I don′t surpass. What am I gonna b

[Lil Wayne:]
And if you come from under that water then that′s fresh air
Just breathe baby Gods got a blessing to spare
Yes I know the presses is so much stress but it′s the progress that feels the best
Kas I came from the projects strate to success and you′re next so try
They kant steal your pride it′s inside. Then find it and kepp on grinding
Kas in every dark cloud there′s a silver lining I know.

[spoken:]
Yeh yeah yeah. See right now we jus ridin on love a shinin dark
We ain′t tryna do nothing be at the heart.
We need love, that′s all now

[Robin Thicke:]
Love will come, tie my heands what are we gonna be what have I done so bad...
What is my destiny. Tell you tie my hands what am I pose to see
Whatever I don′t surpass. What am I gonna b

[spoken: Lil Wayne]
Born right here in the usa but due to tragdey looked on by the wole world as a refuge
So accept my emotion don′t take it as an offensieve gestture
It′s just the epitomy of my soul and I must b me
But got spirt ya′ll. We got spirit we got sould ya′ll.
We got soul they dnt want us to see but we already know

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:37

Lil Wayne - Dont Get It

Baby understand me now
If sometimes you see that I′m mad
Don′t you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I′m just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don′t let me be misunderstood

Misunderstood ain′t gotta be explained
But you don′t understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swang
He had hair like wool, like wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, hail mary no tale fairy
All real very, extraordinary
Perry mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I′m a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never?
F**king fantastic, f**k if you agree
But I don′t give a f**k if you see me

I′m just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don′t let me be misunderstood

What′s understood ain′t gotta be explained
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For 8 and a half months I gave ms. cit da pain
Now it′s young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f**k em and we the same
So hello mothaf**ka you got some sheets to change
And ain′t it funny how people change like easter sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky rings but that ain′t about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my french emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it′s the new fashion
What are you asking, if I don′t have the answer
It′s probably on the web, like I′m a damn tarantula
But I know you don′t understand, cause you thought lil wayne is weezy
But weezy is dwayne

I′m just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don′t let me be misunderstood

I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy up there talking about black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? america
You see one in every 100 americans are locked up
One in every 9 black americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothaf**ka to jail
A young mothaf**ka to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers, you know crack/cocaine stuff like that
Meaning due to the laws we have on crack/cocaine and regular cocaine
Police are only, I don′t want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And you know the other thing is mostly found in you know where I′m going
But why bring a mothaf**ka to jail if it′s not gon stand up in court
Cause this drug ain′t that drug, you know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that
I guess it′s all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, you know us young mothaf**kas you know that 1 in 9
We probably only selling the crack cocaine because we in the hood
And it′s not like in the suburbs, we don′t have what you have
Why? I really don′t wanna know the answer
I guess we just misunderstood hunh
You know we don′t have room in the jail now for the real mothaf**kas, the real criminals
Sex offenders, rapists serial killers
Don′t get scared, don′t get scared

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:36

Lil Wayne - La La

(feat. Brisco and Busta Rhymes)

Da... Da... Da... David... Banner

La, la la la, la, la la la la [x4]

(Uh!)
Sittin′ in a Caddy, bright like Batty
Floatin′ up the aisle like a bride and her Daddy
Hip-Hop attic, hip-hop at it
Man I swear I′m on top like the attic
Yea bitch I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries
Fuck we, I′m all about my oui like Paris
Hilton, presidential suite already
I′m richer than Nicole and I′m a Lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I′m a savage like no one be a Randy
Oscar De LaHoya, box ya like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin′
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
But I ain′t tellin′ jokes... apparently
A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain′t ′bout to die
See y′all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain′t never heard me cry
I′m richer than all y′all I got a bank full of pride

Ow, started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′
Nigga I′m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′
Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′ [x2]
Nigga I′m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette

My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hersey′s
I′m hyper, something like a piston
And when I′m in Detroit I be ballin′ like a Piston
Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher den gas prices, you Las Vegas trinket
I′m ridin′ on the park in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle′s caviar (yeah!)
Weezy I′m sick from all this tourin′
You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah)
And I vow I never trust another woman (′nother woman)
In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)

Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′
Nigga I′m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′
Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′ [x2]
Nigga I′m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette

See I ain′t goin′ no where bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money fuckin′ retarded, called itdown syndrome money
My case sick shit, they diagnose sickle cell brain
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle down into all the niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass
They movin′ on a nigga as I′m walkin′ the valley, ready?
And Zulu with the cameras like I′m dickin′ down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you nigga′s can′t believe
Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can′t conceive
Like interactin′ with women, on caliber of Janet
I sit and mater my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you nigga′s know just what it is
While I′m countin′ my paper nigga′s know I′m handlin′ my biz

Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′
Nigga I′m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′
Started out hustlin′, ended up ballin′ [x2]
Nigga I′m the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:35

KMFDM - R.U.OK?

That′s fine with me
Don′t think I care
Do what you want
As you see fit
That′s quite alright
It′s all okay
Just be yourself
That′s fine with me

For a second you might wonder if it′s real

If that′s alright
Just say okay
If that felt good
Let′s go again

For a moment you might question what you see
For a second your whole world will disappear

This is mindcontrol and you know it
This will shut you up and you know it

What′s wrong with you
R.U.OK?
Are you you still here
Don′t slip away
Just breathe in deep
And stay awake
Don′t close your eyes...

That′s all you get
It′s all you need...

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:17

KMFDM - Die Now Live Later (Born Again Mix)

The cross of Christ
Divides between
The lost and the saved

Under Satan
Under Christ
The sinner has no hope
The sinner has no peace
The sinner has no God
The sinner has no Christ

How shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation
You must be born again

Die now - live later

Under Satan
Under Christ
Which road are you walking
How and where are you

You must be born again

Die now - live later

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:16

KMFDM - Leibesleid (Infingement Mix)

Wenn ich also sterben muss
will ich mich erhГ¤ngen in deinem schwarzen haar
und wenn ich also sterben muss
so will ich ersticken an deinen sГјssen brГјsten
und wenn ich also sterben muss
so will ich erblinden durch deine braunen augen
und wenn ich also sterben muss
so will ich meine vene an deinen lippen ritzen

ich habe immer noch nichts dazugelernt
meine hГ¤nde in fesseln
das hirn- ein loch in der wand
ein loch in der wand

was soll′s
ich werde niemals sterben

und wenn ich also sterben muss
so will ich verhungern in deinem schoss
und wenn ich also sterben muss
so will ich mich verbrennen vor deinem bett
und wenn ich also sterben muss
so will ich ersaufen in deiner glut
und wenn ich also sterben muss
so will ich vergiften an deinem blut
und wenn ich also sterben muss
soll ich verglГјhen von deinem kuss
und wenn ich dann gestorben bin
begrabe mich an deinem herzen
an deinem herzen

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:16

KMFDM - Bullets, Bombs and Bigotry

One for hatred two for hell
Three for the lowest high that you sell
Gotta four for a try but don′t stop the lie
Five for the piss and poke in your eye
Six for the silver that you wrench
Seven for the gold that′ll never quench
Eight and nine for the thirsty fly
And ten for the one who drinks ′til I die

I must recieve and i′ll believe
Come on trust in me
With all my greed give to those in need
Come on lust with me
I will be t rue but shall deceive
Come on lie with me
My little pill my guilty thrill
Come on die with me

Sin sex sodomy
Time to end this parody
Terror torture tyranny
The carcass of democracy
Power pills poverty
Victors rewrite history
Bullets bombs & bigotry
Brace yourself for world war three

This testament to the truest torture
Beg for release from the lie that I bought you
You started high your endings nigh
Get it hard for the lord of lard
I′m a vacuous and a callous whore
Bend right over and beg for more
A lie for a lie and a noose for a noose
Don′t complicate yourself with the truth

I′m designing i′m the master
Keep on waiting as I die of laughter
Get on down covered in fleas
I screw best in twos and threes
The teasing pleasing little thrill
The twisted knife that begs to kill
Wistful thinking and whiskey drinking
It all makes sense when your fists are thinking

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:15

KMFDM - Auf Wiederseh′n

Alt und müde
Fett und kahl
Ausgesetzt im jammertal
Dumpf und trübe
Hohl und leer
Aus dir wird ganz bestimmt nicht mehr

Nimmermehr

Schwach und grau
Der blanke hohn
Scher dich fort
Du stinkst ja schon
Ab der lack
Aus der traum
Schall und rauch
Das nackte grauen

Aber ich
But I
Ich bleib nicht stehen
Will never stop
Es muss weitergehen
It must go on
Auf wiederseh′n!
Aber ich

But I
Ich bleib nicht stehen
Will never stop
Es muss weitergehen
Not for you
Auf wiederseh′n!

Die letzte fahrt für′s alte wrack
Aus der traum und
Ab der lack
Schluss vorbei
Die luft ist raus,br. Spiel zu ende
Ofen aus

Dreckschleuder
Rattenfänger
Ausrangiert
Abgeschossen
Durchgeknallt
Abserviert
Umgestürzt
Eingesackt
Angeschmiert
Abgekackt
Abgekürzt
Abgefuckt
Und ausradiert

Ab der lack
Aus der traum
Schall und rauch
Das nackte grauen
Schluss vorbei
Die luft ist raus
Spiel zu ende
Ofen aus

Schatten deiner selbst
Lügenverschwörung
Gift und schnaps
Und selbst zerströrung
Ausradiert
Verlorene zeit
Folterqual in ewigkeit

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:15

KMFDM - Every Day′s A Good Day

The biggest mistake was to let you near me
I′m speaking to you but you won′t ever hear me
Close to the touch but aeons away
On a distant planet on another day

I thought we were even I hoped it was cool
Your guilty pleasures made you a fool
I extended it all but you turned it to dreck
You keep trashing my name and stabbing my back

I shall not be terrorized
You will pay for all those lies

And every day′s a good day to die
Fucka, fucka, die, mutha fucka, bye-bye

A spewing volcano of distortion and hate
You plead and beg me to spare your fate
You evoke our friendship and the days of old
But I know a dish that′s best served cold

The gleaming blade a muffled cry
You won′t live to testify

I gave you it all
I let you perform
You sowed the wind now you′ll reap the storm
In the coldest blood steady-handed
I take no prisoners the eagle has landed

IDIOT!

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 21:45:15