Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"California Love"
(feat. Tyga)

"California Love"
(feat. Tyga)



We met at city walk, universal studio
Uhh so beautiful
Truly cold
Shawty need a movie role
I am not an actor but I'm stickin to the script
Tony Montana had me stickin to da plimp
But now I got an actress stickin to my hip
And she hit with me with her
You can roll the credits.
Shawty is my fetish.
And you know I like em redish and shawty is redish
U kno I like em fine and shawty is da last number on my dial
Speedin like a cop behind me
Tryna catch up with this girl like sum 57 heinz
And u deserve lobster mami
So how bout I make reservations at crustaceans for 9?
Table for two
Just me and you
Some drinks and some food
Couple yeah I kno's couple of jokes
Uh couple plies uh couple girl I kno lour lines.
Cup of patron
Cup of Dom
Perignon
Cup of hound
Cup of mounz
Cup of groundz
Cup of groun
And we hit our cup of lawn and her goodies so good I can't make a bad sound
And her pussy so good wish I could wear it for cologne
And her pussy so wet I wish I slip and break my neck
And I take her to Rodeo
She shopped all day-o
And I fucked her hollywood ass like she was from LA-o
I wish dey could be california girls (California ca ca california)
Man I wish dey could be california girls (California ca ca california)

She my california love
My california love
Dat girl my california love

Uhh but shawty got da nerve though
Cause now she tellin me to stop
Now she said she wanna stop
Now I'm callin one stop: where da purple? like where da purple?
And my mamma said nerver hurt a woman but, wat if dat woman hurt me?
And dey say love is priceless but right now is dirt cheap
And we say we will fight dis until round 13 but jus like Mike Tyson we were not a sure thing.
We were only bitin on a dream in dat boxin ring and in dat boxes it's a ring... a ring
Now can somebody call dat thing and tell her shawty give me back my ring
Shawty give me back my ring... and dat one thing
And now I wish dey all...
I wish dey all could b california girls
Cus she was my California love
My California love
My California love
My California love
Da girl was my California love

[Tyga:]
Uhhh my caliz consist from Compton to da valley
Uh few statillion and rancho cucamonga
So run does they say waitin patiently like a drumroll
From my area codes got em all from 213, 310, 32330
I got a bad one up in carson soon as we met her heart strung
She gorgeous
I'm fallen
Can't fall though, never been my morals
Just plenty oral
I'm yung though so before we start get ready to bounce like a 64
Yo wats yo info? sexy text me like usin a pencil and your friends been know
I'm real gd yung money baby no rental
But before it all end (oh)
Just remember:
I'm that (oh)
You exited on
Just tell your friend who enter

 

[fox69]

"Can't Stop, Won't Stop"
(feat. Nikki Minaj)

"Can't Stop, Won't Stop"
(feat. Nikki Minaj)



Goodmorning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This is Young Money...Nikki Minage

[Nikki:]
They dont make us to break us no im with tha bakers,
Im gettin bread wit Dread up in Jamaica,
Its them young stunnas,
Nikk and Lil Weezy,
Nikk-Im the chick that go get it like Jeezy,
Fallback cause I do this here,
Step ya bars up or ur through this year,
Yup, its onli right that the whole blocks there,
Hopped out the air in the blue and white layer,
Im here, Im lit, Long hair-Dont care,
Steady starin at my ear, cause my ear on glare,
Now its now hard to find me,
Top behind me,
You be Harry Potter, and I'll be Hermione,
Il be early,
Im girl the girl they,
Call the 1 like im my first birthday,
Im in that range rov,
Honkin that Kango,
That pussy red cause it tastes like Mango,

[Hook]

[Wayne:]
YA..dig
So i guess its my turn, and imma go at niggas heads like sideburns,
Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn,
Big light, green buds, is what I burn,
Nikki since ive been rappin, this is what ive learned,
All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm,
And i knock this shit out like Tom Hearns,
If it aint abou money, Me no concern,
A paper chaser till my thigh burn,
And never give a bitch, what ive earned,
Fuck i look like?,
Im lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right,
And if not, then left foot right,
Foot get tha steppin, Yeah bitch walk like..
And my hoes talk like "HssHswAsh"
And i just say "Right",
We don't fuss fight,
She is just..just....just right,

[Hook]

Ya Diggggggggg!?

Im on tour till my moneys like the bus height,
Ice lookin bright, see me comin like bus lights,
Weezy...

Nikki...Minage...
Young Money...

 

[fox69]

"Cannon (AMG Remix)"
(feat. Freeway, Willie The Kid, Detroit Red, Juice)

"Cannon (AMG Remix)"
(feat. Freeway, Willie The Kid, Detroit Red, Juice)



[Lil Wayne]
Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up/ketchup like mayonnaise
Um, I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga Fee
See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
Ya outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again

[Lil Wayne - Hook]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Nigga tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)

[Freeway]
From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
And I come fully equipped
You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me I'ma blam him
Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free
Got the butters, got the green, he got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house
Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother
She might know where to find you
I am... on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning
I will... four-pound him, and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him
I will... roll over your squad like I'm "One Punch" Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will... take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em 'til I toss em in the wok like chicken
General Tso/toast em, uh-oh!

[Willie the Kid]
I make it hard for rap niggaz, I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I showed niggaz how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherfucking (Cannon)
Other words, I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed, niggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag, its a handheld (Cannon)
I'm telling you niggaz, I pop, put a shell in you niggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Weed odor in the Rover, nigga

[Detriot Red]
Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle
Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle
You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon)
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than (Cannon)"
My attire makes the ladies say ya man is too fly
Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
Get caught slipping with ya mans and you die
Where I'm from niggaz be quick to squeeze the (Cannon)
Detroit Red always got some shit for ya ear
Show me love but keep it moving man, 'cause you if you get near
I'll say "get off my dick" and tell ya bitch to "come here"
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don (Cannon)

[Juice]
Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing
Yeah I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon)
I got niggaz who don't like rap lovin' our shit
We got niggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin' our shit
These niggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound its gravy
Niggaz salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick now we not smoking no more regular
Keep ya mid-grade, I don't think you know no better
They love "In Da Trunk", now they wanna hear more shit
I play it modest like "nigga thats some of our old shit"
Got niggaz I aint never met wanting to fight me
Got hoes thats in love asking "why you dont like me?"
Bitch I'm married to the game and I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition, man I love these Nikes
Yeah, I'm hot, they fannin'
Niggaz try to copy my style like the (Cannon)
Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong
All the data is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced
True/Tru like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but Juice the motherfucker
Like... ch'yea

 

[fox69]

"Carter II"

"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 fucking wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet til your socks drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't running, we don't hide screaming 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 phobia, 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 posing, got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brizeer hook
Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em
Get 'em

 

[fox69]

"Cascades"

"Cascades"



Um, she say "what's happening?"
I say "wassup wassup"
she ask "whats up with me"
I say "whats up with us"
I say "what's really good?"
I say "what's really good?"
I put my love down
she say "it's really good"
she say "it's feeling good"
I say "I'm feeling better"
I make her say my name in CAPITAL LETTERS
I'm a nasty guy
dont ask me why
just ask me how and I'll show you proud
her head is gone, she's in the clouds
and when she rains, man she pours down
and I be the fella without an umbrella
Ma, you finer than a wine cellar

 

[fox69]

"Cash Money Millionaires"

"Cash Money Millionaires"


[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin [4x]

[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt
I'm getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad
If you lookin for that holla at ya boy
I'm a ma ma mack mack
A pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull out clean
I get out limp
I walk like li li li limp
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
The best player on my team when i ball women cheer
And they love the way i come out with the gear
This jacket theese shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year
Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here
And that ain't fair and i don't care
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 2]
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe
She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain't getin that loot
And if you ain't got no money she ain't getin at you
I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop
Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne
Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don't but they game
If he don't score in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money i'ma lynch ya ass
Like john lynch and shit don't tempt me bitch
Wipe me down cuz i'm filthy rich
If getin money a crime then i'm guilty bitch
And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a mothafuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 3]
Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days i got women for months
Leave ya girl at home i made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a preety one
Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me
My diamonds bling my weed is rap
Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then i'm bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so i take that back
If your shoes too small shawty take that back
Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back
And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i'm so fly watch out for
The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

 

[fox69]

"Cashed Out"

"Cashed Out"


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas
My blunt bigger than these lil niggas
Keep stuntin with your bitch ass
You’ll get Jacked and Jilled, nigga
Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
I’m smoking that Bill Bixby nigga
I’m spendin money, spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!
Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
She say “Wayne on me, Wayne on me” cause yo ass need drizzlin’
That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin
That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killing young hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain’t working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card
She grab that dick with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hanging, no curfew
Fuck you and who birthed you
I’m shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood
I’m bout it.. I said I’m about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean
Bitch, I’m drowsy
Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about
I got bars, nigga
And it’s happy hour!

[Verse 2]
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Riding around with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly – ha!
Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate
Man these niggas can’t see me like a diary
Smoke that weed, let’s get irie
Nina shut up, that bitch got a silencer
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!
Trukfit my bitch up, Tunechi lee big nuts
I’m getting my dick sucked
I blow weed like it’s dust!
Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I’m a made nigga: Machiavelli
That Mack-11 necessary
I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry
No pussy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I’m the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my bitch hot
I’m tired as hell but my dick not
I don’t gas no bitch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y’all niggas act like lady cops
My niggas smoke like coffee shops
That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I’ll knock you out
My bitch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out
Like Nicki’s ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I’m big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your ass
I’m the trigger man, that shooting star
Eat that pussy like caviar
She treat that dick just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off..
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed
Hit a nigga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It’s Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherfuckin day I’m Cashin Out!

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bitch wanna come round her where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed I’m the wide reciever
@liltunechi follow the leader, bitch

 

[fox69]

"Celebrate"

"Celebrate"


Young Mula
Happy Music
Happy People
Happy People
Everythings alright
Everything is alright

[Chorus]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a hit and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for war, work hard today for a better tomorrow

I said who’s that peeking in my window
Is that sunshine, is that one time
Let that sunshine through my living room
Hospitality is what I’m giving you
Harsh reality is what I’ve been through
But I’m not alone, ask her and him too
And they shall tell ya, ain’t nothin’ better
Than the smell of a new day
And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky get dark
And ya don’t see what He’s trying to show ya
And I know the wall will seem tall but if we help eachother I guarantee we get over
And once I’m over, I’ll reach back for my brother and pull him over aswell
Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
Hoping for that new day smell
Love live life

[Chorus x2]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a hit and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for war, working hard today for a better tomorrow

Young Mula Baby

 

[fox69]

"Coco"

"Coco"



I'm sorry for the wait, I'm sorry for the wait
Tha Carter gon' be late so I cooked up a tape
The garden's full of snakes so I had to escape
Lil homie gon' be straight, lil' homie gon' be straight

This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I'm sorry for the wait too
I told myself to save yourself cause I can't save you
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Fuck, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
I ain't trippin', I got Barbie, I got Drake too
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table

Who kept this shit together? Nigga, me, that's who
Who was there when niggas left? Nigga, me, that's who
Cash Money is an army, I'm a one man army
And if them niggas comin' for me, I'm goin' out like Tony
Now I don't want no problems, I just want my money
Ain't gotta hold no conversation or my luggage
Tell whoever's countin' that I'm on a hundred
Birdman Jr., more like Ugly Duckling

Takin' over, now I'm takin' over
Think it's over? Bitch I'm thinkin' forward
I'm sippin' lean out a glass, nigga
All I got is Young Money, no more Cash, nigga

And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
No longer am I my brother's keeper, Cain and Abel
Young Money sharp, I'm still eatin', I just chipped my tooth
Tell them niggas no love lost cause I ain't got shit to lose
I told myself to save yourself cause I can't save you
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
I found a needle in a haystack, put the thread through
I tried to stitch the wound back up but I just bled through

It's compensation over conversation
Lord I must got blurry vision, a nigga's got two faces
Lord, this game is a vampire
But you gotta protect your neck, it'll suck you dry like raisins, lord
But fuck that, nigga
Gun drawn out, fuck that, nigga, I'ma ball out
The day you met me is when Hell froze
On the day I left is when it thawed out
I'm still in the buildin', I just have to knock a couple walls down
Have to kick y'all out
Life is a movie but sometimes a nigga get too tired of watchin' and walk out

Takin' over, now I'm takin' over
Dropped the Sorry 4 The Wait until the wait is over
Sippin' lean out a flask, nigga
And all I do is smoke, fuckin' thrash, nigga

And this the Sorry 4 The Wait 2
Fuck these haters, throw your board up if you skate too
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table
Tunechi, niggas don't appreciate you
You've been down since day 1, it meant nothin' on take 2
Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow and to say too
But I graduated from that bullshit, now I hate school

And now I'm takin' over, now I'm takin' over
Old me dead and gone, that's who I'm prayin' over
Might have to go back to slangin' yola 'til the wait is over
If so then I got bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda

 

[fox69]

"Come On"

"Come On"


[Verse 1:]
where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby
load up the guns guerilla war time baby
light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg
whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice
and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right
then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out
then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out
bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville
and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back
jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap
dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma
cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'

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

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

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

[Verse 3:]
Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga
my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga
i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga
A uptown stunter, what the hell you think
ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK!
and you can take that to vegillity boy
i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy
cause i be coming with the top down
letting them know how the chop sound
100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
38 with a speed loader in my holster
Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder
but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure
i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
tell em'

[Chorus x2]

You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! [x2]