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1. |
| 4:55 | ||||
Intro:]
The hottest... under the sun Ain't nobody f**kin with me, man And you already know that, pimpin Cash Money Records, where dreams come true F**k up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight And you already know that, pimpin Hey it's Cash Money Records man A lawless game [Verse 1:] Un-f**kin believable, Little Wayne's the president F**k em, f**k em, f**k em Even if they celibate I know the game is crazy It's more crazy than it's ever been I'm married to that crazy bitch Call me Kevin Federline It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money til the death of him The ground shall break when they bury him Bury him, I know one day they gotta bury him Better lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in Nigga, it's just me and my guitar Yea, bitch I'm heavy metal-ing You can get to f**kin Led Zeppelin Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen And we hold court, and take your life for the settlement Yes, I'm the best. and no I ain't positive, I'm definate I know the game like I'm reffing it This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament And I'm the god, and this is what I bless them with [Hook:] Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motha f**kin Cash Money millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motha f**kin Cash Money millionaire [Verse 2:] Junior It's cash money over everything It's in my blood I feel it runnning in every vein I'm from the mud I am a missle like a scud What's really good, I'm about that ruckers like Fudd And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug Tied to the f**kin' birdman like a log And dear Mr. Ronald Williams To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim Cash Money million, hier to the throne Going at the head is like hair and a comb Sittin by the window, I just stare at the stone Knowin' I might get through it like hair and a comb Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters And I will take or trash it with the lord as my witness And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen [Hook:] That I'm me I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motha f**kin Cash Money millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm still a motha f**kin Cash Money millionaire (bitch!!!) [Verse 3:] Last year they had the grammys and left me in Miami Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies Mel Gibson flew lethal weapon book em' danny I'm a monster I tell you monster wayne I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain F**k with me, I will peel like the house's paint Let's go, niggas don't see me cause I'm better than both The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else I'm tryna tell you like I saying something I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff And there ain't nothin gonna stop me So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit. (ha) yea [Hook:] I'm me, I'm me. Bitch, I'm me Baby, I'm me, So who you, f**k you, You're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motha f**kin Cash Money millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I am a motha f**kin Cash Money millionaire (bitch!!!) [Outro:] The hottest... under the sun Ain't nobody f**kin with me, man And you already know that, pimpin Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Somebody gon die tonight And you already know that, pimpin Hey it's Cash Money Records man The law in this game |
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2. |
| 3:25 | ||||
(i hate gossip......`n i dont walk around lookin` for it ya know? but, yesterday it seemed to just wonder around til it found me ya know like....gossip found me...`n why dont you try provin` it...how? you dont know how to prove it?...well what you just do is.............
stop, hatin` on a nigga that is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga `n you can get tipped like ya waitin` on a nigga put a body bag and a apron on a nigga ...i give my all behind da mic but you could never see if you sit behind da light you don`t have to pick me to win the title fight but ima wear that championship belt so tight ...and if im wrong, there is no right and if im wrong, there is snow white ...im tryna be po-lite but you bitches in my hair like the fuckin` po-lice my flow is rare, des other rappers nice des other rappers bark, some of `em even bite but im much more bright, i give da game sight so before you dim da light you just might might wanna..... (think it overrrrrr) (think it over) (woooooooohooooo) (think it overrrrr) (think it over) stop, analysin` critizisin` you should realize what i am and start epitomizin` confident...got da heart of da biggest lion confident...like fuck `em all pull out my dick `n ride it my flow`s sick so sick its like my shit is dyin` it rains alot in my city cuz my city`s cryin`, cuz my city`s dyin` but i emerge from all of dat i am a livin` pion-- neer, zion...fear god not them steer my robin coupe thru da streets of da boot (*louisiana is shaped like a boot) `n *suuwuu* `n den i leave a tub in da booth, i leave a blood bath sorry der`s a tub in da booth, now where da drugs at? .....like da strings on da shoe, no nigga fuck dat im twisted like da strings on da boot, where new orleans at? i feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass ...so in your possession, i must ask... (hey,.....haven`t i been good to youuuuuu?) (think it over) (tell me) (haven`t i been sweeeeeeet to youuuuuuuuu?) drag my name through da mud, i come out clean cast away stone, i wont even blink a gun is not a math problem, i wont even think.... just leave you dead like da mink under my sink dont believe in me...dont believe me i graduated from hungry `n made it to greedy my flow is like pasta, take it `n eat it but ima need cheese if im bakin` tha ziti you niggas want beef, i want a steak `n da weed be lost in amsterdam or jamaica where we be ....hard body nigga, takin` it easy all about my paper `bout my paper like e.z. why do rappers why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers `lotta rappers lie like actors cut da mudafuckin` cameras cut da check, fuck ya props i-am hip-hop and i aint dead im alive |
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3. |
| 3:42 | ||||
[chorus]
Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh [2x] Yeah, now how ya like me now... [verse 1] Got the h** goin' till 6 Press a button, watch the m*****f***er do tricks I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new s**** While you're b**** is on my d***, like a glue stick I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed The tooth fairy would retire if I loose it Straight out the clip, that's how I spit like an oozey You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music I'm runnin' this and I can jump the hurdles I feelin' like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles I'm like a turtle, when I sip the purple [chorus] And I smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and I ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh (chuckles) so how ya like me now... [verse 2] Buck 60 on the dash, I'mma do two Captain Crunch, these n***as is Fruit Loops That's why your girl wanna f*** me and my group too And I'mma make her back it up like "droop shoop" I'm the Birdman Jr., I gotta do coups I hop up out that m*****f***er, holler "suwoop" Hollygrove 17, I'm from the zoo crew You would think every animal in the zoo loose (F*** with me) I'm on that screw juice but I keep my s*** together, not a screw loose Yeeaahh, word to my Gucc [Gucci] boots, I'm higher than a new suit [chorus] Till we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh now how ya like me now... [verse 3] Buck forty on a ring that I don't really wear But I bet it light up the night like the city fair This s*** ain't fair, I didn't have to go there But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear I'm so aware, I'm so prepared, I'm so fly I will take off into the open air Lift off, Cristal, please, crackers with cheese N***a please, we on J-E-Ts like Curtis Martin and whitley green I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing, no Reggie man [chorus] You know I smoke that kush... And I ball like swoosh [2x] now how ya like me now... |
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4. |
| 4:00 | ||||
I've been through it all,
the fails, the falls. I'm like Niagara but I got right back up like Viagra. I am agriculture. Swagger so mean, it might insult you. Ha, I'm like an ultra vulture. I fuck around and catapult ya. Torch ya, thought ya parents taught ya. You guys is chocha, I'm gone. Buenos Noches. Flow, scorch ya. And I don't even write. No, author. So, harder. So, smarter. All about a dollar, like 4, quarters. Oh, father. Will tonight be my last? And if so, make sure my kids see my cash, and I know, I'm solid like an elbow cast. And my future will be better than my past. Weezy! You could love me or hate me, I swear it won't make me or break me. I'm goin where ever the money take me, until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me. Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin', I know that there's a better way cause I've seen it, lord, but this faster money is so convenient. And I need it, say I need it. C.A.R.-T.E.R I spit movies like a VCR. I spit rounds like the Tiki bar. And if I got beef, I'm the meat cleav-AR. And I are, the illest n****r Martin Luther King died for, and I ride for. Holly Grove one seven Eagle street, and I'm higher than the eagle's feet, but I believe in me. Apple is the car street. I am just an offspring. Born in the ghetto, that's why I can't let go. One call will have my dawgs on ya like an echo. Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle. Spit sickle-cell psycho. I go, off like a mother-f***** rifle. And I'm from the underground baby like a pipe mole. And I will stand tall like light poles until the light blows. You could love me or hate me, I swear it won't make me or break me. I'm goin where ever the money take me, until they funeral and wake me, and don't wake me. Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin', See I'm just hustlin', living what I believe in dawg, and it's a problem when our homies not eatin', And I'm greedy, I'm greedy. Share my blood, feed my family, my flow will have to plead insanity. So sick, I need grey's anatomy. Acid, like a bust-open battery. I'm cool like LA nights, I'm tight like ballet tights. Ay Juelz, I swear the other day I pissed Crystal. These bitches tryna kick it like Jun Tao. I gotta watch my head in a battle, I'm just tryna stay ahead of my shadow. And I'm floating like a boat and a paddle. Alligators and rattlesnakes, but I promised I would take a n****r off like a Saturday. Got money to validate. I'm icy like carrot cake. Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate. I'm straight out the alley way, it's the n****r you daddy hate. Weezy F baby, great! I know they love me, they hate me, But I'm a G, it won't make me or break me. And you could find me where ever the money place me, until you ridin' to the late me, and don't wake me. Cause I'm sleepin', I'm dreamin', And me and my lord got an agreement, y'all. And so I thank him every day for my achievements. And I'm Weezy, I'm Weezy. |
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5. |
| 3:31 | ||||
Yeah, Yeah, okay, Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money,
pocket full of money. N**** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. Okay, uhh, its weezy baby like the last s***, a big car and a bad b****. Uhh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked, these n***** ballin' by accident. Uhh, keep talking make em' f*** up ya bodies and ya homies tell your mom it was an accident. Huh, i'm a g til the casket drop on my glasses. Huh, fast money I'm the fastest, I got that hustler's pass-ion. Ya know, dem boys back at the a** end, and I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in. Yeah, Yeah, okay, Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money. N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. Okay, there's been a murder, b**** I make a killin', insurance papers in a safe, money in the ceilin'. Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols, come through a n**** house and aim at the pillows. Huh, yeah wake up wake up, f*****' with them boys you could wake up taped up, ya dig? Now go on and drink that lake up, stick em' in the trunk and let em' feel that bass pump. These n***** is nuts, man that m14 leave you physically f*****. These n***** is ducks, and you can call me scrooge cause I'm swimmin in bucks. B****! Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money. N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. Yeah, yeah, too hot, too cold, I'm-I'm red hot blue cold. Yeah, I knock your melon out your fruit bowl, all my guns black, I got true soul. Yeah, and I call my coup a black pantha, graaaa graaa graaa, and thats the gat anthem. And if a n**** play with family for that matter, ima smoke so many n***** ima catch cancer, yeah and if I step up out this benz-o, you know I'm comin' with a gun like a nintendo, they soft, them n***** fallin' when the wind blow, when I'm rollin' up my window. F*** em'! Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money. N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. |