Tytuł: Let's Go

• Wykonawca: Lil Wayne
• Wyświetleń: 374

It's gravy nigga. Believe it.
  You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker.
  (It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
  (click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
  
  [Baby]
  Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
  I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
  And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
  Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
  If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
  I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
  And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
  To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!"
  I hustle hard in these city streets
  I got my block on fire with my HB's
  Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r
  Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
  And you can find me
  Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
  Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin'
  Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
  If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch
  
  [Chorus]
  Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
  I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
  Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
  Cuz if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
  Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
  I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
  Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
  If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
  
  [Lil Wayne]
  Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
  I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
  Don't make me take ya, play ya
  I cock the glock and spray ya
  Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
  And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready
  Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
  Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
  I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
  Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
  Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
  Lock the spot down
  Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over
  Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
  I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
  Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
  You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
  Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Lil Wayne]
  See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
  You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
  Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh
  None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
  Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
  Cuz all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
  They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
  No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
  See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
  I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
  Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
  But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone
  Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers
  I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
  So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
  I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere
  
  [Chorus x 2]
  
  [Baby talks till end]