Tytuł: Bloodline

• Wykonawca: Lil Wayne
• Wyświetleń: 277

[Verse 1]
  The streets make the hustlas
  Hustlas make the world go round
  The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
  The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
  See how shit come back round for ya
  Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
  See how shit come back round for ya
  Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
  And you can knock on my door
  But you can't knock the hustle
  But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
  And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me
  Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is
  Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive
  And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
  Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
  And you know I put the mags on that
  .45 mack with the flash on that
  Who want it
  Everybody sing along
  
  [Hook x2]
  Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline
  And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline
  I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline
  I play concrete
  
  [Verse 2]
  And when I move, I move out with the raw
  I move out with the squad
  To his album we ride we so mob
  I throw lives and lowest to live
  For my loaf of bread the people's player
  I did what the culture said
  And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid
  Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head
  Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead
  This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
  I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
  I'm so high and really I don't even know why
  And oh I just go buy a whole house
  And lay my mat down lay her back down
  But I never put my mack down
  You see the thug in me
  You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B
  Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
  If you want it then come to me
  I'm right here
  
  [Hook x2]
  
  [Verse 3]
  I'm G'd up
  Only follow the code of the streets
  Live bad to die good
  Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food
  But just so I can eat
  And ain't it a bitch
  And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich
  And you probably can see me for some crack before six
  And after that it's all bricks
  A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight
  And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam
  I skate with the bomb
  I'm asking you don't play with me at all
  Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
  It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints
  Cuz I did and do shit that's better than new shit
  Fit for two clips
  The kid is a nuisance
  Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music
  And the Blueprint
  Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit
  like ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez
  
  [Hook x2]