to match Bust off quick, and then, guns go back Ah yo, I move like Arthur Ash against God 4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice Every cypher?s a heated discussion The industry was like
my man Tical, Four, Voltron and Team One Smoke addicts, when the mic on we toe tag it My Go-go Gadget, go smack bastards Rap like Ceramic Doc Slept on
We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high) [killah priest] Roamin in the 4-runner all summer Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks
down with Dap and we don't shine we gleem The Group Home team is tight like old slacks Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back You get caught up in my track
ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) Ya'll niggaz ain't gangsta til ya'll ridin and Fed's tail ya Hit a chick once and she runnin back like
muh'fucker with two black eyes? Nothin, you done already told his punk-ass twice [Ali] D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo
Ball cap popped up, raised to the back Kush in my realer, rollin big like Shaq [Hook x2] [MJG:] I'ma pimp, sellin hoes to a chick on the track Make
, and then, guns go back [Superb] I move like Arthur Ash against God 4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice Every cypher's a heated discussion The industry was like
me traffickin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point 'em out like
on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line
trafficin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point 'em out like
u do it? would do ya time like martha stwert? would bust a nine would ya go back would ya put ya life on the line with me hit the dough track? (dough track
Expansion Team", "X.O." chips, cashin 'em I'm not fashionable but I am international I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural Honies keep flirtin like
run on my team (yea) I stick her up like a gun in her spleen My name is lil wayne and I'm a micro fiend [Chorus] Uh, back back on my one two Now watch me snap like
Yo here go a slug that'll crack ya hip I'm like an angel, but at an angle And then I start to talk like Marlon Brando, like that Blow back in my crocka
Still like that butterfly like Mariah Show me the money the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like