and a canine You know I rep' this shit I got it tatted on my skin If you fuckin' with my city Then you fuckin' with my kin You know I rep' this shit
Lil' Wayne: Yeahh Uh-huh Ummmm uh-huh Hello motherfucker hey hi how you dering? It's Weezy F. Baby come to Take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
Aye, when I give you these keys homeboy don't move my car man I ride in the front ya dig Don't move my shit man Oh! oh baby what's your name [Chorus:]
[Tyga] Uh, line full of b-tches hard fine b-tches the shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition wanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture
I'm on yo' ass, like dirt Behind that cash, get murked I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit
draft, not filla' I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up Yeah, I bring the pain 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane I'm
-oh on the payroll They sniffin' yeyo, I don't know what to say, yo There they go in front of the store Dressed in black shit Some like theys are meaner
know me Shitting on niggas and I do it in public I know you're mad boi And I ain't trying to brag I'm just talking about the shit That you wish you had
chillin i got some bad shawties and they all ready and willin fingers up to the world like i'm Stone Cold, shit platinum reacords,and i piss gold like a tiger
love and she'll show you what she really made of I guarantee yo ass wouldn't get enough tell her pop that shit drop that shit "WHAT". {chorus} (repeat
'm feelin' like life is wonderful Got me seein' past the lies that otherwise make me uncomfortable I'm peepin' out this jungle full of snakes, tigers
, I beat you on every plain Ain't no other way to beat you, I beat you with pain Shred you into pieces using the tiger claw A cold nigga you need more
All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha
real, I'm just spillin' it out There's something about a white boy talking black 'n runnin' around with a damn grill in his mouth And I love when they say that Tiger Woods shit
and my momma keep smoking that shit On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit [B.o.B]
my mother keep smoking that shit On top of that i'm broke please put that in your notes For the next one to call me up talking that shit And then I holla
money that you askin' fo' Why you think me and dame cool? We assholes That's why we here your music in fast fo' 'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit
You, you Yeahh, alright yeah, alright yeah, alright yeah Alright yeah, alright yeah, alright yeah, yeah-ehhhh Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo, yo Things changed since we came out, been some shit