[Verse 1: Juvenile] Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space Nigga recognize the G in me when I'm the place I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face I ain't no pretty boy nigga I'm a felony case My daddy was slangin' iron back in '78 Is you listenin' to a nigga, am I settin' you straight? The next one of you niggas that come at me sideways We'll be entertained wit' four or five K's Probably might get killed in four or five ways Probably won't be found for bout four or five days Lil Wheezy in the pen for bout four or five days Look he ain't in the hood fo bout four or five days Better not tell me shit when I'm upset Cause I'll catch a flashback and all of y'all would get wet Around the way they call me Slap and Pop Cause I'll slap a clip up in mac and let it pop
[Verse 2:Baby] Look nigga, if you pull that bitch, you betta shoot that bitch Reppin fo them hoes that get their wigs split quick If you abusin' that shit, you probably shootin' that shit I'm Mr. Bling Bling nigga fuck that shit You could find me in my Rover gettin' head from a bitch You could catch me on the block breakin' bread wit the click You could find me in the lot buyin' a matchin' six Lorenzo kit wit' buttons on that bitch I hit a pawn shop and buy a gat for the click Nigga ask the Ruff Ryders if you real wit it slick I took them to the mansion that's paid out slick Wit them Hummers, Bentleys and Jags and this bitch I'm the numba one woadie I don't talk no shit Look at all this ice and how I'm poppin' this shit Nigga grease me up or I'll stick you up Nigga put yo hands up before I fuck you up
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now what's up wit' dat 'Cause you know us don't play We bust the gat It got ice all over wit' dubs to match You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black Now what's up wit' dat Now what's up wit' dat 'Cause you know us don't play We bust the gat It got ice all over wit' dubs to match You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black Now what's up wit' dat
[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh] It's like ruff, rugged, raw Fuckin' on the interstate in a brand new car For my niggas I'm ruff, rugged, wild Strawberry Kool-Aid mixed wit' Cristal Www dot fresh dot com You deal wit' me Lil Daddy I guarantee you that I'm Gon' put yo ass on front of a white T XXL choker neck playboy or V
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Now I be creepin' through the back wit the chrome plate in Simmy auto, Tec let's get on baby Now have they seen me in a seat Mercedes Wit yo wife in a car wit' your babies I'm a hot fire boy and I'm gonna let 'em burn Straight from the 17th point of no return And I squirm through traffic in a Porsche on factories Hennessy in back of me, now I'm feelin' accurate Ice blingin' hard suddenly the light captured it Don't try me or yo mommy die from a freak accident Oh no! Could've stopped, but I got this one big ol' 44, brr, pop And I'm gonna chopped this whole ki into a lotta lumps Next time you see me I'll have money like Donald Trump I'm off the heezy it could be night, day I'm still creepin' In a light grey Lamborghini, it's Lil Wheezy [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now what's up wit' dat 'Cause you know us don't play We bust the gat It got ice all over wit' dubs to match You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black Now what's up wit' dat Now what's up wit' dat 'Cause you know us don't play We bust the gat It got ice all over wit' dubs to match You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black Now what's up wit' dat Now what's up wit' dat 'Cause you know us don't play We bust the gat It got ice all over wit' dubs to match You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black Now what's up wit' dat Now what's up wit' dat 'Cause you know us don't play We bust the gat It got ice all over wit' dubs to match You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black Now what's up wit' datTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
