[Lil Wayne] I play the bullshit from the backseat champ Yeah I’m in the backseat still got the seat back Feet back stay from where the fake be at Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats Face the facts you can’t change him, can’t shoot it if you can’t aim it Can’t miss him if he kill you then you can’t blame him That’s just how the dice roll when you can’t fade him Get too deep up in that water and they can’t save ya Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing And watch my step on a wet pavement Yeah I’m from the hood so I rep ‘em where I can’t take ‘em Hollygrove, Hollygrove was his last statement So nigga get that look off your face And recognize you got a crook in the place They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I’m so high I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she’s mine Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch Leave you bloody with the cops to match Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast Like… haha That’s bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain’t heard bout this The clip sink down to the dick That’s a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin’ Mortimer is no longer leapin’ he sleepin’ While you pussy niggas is sleeping I’m thinking Deep in thought the boy ain’t even winkin’ Bob Marley got me stinking Stacking figures I’m standing firm life’s a slinky Pipes is filled with crack cocaine And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came Though I bear a name only one can live with Coach they won’t knock me off my pivot forget it I’m sicker with it Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill What you know about a bongo having her mind go Over a convo about dough Nothing! man the four wheelers look so good on the sand Tee or tanktop pocket fan No pocket knife, no handgun in sight Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM! Haha tonight I might just boost my feature price Cause to each its own and the lights is bright And I’m feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight I’m from Cita house, Big Momma’s House She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out And he ain’t getting up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot Hold up the beat might dropTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
