(LIL WAYNE) Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter Them troop shoot them run like them playa’s oprah They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda.. wat the picture wanta Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo Bulletshot found on the street, im yellow dem voko The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco Who? Rastafarian.. Juky gat them jump jump ( ya ya ya) Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle Man keeping me eye, in the rope, we play ay to.. if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow
(SIZZLA) Itz Ana poppin Don’t sulting nobody No no no stoppin Boy, yall see me jumpin No no no yackin No no no yackin Actin up with a jumpin yah, im da loafin 4 rockin Im da verse, up in mere factor words Boy yall little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out Gang firm out, na their house Them place gon burn out. Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star Oh really, don’t be leaky Aint no pussies, but them bitches Aint no movie, aint no comics And no CNN, don’t be greedy You dare not hear this song posted in a CD No mess wit a mercy, less you can’t steal it But be pretty..
And they actin oh body See the giving where The only reason why them bogus living Aint no way down, please stay down Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down..
(LIL WAYNE) Pussy ass nigga don’t talk to me I make this bitch bring your heart to me Im only 5 ‘8 and yall short to me And yall movement look like a slim path to me Your girlfriend opens up her pussy to me And if she gimme brain, she smart to me Pumpin ass niggas don’t bark at me Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orca please Turn your block into a restaurant Order and leave What are u havin??? Organs please!! And we stay strapped like Jordan’s beat And we in tha sermon like Bread Dithery Ha..And im lockin with Marlon G. And we fuckin so much, we could hardly breath This other niggaz flow is hard to leave And im concrete wit this Carter 3
(SIZZLA) Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop
(T-STREETS) Yessir, T –street, bang bang back in tha building They call me streets, so call me streets If u call on reach, im on the streets And im hungry like a dog on unleash But im a tiger, and a dog is a feast And I see through the fog in the trees Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve I need a money donor, cuz im dying to resist I know mama gat her eyes on her seed Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed Their eyes make the peace hard to read But it says, “why im not leave
(SIZZLA) And they actin oh body See the giving where The only reason why them bogus living Aint no way down, please stay down Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down..
(LIL WAYNE) We killin em softly, We killin em softly And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy And about the hour, him a heading to the money Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy Bat the man down, boy, im shit around party Party up, party up, they put the panty up Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up We kill them softly, we kill them softly He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay My girl she need me, my girl she want me Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney.. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
