[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Okay I’mma throw a tantrum on this beat Now who wanna play fetch? When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet Mack the thinker, I’m the blood; Method Man, Redman A scared man a dead man, can I get a amen? You done bought all of them guns and ain’t nobody dead yet Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest Got your bitch on her knees lookin’ like she legless Like I can’t trust my iPhone, I can’t trust the clique I ride for If I see ‘em in the streets, I’mma have to treat ‘em like a rival I’m a pleasure to your eyeballs, I’m so fly, I shop at Skymall Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on Lil Tunechi, I’m a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn I got somethin’ very hot on my hip, I get my hip-hop on And this little red dot gon’ help me hit a nigga spot on Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon Yeah, hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys I hold a pistol sideways when I shoot, that’s for style points Menace II Society, menace to myself though Bend but don’t break, my niggas call me Elbow And you don’t want no problem, I’m a problem My AK just keep shootin’, it’s on autopilot Tunechi what’s your fuckin’ problem? I got fuckin’ problems Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack You gotta shoot the rat when it get too big for the mousetrap Shoot at me and I’mma smile back, and then I “pow” back Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it’s combat Bitch I’m Tommy Gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby Made enough to quit, but I keep makin’ up excuses Triple A dick, that’s amazin’ and amusin’ I’m sedated and secluded I’m the greatest and improvin’ But my baby mama say I’m livin’ wrong Well if I die then I guess she dead right Catch me walkin’ on this motherfuckin’ water nigga I catch your pussy ass at a red light And you gon’ hear that blocka, that blocka I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran We kidnap mamas and toddlers We don’t give a fuck if their ass adopted Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they smilin’ And Weezy still hot as tamales My private plane got that Wi-Fi and that wireless I’m so sorry for the wait
[Verse 2 - Mack Maine] Spread your legs girl, I’m tryna break the headboard I’m a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some yaka mein She a squirter, so we don’t fuck on my Versace sheets My whole crew will skate on you like a hockey team It’s like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep Try to throw salt on my name and I’ll put pep in your step Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip The money runnin’ like water, check the cash flow My weed funky like armpits and assholes Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow And make sure them kids get everything they ask for My bitch in London said she’s a Mack Mainiac And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac It’s like she’s two different persons, she be chillin’, she be cursin’ Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast, in slow motion Man I know Soulja proud of me (ya heard me?) Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?) Tha Carter V a classic, sorry that it’s late And I ain’t apologetic, but sorry for the wait Tha Carter V a classic, sorry that it’s late And I usually ain’t apologetic, but sorry for the wait GoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
