i wear a mean dark pair a shades(badaaaat!)and ya can't see my eyes(Young Money) unless my head is ben you dig?
[chorus-Lil' Wayne]
we stay high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!) we stay high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)
[Verse-1-Lil' Wayne]
blik,blak, back out thee garage in a hog and you know i redo da inside like da morgue da Coupe blue,like da due on marge ridin' wit a bitch prettier thanan a dabarge mami wanna soldier ,baby im'a Sarge you cant have me but we can have a menage(thats 3) now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage (ha) then it's flowers for da dead bedda give em' a corsage(get em') (yea)head nigga in large(thats me) and everything i do i San Diego Charge while you niggaz just starve im eatin' so much imma fuck around and barf and red is tha color of my scarf and undastand to a giant your dwarf my flow tho'ed off so sick all i gotta do is cough
[chorus-Lil' Wayne]
we stay high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!) we stay high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)
[Verse-2-Diego Charge]
bitch i come from da bottom of da map, New Orleans,Louisiana we love to pack gats we love to count stacks,we love to pump backs i love killin' da tracks,me, Wayne,Rony,and Jack dats just some highy grove shit,(yea,highy grove shit) and imma bang it in just until,you get it clear you heard dat,dats my word and i meant dat dont temp me,ill leave you bent up in ya Bently believe me(yea)
[Verse-3-Jack]
grown and nigga,back in da game straight from da block back in da game now run,tell,ya heard me rappin' wit Wayne run,tell,ya heard me,rappin' insane yea im off in dis bitch(BITCH!!!) drunk and tho' cards in dis bitch(BITCH!!!) im leanin' in dis bitch(BITCH!!!) we got freaks in dis bitch(BITCH!!!) (you know what?)we deep in dis bicth(BITCH!!!)
[chorus-Lil' Wayne]
we stay high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!) we stay high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga)
[Verse-4-Mack Mayne]
(ch-chyea,Mack,Rony,waddup nigga?)i got a thing for dem big trucks thick fine bitches,wit big jugs,and big blunts 5'4 mamis wit nice head and fake tits dat uh dont get loose ova Goose,and prolly act up 5'7 bitches wit both legs dat tick dick all dey really need is like 2 pills and 6 blunts wake up in da mornin' and count money and make grits she dont really know no english so we dont say shit (chyea)Wayne said let it rain on em' Motha Nature wit da paper doin' her Mack Mayne on em' (yea) like there go 1 thousand(swoosh) like there go 2 thousand(BALLIN'!!!) (yea)now shake dat ass like you cant pay yo cable bill so you tryin' watch da Saints 60 inch ATACHI,livin' like Liverachi sportin da latiz Forsachi,shoty in Mazeritee dodgin' da poperizee,a.c. cold like heart of da Nazis this year classic,like ol' school Heratchies you get cho grill cooked like it was a Batchi word to cousin Rodney(bazooka)(yea)
[chorus-Lil' Wayne]
we stay high,on da 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis(badaaaat!) we stay high,on dat 5,0,4,shit(NEW ORLEANS!!!) on dat iron,all da time,and you no dis!!!(yea nigga) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
