[Curren$y] Uh, yeah, yeah Hot Spitta, Spitta, south residing Young Money y'all, Young Money y'all Yeah
Figured it's time that I step back from the game And peep it from a coach's point of view So I can see how niggas went wrong and how the players was wrong And I can do it how a pro supposed to do No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit The line of scrimmage is waiting Niggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick Drop back like an all star QB Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats You niggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry Looking for vehicles and accessories Like I do, and every representor of my crew I get love from cuz and the Pyru Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese Let the windows down and let the purp sing perfectly The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out But I'm onto 'em, spray the crime Then kill it and talk calm to 'em Good day officer, what's the problem? You looking for answers? I don't got none I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money nigga
[Lil Wayne] Hahaa, I know that's right Hello world, yeah Yeah, uh huh, music to fly to coming soon y'all
You can see me on the eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch Fuck the world, make you walk with a leg twitch Flow retarded, I'm on some special ed shit The magnificent, twist it like a dread bitch And I can get up in the car and drive And if the record is a smash I can still survive Yeah, money ain't a thang but everythang to me Shit I gotta make 'em see no sang to me Yeah, higher than all of the angels be And, no I never choke but I strangle beats And, I am just a player in this game we be So go blame the referee, don't complain to me And I used to have a cutlass on stainless feet Passing all day up Latoya Street Back when Scarface used to sang to me Had me feeling like a G was the thang to be Back when I was peddling my ten-speed bike Who knew I'd be peddling the six-speed white? Big dog through the door where the little dogs bite So if you are female dog, you don't fight Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master Rich ass nigga, I got all my masters Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master Rich ass nigga... Label: Lyric |