Die For You AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Die For You AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Verse 1:]

[*Giggles*]

Ayyy, I tried to treat you like no other

To be like no other in your life

Ayyy and I'd of cried to see you with another

To see you with another to win your life

[Chorus:]

Hear me out please..

HEAR ME OUT!

Hear me out before you walk up out the door

Hear me out please

Hear me out

BEFORE YOU WALK UP OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR

I loved you like no other

I do you like no other

I swear to god I motha fucking tried

I do you like no other

I treat you like no other

Without you in my life I'd fucking die

I'd die without you

I'd die

I'd die without you

I'd die

Die without you...

[Verse 2:]

I'll cry, until you see an ocean

I'm sinking to the ocean's floor

To many miles

I'd die here to see you with another

To see you with another

To be in your life

[Chorus:]

Hear me out please...

HEAR ME OUT!

Hear me out before you walk up out the door

Hear me out please

Hear me out

BEFORE YOU WALK UP OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR!

I love you like no other

I treat you like no other

I need you in my mother fucking life

I treat you like no other

And there won't another

There won't be another be Mr. Right

I'd die without you

I'd die

I'll die without you

I'll die

I'll die without you

I'll die

I'll die

Oooh

[Bridge:]

Bury me a G

Bury me a G when I die

Bury me a G when she cry

And I'll be looking down from the sky

Bury me a G

Ayy bury me a G when I die

Bury me a G

And I I swear

You gon here me out

Yea here me out

Here me out before you walk up out my door

You gon here me out

DON'T YOU WALK UP OUT MY FUCKING DOOR

I love you like no other

I treat you like no other

I need you in my mother fucking life

I do you like no other

I treat you like no other

I promise, I swear I'd die without you

Die without you

Die without you

Die without you

I'd die without you

Die without you

Die without you

Die without... you

Uptown AZ Lyrics By Drake Feat Lil Wayne

Uptown AZ Lyrics By Drake Feat Lil Wayne

yeah..

Uh huhhh

(Drake)

Uh, Hardly Home But Always Reppin'..

You Hardly On And Always Second..

When I'm Awake, You Always Restin'..

And When They Call You..

The Answer You Will Hardly Question..

I... I'm Doin' Classic Shit In All My Sessions,

Other Niggas Situations They Are All Depressin'..

That's Why I Never Follow Yall Suggestions..

I Just Always Did My Own Thing..

Now I Run The Game... You Stupid Mothasuckas..

I See All This 'Money' Through My Ohio State 'Buck'-Eyes..

Shit Been Goin' Good, But Good Could Turn To Better..

Cuz You The Type To Lose Her, And I'm About To Get Her..

(Chorus: Drake)

It's Okay x6..

You Could Run And Tell Ya Friends That I'm On..

I'm On x5..

Best Believe I Understand It's Okay..

It's Okay x5..

You Could Run And Tell My City I'm On..

I'm On x5..

You Could Run And Tell My City It's On..

(Drake)

Yeah, Wrong Way Down A One Way..

Women Don't Get Saved 'Round Me..

Even On A Sunday,..

Damn, Where I Get It From..

These Niggas Always Wonder Who,..

Then They Meet My Pop..

And Tell Him, Drake Is Just A Younger You,..

And Shawty Wanna Party,..

So Don't Let Yo Girl Up Out The House..

Or They'll Be Shots On TMZ..

Of Me Givin' Her Mouth To Mouth,..

Now She's Famous..

And The Paparazzi Starts To Shoot Her,..

I Drive Two Black Cars..

I Named Them Malcom X And Martin Luther,..

I Don't Ever Play But I'm In The Game Lady,..

They Just Lose To Love, Those Are Tennis Games Lady,..

Have Ya Countin' Money, Goin' Duffle Bag Crazy,..

Sippin' On Pink Floyd And Puffin' Wayne Brady,..

Damn, Whose Line Is It Anyways,..

I'm In A Daze, You've Been Amazed..,

Ya'll Seem To Be Stuck On That Beginna Stage..,

I'm On Fire, Yup I've Been Ablaze,..

I Got Dough To Blow, But I Wanna Blow It Right..,

You Look Nice,..

And Yo Frame Makes Me Wanna Bowl A Strike..,

Well Alright, Yes I Might, Know What..

Fuck It, Yes I Will..

I am More Than What You Bargained For..,

And Nothin' Less Than Real,..

Put It To Ya Life..

(Chorus)

(Bun B)

Bun B, King Of The Trill Also One Of The Dopest,..

Whether The Streets Or On The Mic..

I'm Dope And Yes I'm Focused,..

The Gangstas Recognize Me For My Loc'ness..,

No Joke It's,..

Time To Shake These Haters Off Like The Skin Of A Locust,..

Or Maybe Like A Python,..

That's The Type Of Shit I'm On..,

I Wrote This On My iPhone,..

So Let Me Drop This iBomb,

I, Palm The Game Like It's A Spalding Ball And Take Flight,..

From The Free Throw Line, And Slam It Down Like I'm The Great Mike..,

Bun And Wayne And Drake In Here, Mayne It's Gon' Be A Great Night,..

Look At All These Posers Bite Our Swagger Like A Great White,..

Try To Cross Me Over, I Just Fake Left Then I Break Right,..

Stupid Animal Tricks Like David Letterman's Late Night,..

This That Major Moment You Been Waitin' On For Too Long,..

The Best That Ever Did It And Doin' It On A New Song,..

UGK And Young Money... Too Strong,..

Bound To Be In The Green Like A Crouton,..

So What The Fuck Is You On?..

(Chorus)

(Lil' Wayne)

Yeaah, Yah

I am The Leather Jacket, Black Glasses, All American Bad Boy,..

I Own The Swagger Super Market, And You, You Just A Bag Boy..,

Cuz I Got That Swag Boy,..

The Swag You Never Had Boy..,

Hate And I Will Leave Your Chest The Color My Flag Boy..,

Suu Woo Bitch I Do This Shit,..

I'll Erase You Like I Drew You Bitch..,

And I Keep That Toaster, You Can Come And Be My Strudel Bitch..,

I'm So Uptown..

And Muthafucka If You Ain't... Don't Go Uptown!!..

Yeeeeeaaaahh!!..

And Now I'm On That Rock Shit..,

But Why They Let Me In... Imma Start Shootin' In The Mosh Pit,..

Haha... Fuck Is You Talkin' Bout?,..

Weezy In Ya Mouth,..

Now Weezy What You Talkin' Bout..

(Chorus)..

YOUNG MULA BABY!!..

(Chorus)

Yeah..

Uh huh..

Go Hard AZ Lyrics By Nicki Minaj Feat Lil Wayne

Go Hard AZ Lyrics By Nicki Minaj Feat Lil Wayne

[Nicki talking]

Yo, SB. I think it's my time...

You know why? My tears have dried,

And I know that no weapon formed

Against me will prosper. And I truly

Believe that my haters are my motivators.

Young Money.

[Chorus]

If you could you would get rid of me,

Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?

But I won't let you get to me (to me)

You should already figure I'ma go hard.

If you was as real as me you would never

Let another girl sit in yo throne.

I done put the choke hold on now

They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"

I am, I'm Still the one to beat.

Ain't in a rush from these streets

I am the streets. I am gettin it in until the end

I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!

[Verse 1 - Nicki]

Carter called, lemme get the car key,

you don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie

Keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man man down! )

hit em on a walkie-talkie.

Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in.

my name ring bells bitch buzz me in

And I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbian.

Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9,

hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine.

Hit em wit a Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy

and I always the jammy in the trunk or in the lamby

Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda,

I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda

I represent all the girls that stood up,

used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar.

Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups,

doin the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up.

Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up,

now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up.

And I'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner,

bitches like nelly and kelly got a dilemma

These birds all fly south in the winter,

fuck I look like chompin on a chicken dinner?

You can hate me, but why knock my hustle;

I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle

Skirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffle.

I'm a bad bitch no muzzle. (no muzzle).

Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae.

tell em I'm the ninja,

Weezy is my sensei. so I call him Splinter,

faster than a sprinter. gimme my chopsticks

I'll have the rap bitches for dinner.

This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis

This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki

This is for my niggas wheelying them Kawasakis

Shout out to the back east salt fish ackes

kisses is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky.

Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky.

I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski.

Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed.

Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)

OOhhh!

[Chorus]

If you could you would get rid of me,

Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?

But I won't let you get to me (to me)

You should already figure I'ma go hard.

If you was as real as me you would never

Let another girl sit in yo throne.

I done put the choke on now

They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"

I am, I will, I gots to win.

I'm still lookin around for my

Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end

I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder.

Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water.

Better yet, like Bubba, know shrimp. but he don't say shit

When the gun on his lip, and I don't say shit put the gun

On my hip. so I don't say shit but the gun on my hip.

If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship

Check out how them bitches just run on my dick

And me, I'm that nasty son of a bitch.

I still got that bitch cum on my lips

It yee ain got money, don't come on my strip

And if ya got money, don't come on my strip

I wear that metal, no olympic, but I can still

Make you tumble and flip

You fuckin wit me if you fuckin wit Nick

They ain't fuckin wit me ,they ain't fuckin wit Nick

Your girlfriend and she just split

Cuz she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick

They wonder if he be fuckin Nick, as long as she be fuckin rich

That's why I keep my luggage cuz, I swear yall's a fuckin trip.

Young Money Dungeon, bitch. my swagger is just punching bitch

And I shoot like I'm from over-seas, so call my gun, "Gunovich"

Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of shit

Red drank, blue pill, white dust

Yes I love my country bitch.

([Wayne:] yeah!... guitar.)

[Chorus]

Wish you could get rid of Young Money,

Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?

But I won't let you get to me (to me)

You should already figure I'ma go hard.

If you was as real as me you would never

Let another girl sit in yo throne.

I done put the choke on now

They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"

I am, I will, I gots to win.

I'm still lookin around for my

Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end

I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!

Paradice AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Paradice AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Mula Baaaaby

(Verse 1)

She was a young girl in pursuit of glore and fame

She would do anything she could to feel the flame

When everybody knew your moves and the things you play

She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed

(ahhh)

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice (yeeaahh)

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice

To know this ain't paradice

(Verse 2)

He was a young boy in pursuit the money and fame

And he would do anything he could to kill the pain (ahhh)

When everybody knew your moves, they speak of your name

And oh all over the late night local news I heard him scream

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice (yeee)

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice

(woah)

(Verse 3)

I said the sun don't shine forever (oh oh oh oh oh)

And everything that glitter ain't gold (oh oh oh oh oh)

(ahhh)

I said love don't love forever (oh oh oh oh oh)

When everything that's new gets old (raaaaa)

Sometimes we try to find the road to the riches

Need road side assistance

Blisters on my knees from begging for forgiveness

This ain't no dollars on my trees

but knowledge on my feet cuz I been climbing to the peek

and running from the bullshit

I'm tired of playing the same song who told the DJ bring it back?

Dead presidents bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat

Staring at big poster I swear that he be winking back

Cut school, sell crack

Sorry I'm just thinking back

C-Call me crazy I been called worse

It's like I have it all but what's it all worth (haha)

I'm probably better in my afterlife

I should cherish life but this ain't paradice

(Chorus)

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice

OH NO this ain't paradice (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)

This ain't paradice

NO this ain't paradice

This ain't paradice

I'm So Hood Remix AZ Lyrics By Dj Khaled Feat Lil Wayne

I'm So Hood Remix AZ Lyrics By Dj Khaled Feat Lil Wayne

We the best

Who

We nigga

We the best

This the remix

The I'm so hood remix

I'm making movies

[T-Pain]

I'm so Hood

Remix

Yeah,I where my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best)

And I never dance when I'm in this place

Because you and your man is planning to hate (I run this man)

I'm so hood

And I got these gold up in my mouth

If you get closer to my house

Then you'll know what I'm talking about

(I make hit records this is what I do)

(I'm of the) hood (This the remix)

And if you feel me put your hands up Hood

(put em up, put em up, put em up)

My hood niggas can you feel me (I gave you we taking over)

I'm so hood

And It you're not from here you can walk it out

If You don't know what I'm talking about

I'm so Hood (hey young jeezy)

(you got me we run this man we run this)

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy)]

I'm so h to the double-o d

Got all this god damn money on me

Pockets so fat it don't make no sense

Whips so clean don't need no tints

Watch so bright I don't need no light

And no where word don't need no mic

Niggas like yo what you get for show?

Tell em same shit I used to get for the blow

Send on em on the road nigga what I got to lose

Put em in the vans i ain't talkin' about the shoes

Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the lights

Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes

Seventeen five yeah nigga I said it

Seventeen five yeah nigga yeah I meant it

And when we do it bad and when we do it good

I'm so I'm so i'm so mother fucking hood

[Verse 2 (Ludacris)]

Everybdy come equipped with bangas

Throwing up our middle fangas

And you know I don't slip so I gotta keep 10 in the clip

and 1 the chambers

Better be walking with angels

And never take candy from strangers

Luda's dressed in stripes had to earn my stripes like I played

with the Bengals

I'm in the zone homes going for the two point conversion

I'm so hood that Ludacris should have been on the original version

But this is the remix

With the cheap tricks

Hitting sweet licks

And I cut the braids off with the waves and the fade that will

make you sea sick

See this is the way that we ball

And this is the way that we brawl

So put a fist in the air if you care

United we stand and divided we fall

When the south is in the house you better watch your mouth

Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich

Coming around your hood bitch

I swear i'm so..

[Chorus T-Pain (Busta Rhymes)]

I'm so hood (remix)

And if you feel me put your hands up

Hood

My hood niggas can you stand up

(I'm so hood)

And if you ain't from here you can walk it out

(the king of the streets and the gods of the

hood)

You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about

(Busta bust bitches)

I'm so hood

[Verse 3 Busta Rhymes]

See all i know is that i got to get my money

Again and again

top down

Let the money blow in the wind

with bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat

Where the doo be wrapped head full of bobby pins

You know I keep the thing when i walk

see the dialect

Different from the slang of my talk

Baby still living got a crack in front of another bad bitch that will

Boost for the spot

I'm used to leaving the strip last

Hustling until the sun comes up getting cash

So much bread in all of my coat pockets

It looks like a nigga got tits with an ass

And from the DNA in my blood

Niggas idolize me and

Try to do what I does

And if the other nigga ain't really hood

You can easily die

tell who that fake nigga was (Hood)

And even though I split a little rap

Got Niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack

Violator, i send a nigga to do it just to make you spend a lot of money

just to get your shit

back

Yall niggas know where I'm from

And I rep it to the fullest until the day that I'm done

So hood where we live if a nigga sold drugs and he rich momma

still proud of her son

[Verse 4 (Big Boi)]

Fatty Fat Stacks

So hood like the Cadillac

On the mint full of my babalance

Call an ambulance

To come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance

They try to dance with a devil in the pale moonlight

Advance on the level that they can't do right

Lay hands on a fellow like the man in blue lights

Woop, woop

Do it twice

You're boy the B - I - G

I'm nicer than mc in your top three

You cocky?

I cock, Squeeze

Bust them things not you sloppy

Speed it up,slow it down,then screw it

Don't bite the flow because I got that blew it

Run through the crew or some whole other new shit

Newness bitch we do this

[Chorus T-Pain (Lil Wayne)]

I'm so hood (remix)

And if you feel me put your hands up

Hood

My hood niggas can you feel me I'm so hood

And if you ain't from here you can walk it out (up out)

You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Weezy)

I'm so hood

[Verse 5 (Lil Wayne)]

I'm so Hollywood, New Orleans

Lilweezyana

home sweet home depot

you will need a hammer

it go down like frasier

I ain't talking Kelsey grammer

I be shitting on your boys I need an alka-seltzer sandwich

Since I heard Plies I done brought the phantom back

Went and got me a 52 inch

Maybach

I'm eating like a big dog

I'm so full, I'm so good

I'm so straight, you so fake

I'm so real I'm so hood

[Verse 6 (Fat Joe)]

Yeah nigga

Welcome to the crack house

I should own a McDonalds

The way I bring the mac's out

I'm from the hood where every nigga lies

Flip a couple grams

they tell you the baking pies shit

Still got my name carved in that central bookin'

Gave that pussy a scar and told her good lookin'

You's a crack baby that means your momma paid me

You can't even blame me that's what the hood made me

[Verse 7 (Baby)]

Martin Luther King (MLK)

Callio, Magnolia, Melphimine

Gettin that Money with a triple beam

See rattle cry your Josephine

Saints is my team

that's what we breathe nigga

that's how we eat

get this money on the streets nigga

V L my street blood

5 star G blood

Fly as a bird

Got these eagles on my seat blood

Then hit back where I'm staying

Third war we get that cake

Thirteen is where I lay

shots out to MIA

[Verse 8 (Rick Ross)]

More money more problems

Don't call me conceited

Just call me the boss

Always got watch you needed

MIA you're so hot

But my neck got the fever

If you sneeze you get shot

Gun play make em' belivers

I just bought me a ranch

Watch the hundred stacks

No those ain't Rolex diamonds

What you done to that?

You fools fougasie

My fools from Haiti

I move some daily

It's a movie baby

Hood

Strange Clouds AZ Lyrics By B.o.B Feat Lil Wayne

Strange Clouds AZ Lyrics By B.o.B Feat Lil Wayne

Well, if you guessin' it's me, you guessed correctly

I just stay with a stallion, you would swear I was an equestrian

I hit her with that pipe, call that Nancy Kerrigan

Stay on the greenest greens, call us vegetarians

You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally

I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is

The way I ride on the beat man

I be in the street it's done so effortlessly

Yeah, so these niggas can't sleep on me,

there's no Inception in this bitch

I'm top chef, you top ramen, I'm top shelf

No last call, to the bartender, what you got left?

Pour it up, don't stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah

All night we celebrate, cause we everywhere and you not there

Ha,

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

(That's how we do it)

And all we do it light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

(That's how we do it)

And all we do it light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

Blue jeans, I'm faded, mindin' my own data

Smokin' on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger

It's Tunechi Lee you bitch you, you hot as an igloo

Kick back on that glock, call that Ju Jitsu

Hello World, I'm with a yellow girl, number 2 pent?

These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you

My nigga, all day, all night, half pipe

I dive in that p-ssy, yeah I belly flop, I jackknife and shit

And tell my homies that I say its a party

Got that tech for technical difficulties

I'm top dog, you top ramen, I'm top dog

Piru, gangsters, outlaws

(Young mula Baby)

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

(That's how we do it)

And all we do it light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

(That's how we do it)

And all we do it light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

Well aint no question, yes, it's B.o.B yes definitely

Up in the studio, I got on my necessities

If you want that real shit, you made the right selection

I'm Decatur til I die, yes, I rep that definitely

They say I'm a celebrity, what the f-cks a celebrity?

I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection

And I, say its a curse but it's emotionally a blessing

To a nigga from the hood tryna aim for the top

But I don't even need no directions

I just wake up and then I roll up the purp

These niggas wake up on my dick

At least have some breakfast first

Nigga keep your nourishment first and your mind on my lyrics

Cause what you hoping to accomplish I already did it bitch

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

(That's how we do it)

And all we do it light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

Money To Blow AZ Lyrics By Birdman Feat Lil Wayne

Money To Blow AZ Lyrics By Birdman Feat Lil Wayne

[Drake]

I am on a 24 hour champagne diet

Spillin while i'm sippin it

Encourage you to try it

I'm probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it

The club owner supply it

Boy i'm on that fly shit

I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be

Guess what i made it

I'm the muthaf-cking man

I just want you to see come take a look

Get a load of this n-gga

Quit frontin on me

Don't come around and try come gas me up

I like runnin on E

I, I, I,

Im on my Disney shit goofy flow

On records i'm captain hook and my new car is roofio

Damn

Where my roof just go

Im somebody that you should know

Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for

Yes i make mistakes that i don't ever make excuses for

Like even girls that love me and Constantly seducing hoes

I'm losing my thoughts i say damn

Where my roof go?

Top slipped off like Janet at the super bowl,

I got em

[Chorus]

they can't help it, and I can't blame 'em

Since I got famous but b-tch, I got money to blow

Im gettin it in, letting these bills fall

All over your skin

Got money to blow oh oh oh oh

[Birdman]

Richer than the richest

We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business

Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store

And later get served

We smoked out with no roof on it

Them people passin so we smash on them

Ballin out we keep the cash on deck

Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V-set

Louie lens iced out with the black diamonds

Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider

No lie i'm higher than i ever been

Born rich born uptown born to win

Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz

Candy paint foreign lights with my b-tch in

Born hustlin too big n-gga to strive me up

Cant stop me more money burn em up

[Chorus]

[Weezy]

When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power

Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower

I don't have to worry because everything ours,

and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers

That kush I promise Thats My Dude

But we don't smoke that Reggie Bush

And I'm with two women make you take a second look

We poppin like Champagne Bottles But We Never Shook

and We Goin Be Alright If We Put Drake On Every Hook

[Chorus]

Bring It Back AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Bring It Back AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Mannie Fresh]

Ladies and gentlemen,

People with jobs,

People without jobs,

Middle class,

Upper class,

High class, all dat,

Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,

Elderly people and twerkers

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out

Do da hump.

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]

Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son

Of a Stunna, (yep)

High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no)

Weezy F da reverend preach about me I'm da god 1-7 apple and E

Cash Money Makaveli

Yall aint ready, Quick fast like Tom Petty,

Ya'll just petty

82' I was born ready,

I'm too ready,

Ya'll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy

Meatball Lamborghini,

Top spaghetti,

Seats Ragu,

Uh 20 da shoe,

Ohh me and you got plenty to do,

I don't need no pool I'm swimmin in you,

And I sleep with da sharks,

Shorty on da water water,

And I be ma 840 mama,

Shake sumfin fo' me,

And it dont make sense if it don't make dat money,

Ima take dat money

Im straight cash money

[Mannie Fresh]

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out

Do da hump.

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]

I take off my brim,

Moment of silence for my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)

Frontin roun' here will get ya back dropped off,

We do our own thing

We dont act like yall

I say black white walls wit da back wiped off

Ah, ya'll lil' bustas just a tax write off

I'm a stand up guy, not da type dat

Fall

We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine

Yup, Weezy da dime homie

read between da line,

If you can't boy, read ma nine,

I'm goin hard in da paint like diesel time,

Either I'm

da illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin it

I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it,

pall barer is movin it,

Dead flow I'm through with it

I'm da SHH,

Na, na, I'm sewer rich

Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!!

[Mannie Fresh]

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out

Do da hump.

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne]

I'm old school gangsta,

A Mack like 80's,

I look like Cita but act like Baby

You play with me I'll react like da Navy,

Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon' need dem fo' me, yep

And ya head is a bleepin' target,

You don't want me to see you with my peekin tarus,

Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans,

Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets, yep

Country boy there's sumfin foreign,

Bout a hundred thousand

More than what your in

Your not BOUT IT,

y

Ou freeze up like popsicles,

Pop up on bicycles,

Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle

Original HOT BIZZLE,

Still Lil' Wanye but da dividends not LIL,

Yeah, don't be suprised how da crown fit em,

Uhh get down, uhh get down,

Man I'm gettin frustrated

[Mannie Fresh]

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out

Do da hump.

Put ya hands on ya knees

And bend ya rump,

Put ya back in,

Back out do da hump,

[Lil Wayne]

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)

I bring it back to da bottom of da

[Lil Wayne talking]

Uhh, da best rapper alive,

Since da best rapper retired,

(uhh yeh yeh yeh)

Da best rapper alive,

Since da best rapper retired,

Knockout AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Knockout AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

(Lil Wayne)

Uhh,

Yeahh,

Uh ohh,

Yehh,

Hey Barbie, ah, ah, ah, are you into black men?

He- hey hey hey Barbie! I can be your black ken

Wow! cause' once you go black, you never go back

She wore her hair black, with curls in the back

Then she threw that ass back, back, back

Then I fell to the mat, and after that

Everything went black!!!

(Nicki Minaj Chorus)

Baby 1, 2, 3

Tell em get the referee

Cause he can, get the knockout

If the telephone rings

Its emergency

Cause he can, get the knockout

Get the knockout

(Lil Wayne)

Hey Barbie, can I call you Barbara? haha

Hey Barbie! can I call you tomorrow, and today?

Cause' once you go black, you never go back

And once you go Wayne , everybody else is whack

She threw that ass back, back, back, then I fell to the mat

And after that everything went black!

(Nicki Minaj Chorus)

Baby 1, 2, 3

Tell em get the referee

Cause he can, get the knockout

If the telephone rings

Its emergency

Cause he can, get the knockout

Get the knockout

(Nicki Minaj)

Awe fuck it

Give me that damn bucket

Wh-when I throw this pussy

You better not start duckin

Oh yo

He-head on with the blow

Lo-look out in the crowd

And everybody's yellin NO!

Grab him by his locks

And give us a good box

Hit him below the belt

I wanna give him good top

Top, top

Give him good top

Hit him below the belt

I wanna give him good top

1,2,3

They yellin 1,2,3

I done hit him with that motherfuckin court two piece

Tell em, tell em to mop out

To late to cop out

Give him more head than tupee's like I locked out

(Nicki Minaj Chorus)

Baby 1, 2, 3

Tell em get the referee

Cause he can, get the knockout

If the telephone rings

Its emergency

Cause he can, get the knockout

Get the knockout

(Lil Wayne)

So just knock me out

So just knock me out

Yea

Just knock me out

So just knock me out

Just knock me out

Just knock me out

Just knock me out

Just knock me out

Sky's The Limit AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Sky's The Limit AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,

Young Money, Cash Money,

This is,

Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me,

You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,

Most likely I'm gonna die with my finger on the trigger,

They tell me don't get high, and i should try to make a living,

I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing

My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet,

I let my bitch bag it, if she spill it, Imma kill her,

I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos,

And fuck you, hospital, young money, we the illest,

And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,

My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,

Self made G, and them bitches know the business.

Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,

And when I was 5, my favorite movie was "The Gremlins"

Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,

You looking for divine and the little intervention,

And them birds don't fly, without my permission,

I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,

Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,

See my world is different,

Like Dwayne Wayne,

And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing,

And you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,

Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,

Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit

'Cause the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

And if you look high, you see that I'm gonna be in it

The sky is the limit,

Buck Ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it,

Switching lanes faster than she switch subject,

Tell a bitch don't talk to me,

And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free,

And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap,

'Cause I'm the type to let money talk for me,

My flow is art, unique,

My flow can part a sea,

The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,

By any means, and you're just sardine,

I got the 40 cal. tucked in my p.r.ps.,

What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,

And majority of my city is routers,

They tried to make a brand new map without us,

But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,

And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,

And I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,

Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,

Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

And I'mma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

Because the sky is the limit,

Yeah, the sky is the limit,

And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,

Cause the sky is the limit,

And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,

Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,

Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the living room sofa,

(that's fucked up, ha ha)

And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,

Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,

Mail it to your mom, put a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)

And I'm a G,

And you ain't gotta know the alphabets to see,

I know my whole city is depending on me,

And I forget a lot of shit, but I can not forget the streets,

So you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,

Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger,

Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it

And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,

Because the sky is the limit,

Yeah, the sky is the limit,

And If you look high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,

'Cause the sky is the limit,

They tell me don't get high, and not to try to make a living,

I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing

'Cause the sky is the limit,

Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,

Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,

The sky is the limit,

If you don't know nothing about it, the sky is the limit.

Cash Money Millionaires AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Cash Money Millionaires AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne]

Keep pimpin [4x]

[Lil Wayne]

Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin

[Verse 1]

I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front

One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt

I'm getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad

If you lookin for that holla at ya boy

I'm a ma ma mack mack

A pi pi pimp

I spi spi spi spit out shrimp

I pull out clean

I get out limp

I walk like li li li limp

I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi

The best player on my team when i ball women cheer

And they love the way i come out with the gear

Check out theese shoes don't come out this year

So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year

Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here

And that ain't fair and i don't care

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 2]

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe

She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain't getin that loot

And if you ain't got no money she ain't getin at you

I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you

Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop

Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne

Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes

Say bye to lames don't but they game

If he don't score in the first half bench his ass

If you play wit my money i'ma lynch ya ass

Like john lynch and shit don't tempt me bitch

Wipe me down cuz i'm filthy rich

If getin money a crime then i'm guilty bitch

And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a mothafuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 3]

Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck

Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus

I got ladies for days i got women for months

Leave ya girl at home i made 21

I got that thang on chrome blades 21

I got them thang inside make me empty one

Pull it over to the side by a preety one

Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me

My diamonds bling my weed is rap

Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack

If pimpin is dead then i'm bringin it back

Matter of fact it never died so i take that back

If your shoes too small shawty take that back

Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back

And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i'm so fly watch out for

The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

Miss My Dawg AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Miss My Dawg AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

[Lil' Wayne]

yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah

this is the carter muthafucka

yeah

and in my building, imma must keep it real

[Lil' Wayne]

man i miss the times we would shine

you would keep me on ya side

you would teach me how to ride

and you would teach me how to pry

then we get on the line and

go over our lines

we was in the same position

and thats when you change positions, shit

I'd neva change and i miss ya

and it's strange, but i'd neva forget ya

though that ain't you in those pictures on me

and i know that aint you dissin on me

thats why i, neva replied and neva will

just let it live for me

if you eva died, i swear to god i got 'cha kids on me

whats mine, is theirs, i got a kill for me (and yeah)

we still a army in this bitch, homie

ya Cash Money still the shit, homie, shit homie

whats really real is you feelin me, nigga

that Hot Boy shit, still in me nigga, word to kickety nigga

and i aint got time to speak the history

i miss you and i know you missin' me

Jizzle

[Chorus 2x]

Man I miss my dawg

many nights club hoppin'

many nights we were blowin' trees

many nights we were hustlin'

Man I miss my dawg

me and you through thick and thin

me and you to the very end

for only you i would sin again

[Lil' Wayne]

And i remember when you came to the cliq

i had already made my name in the cliq

when you got fame, was the shit

i got my soulja rag and dang for my shit

i was fine just used to hang witchu' shit

and i banged to the boogie, bang bang wit cha cliq

and i ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me (shiit)

but i rose to my feet, played the bose with the heat

at the chose while you performed and posed

i was waitin' for a nigga to jump

see i was patient, but i was ready to duck

cuz you my brother, Jut

real G's never buckle up

but every family ain't filled wit gangsta's thats real

and thats real and i would neva turn my back

or turn you down, even if you turn around, mothafucka

but history is history,i miss you and i know you missin' me

Juve

[Chorus 2x]

Man I miss my dawg

many nights club hoppin'

many nights we were blowin' trees

many nights we were hustlin'

Man I miss my dawg

me and you through thick and thin

me and you to the very end

for only you i would sin again

[Lil' Wayne]

You was,

my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt

my main mothafuckin man Turk

my brotha, my partner

i was teacher, he was father

i skilled, He schooled

we chilled, we moved

we thug, we hung

we ate, we slept

we lived, we died

i stayed, you left

remember how we played to the death

and we stayed outta trouble

cuz we stayed to ourself

'member Slim, we believed in

hand them keys ova to me

now to go uptown

we went straight to the 'gnolia

while i watched you reunite wit cha souljas

ya momz and brotha while i lie to tha stunna

yea, those were the times my brotha

now I recognized real and i honor my brotha

yea, nigga so march my brotha

this squads my brotha

nigga you left behind my brothas

[Chorus 2x]

Man I miss my dawg

many nights club hoppin'

many nights we were blowin' trees

many nights we were hustlin'

Man I miss my dawg

me and you through thick and thin

me and you to the very end

for only you i would sin again

Loud Pipes AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Loud Pipes AZ Lyrics By Lil Wayne

(Big Tymers)

Mannie: Wha, Wha, Yea.. Yea..

Baby: Without a doubt...

Mannie: All true...

Baby: Say it.. I mean, since you love to shine...

(Big Tymers... Fresh..) (Tymers...)

Mannie: Yea, Yea, Yea...

Baby: (Big Diamonds... Big Tymers...)

Mannie: Yea, Yea...

Mannie (of Big Tymers):

I put 'Cris stains on private planes, cause it's my jet,

Nigga, money ain't shit cause my rottweilers drink 'Moet.

Diamond baugette bracelets.. for my lovers...

Playa, I use 'Cristal to lubricate rubbers...

Who got, shit on his wrist that cost three nickel?

Who got, the project on lock when that nigga slangin' pickle?

Who got a, benz, a prowler--playboy--and a 'Vette..

Tell the truth, who fucked ya' on the same night when we met?

Now, who got baby mama's from N.O. to New York?

Who got, every bitch attention in this muthafucka' when he talk?

Now who the fuck we talkin bout, look--Ya'll don't know?

I'll give you a hint... See that bitch you with? He fucked that ho.

Now look here, ya'll aint seen my watch? It's like Harlem World video,

White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I dont know..

Shorty, whens the next time Im'a be up in your bed,

I love you? You love me? Well go head on, and give me some head...

Juvenile: (Chorus 2x)

Loud pipes, Big rims,

Whodi, that's our life..

When we pull up at the club,

Sorry, that's our night..

I know a lot of haters out there,

Sayin, that that's not right..

But our diamonds are much bigger,

So, that's our life..

Baby (of Big Tymers): No doubt, Juve'! Lah-lah...

I told Sol, "I need somethin' with some hell of a ice," (Ice...)

Nigga came back with a hell of a price.. (Price...)

That ain't nothin, these ho's doin' hell'a wrong.. (Violatin')

Callin' these niggas on our cell phone, (Violatin')

Bitch ridin' Benz on twenty-inch chrome, (Chrome..)

Gimme the key, the car ho, and the alarm... (All my shit..)

For my Prowler, my Jag, my Benz and my home, (Give it here...)

Bitch, you'll never ride twenty-inch chrome... (Neva' Neva' Neva')

I love to shine, that's why the choppa's mine, (Mine...)

Hit my block in my Benz, ho, with stretch tires, (Tires...)

Bought a new car that I couldn't drive, (Drive...)

Brought it to 'Tunes before a nigga could sign, (Sign right here...)

Now put the Bose system right behind my eyes, (Eyes...)

With the VC's and TV's, so a nigga could shine... (Shine...)

Let my ice **Bling Bling** like a nine to five, (Five...)

And tell all my ho's, they don't need no job (No job, whodi...)

Juvenile: (Chorus 2x)

BG: I ride the best..

From a Benz, to a Jag, to a Beamer, to a Lex,

Might fly first class on Delta, helicopter, or a jet,

I'm a stunna, I'm a reppa, G'zy like to shine,

Drink Don, Moet, and Crissy, that's the finest wine,

Twenty inches is the only thing I'll sit my shit on,

Dont bring ya' bitch around me, cause my dick she'll wanna sit on,

And I ain't gon' tell her nothin' different, that's ya issha, (Issue..)

But after she come back, your best out is not to kiss her,

Ho's sick, sayin' damn, look at Fresh pinky ring,

Look at BG watch, that bitch bling-aling-aling...

I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will never,

See me sportin' nothin that ain't 20 G's or betta,

Me and Wayne take the left, Juvy and Baby take the right,

It's dark in the room, we hold up our watches and it's light,

Cash Money Millionaires livin' a hell of a life,

Like my nigga Weezy said, "Surrounded by iceee..."

Juvenile: (Chorus 2x)

Lil' Wayne: Whoa... Whoa.. Whoa..

Now, I'm shinin, beamin, glossin, Big Tymin, stuntin, and flossin..

Lamborghini sit on broaders, with two more in my garages..

Plus, a blue and black Ferrari, with Nintendo and Atari,

Man, I swear the car is awesome.. Vroom! Sorry, we lost 'em..

I'm back, I pull up smellin' like dimesacks and 'Conyac..

I leave in a Hummer, hour lata' I'm flyin' back,

Sshhhhh..... private jet's about to land,

The women fall out when I let 'em touch my hand,

I get out the plane into a Mercedes-Benz van,

TV's all over with chrome twenty-inch fans,

Damn.. God - damn.. Man - I am.. L-I-L.. Weezy, off the heezy..

But still and all, ice floodin' out my watch,

And in my grill and all, Porche Box', run blocks,

SKRRT! Peelin' off, Me and Slim in a Rover,

Beatrice.. Brick holder, Cash Money young soldier... Whoa!

Juvenile: (Chorus 3x)

Juvenile:

Mmmmmmmmmmmm... Wheezy-Wee...

Cash Money Millionaires in this muthafucka,

Respect it, or check it!

My nigga, BG'zy, My nigga Mannie Fre'zy,

My nigga, Baby..

Fuck ya'll rest of ya'll niggas..

Ya heard me?