Lyrics:
in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here"
record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask lil' wayne
Ask judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol
and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay, shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
me a K
For Christmas I bought me a Nine
If I see that lil boy he dying
Ay, I got a bad lil' ho
She gon' shake that cake
Yeah I know the lil' bitch she
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z
[Big Gipp talking]
Hello what's happening world?
Yo this Big Gipp I've been called down
By Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
To tell you what's really
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
A Stripper" like T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the club like Lis' Raye
Makin' niggas make it rain like Lil Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rollin' that pole
I ain't
contracts nigga
y'all doing good lil' one
I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
repping it
No one was there I was down bad and desperate
Underground King brodie rest in peace pimp c
Bitch I got juice like im minute maid simply
I come
him
Or his throat from him, these lil niggas? (Pay attention)
Thinking they fresh, get whipped out your clothes, youngin
I got it all, but I'll beat
scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still
[Pimp C]
Comin through, bumpin' screw, blowin' sweet red hair
Dickey's slippin' I ain't trippin it's a family affair
If ya click ain't brandin'
on the way she so fly Concorde plane
If my city's New Orleans you can call me Lil Wayne
Battle at the Rap Olympics like Attack of the Clones
Whisky for your
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
I'm a pimp
Sex so good, have you walkin' with a limp
You'll never see Mike in the role of a simp
But if you don't wanna fuck that's a sin go repent
Uh,
bitches
Know what I'm talkin bout
(Pimp C)
Stankin bitches say I hiside
Cause I pass by
Don't smoke my fuckin weed wit em
Don't let em sit
shit - [repeat 2X]
We wild out in the club
Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]
[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo'
Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on the wall brain spilla
Grave filla
Who me untamed gorilla
I be thugged out
Dead bodies drugged out
Throw
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