Lyrics:
Bitch, you could get left, so bitch, get me right, you gotta impress me
Lil' bitch walking 'round with her titties out like she gon' breastfeed
Police
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
Uh-huh, uh
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh
And Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
is, "Hykeem broke"
And head to the ground when I walk in school
Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
Granny, I won't abide by the rules
I shall
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
the baddest, my spliff is the fattest
I'm livin' so lavish
Gotta patch a lil' kid tryna' get at this cabbage
My pinky ring a "v" eight, I filled it with carrots
niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga
Throwback sneakers and my new chains (Woo)
Suicidal if my contract was like Lil' Wayne's
Body droppin', every week you in a new gang (Woo)
Volkswagen
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
We bustin' out of your speaker (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah,
Rule number one
If you ever tell a lie then you gone
Rule number Two
Don't stab me in my back and do me wrong
Rule number Three
The love you got for
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us
Them hos broke the rule
They gonna get got
Feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even
out, I'm Lil Wayne
I got all these shiny chains and swag
Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy
With that basic swag you need
To buy all this ice, this bling
yolo
We stompin bompin it
We bodied i stamp it
Pass by i clamp it
Reckon the hights then i ramp it
Get a understanding
Bitch im not standing
Moss like
yolo
We stompin bompin it
We bodied i stamp it
Pass by i clamp it
Reckon the hights then i ramp it
Get a understanding
Bitch im not standing
Moss like
all the swag might create a lil puddle
Tryna get money bags lil Wayne with the duffels
Everyday struggle
How many times I gotta say it
The game is my
dance in the headlights
All us boys just sing along
To a little bit of George Strait, some Lil Wayne
And some old Hank
We had enough gas in that tank
Tto
Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my-
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
apart
So darlin' don't go breakin' my heart (Don't go breakin' my heart)
[Lil Wayne (R&B Sample)]
Yeah! She say she love me won't leave me won't
none
Bitches be basic ion like none
He betraying hating stuck in they ways
Fuck out my face if you ain't getting paid
Get you some hustle lil n**** ya
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched,
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