Lyrics:
You'll lend wings to my words
Somewhere when the band is gone
And the music of my song
Is just right for lovers.
You're what I want more than
hood (Miami Dade County)
Them boys will put you down on your knees (305)
Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em)
That's the sound
Well at noon you may hear the neighbours fussin'
When a kid breaks a window pane
And at night - and at night you may be wakened
By the sound
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
Do you promise to love and respect
a verb from a noun
They're the nicest kids in town
Roll Call!
I'm Amber!
Brad!
Tammy!
Fender!
Brenda!
Sketch!
Shelley!
I.Q.!
Lou Ann!
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
Minnesota
My flavor will burn their ears
Awhen it comes to music this sir is no stranger
Is the same kids you compliment
The same ones that you were
the curse words
'Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfu-
(Your mother) (your parents)
And these kids are like parrots
They run around
out like a pelican do you think that you’re relevant
I’ll rape you like a cash cow that’s the role of a president
Yea I’m Broadway, it’s an odd day, if
to construct the individual sounds that we're going to use
To do this we can, if we like, go to these sound generators here
Electronic generators
And we'll
you’re soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not before the kid leave the basement
The basement, put
from where you bust
In God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
While
the underwater, make it from the slaughter
Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
Some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance
We're not treated equally
There's extremists on every side
And you should just do your best to live life
And let other people believe whatever they
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
mmmmm[Chorus:]
Yeah I play my music LOUD!
I betcha you feel me coming down the block
The thunder in the trunk gon' knock
You know I play my music
So, Lil Wayne, what's your motivation?
Is that really a question? (Yeah, shorty)
Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You
of darkness
And now my door, it stands open
I'm inviting everyone in
We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink until the morning comes
That's what we're gonna do
Doodoorific!!
Oh your soooo
Doodoorific!!
Hah Sooo
Doodoorific!!
And you are so fly but what is that stench and I think you are high do not talk to my kids
I know you niggas ain't fuckin' with me
[Chorus]
How dare these niggas try to fuckin' hate on me
Come out and make records sound just like me
'cause time will tell
Got a date with destiny
She's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it
I
beloved, we're gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
Do you promise to love and respect all of the real niggas
the Player's Club
Guaranteein all wins like Broadway Joe
And if you ain't heard, act like you know
That the, beast from the East is comin for his piece of pie
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
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