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    "# Lil Wayne"
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    "import os             \n",
    "folder = \"./Data/Lil Wayne/\"\n",
    "folders = os.listdir(folder)\n",
    "#print(folders)\n",
    "\n",
    "txt_files = []\n",
    "\n",
    "for i in folders:\n",
    "    for j in (os.listdir(folder+'/'+i)):\n",
    "        txt_files.append(i+'/'+j)\n",
    "#print(txt_files)"
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    "import pandas as pd\n",
    "corpus = []\n",
    "\n",
    "for i in txt_files:\n",
    "    with open(folder+i,encoding='utf8') as f_input:\n",
    "        corpus.append(f_input.read())\n",
    "\n",
    "#print(corpus)"
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    "words_list = []\n",
    "\n",
    "for phrase in corpus:\n",
    "    words_list.append((str(phrase)).split())\n",
    "#print(words_list)"
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    "words_corpus = []\n",
    "for words in words_list:\n",
    "    for word in words:\n",
    "        words_corpus.append(word)\n",
    "#print(words_corpus)"
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      "172696\n"
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    "from collections import Counter\n",
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    "word_count = Counter(words_corpus)\n",
    "a = 0\n",
    "#print(word_count.most_common())\n",
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    "for i in word_count.most_common():\n",
    "    a += (i[1])\n",
    "print(a)\n",
    "#print(word_count.most_common())"
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      "17958\n"
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    "print(len(word_count.most_common()))"
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      "500 Degreez/500 Degreez Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Lil Wayne talking] It's the real shit, yeah 500 Degreez this time biotch Yes sir, you already know [Lil Wayne verse 1] You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack Bitch niggas where ya hearts at? They like, \"Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?\" I'm about to bring CMR back And all the lames, we done lost that And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back \"Its Weezy baby!\" The ballers back And the wheels on my car you got all of that Stop playing, I've been balling jack You don't want my Glock spraying - I hit all them cats You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats I get all them gats - Fresh and B it's all a rap! [Lil Wayne] Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there round Niggas get your cash up We probably need to clash up And shit got me 'bout ass up They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up - and guess what And I heard they got a nice chain And for the right price I'll bust the right brain And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling Riding through the city just me and my friend Friday night special, professional tight aim A gangsta is who you hearing Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling I'm more real than, I got more scrill than Got more skill than them there I'm a Cash Money Millionaire [Lil Wayne] Baby let me get the keys to the rover No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the after party Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party Don't go to rapper parties - I'm no rapper man But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam And all my people tote chrome - we some monsters man We gone mob to the promise land I bought big - I'm a Tymer man Son of a Stunna - still a girl fuck with a hustler! Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba Baby blue Mercedes Coupe - Got it bullet proof Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof Mr.  S-Fucking-Q - I'm the fucking truth Three stripes, maybe Nikes, lot of ice fucking ooohf!\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Believe That Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)] Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy) Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy) Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes All the niggas on the block that got that work to move [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth The hood still ain't got over the drout So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house Nigga we timin', the cost of my watch over ya house I'm a boss man, I watch over the South Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini) Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey You know we only, keepin it gangsta Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy This shit is over somebody cue me (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne) You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man I played on Martin, call me hustle, man And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or High with water, how do you want it man Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned (Chorus)\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Big Tigger Live On The Radio 2 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W. B. I. T. C. H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin {Caller)-hello {Big Tigger}-yo {caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit {Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? {caller}yeah u know wut I mean ain't nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha f**kin helicopters come from the f**kin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the f**kin earth {Big Tigger}-yeah he ain't bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Big Tigger Live On The Radio Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Big Tigger] - A u lockdown ta the south to W. B. I. T. C. H were the w stands fo wah! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin' [Caller] - Hello [Big Tigger] -Yo [Caller] - Yeah man check this shit out I went to the concert last night you know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit [Big Tigger] - Roc master rashed? [Caller] Yeah you know wut I mean ain't nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody you know tvs fell down mutha fuckin' helicopters come from the fuckin' sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin' money every goddamn were but you know rashed mandat nigga you know put countryness in rappin' he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin' earth [Big Tigger] - Yeah he ain't bringin' that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ah heh\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Bloodline Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] The streets make the hustlas Hustlas make the world go round The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas See how shit come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it See how shit come back round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen And my J butter put more 'd' on me Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz And you know I put the mags on that . 45 mack with the flash on that Who want it Everybody sing along [Hook x2] Now I'mma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'mma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete [Verse 2] And when I move, I move out with the raw I move out with the squad To his album we ride we so mob I throw lives and lowest to live For my loaf of bread the people's player I did what the culture said And I live by La Costra Nostra said Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled I'm pumping o's with lots of hay I'm so high and really I don't even know why And oh I just go buy a whole house And lay my mat down lay her back down But I never put my mack down You see the thug in me You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B If you want it then come to me I'm right here [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I'm G'd up Only follow the code of the streets Live bad to die good Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food But just so I can eat And ain't it a bitch And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich And you probably can see me for some crack before six And after that it's all bricks A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam I skate with the bomb I'm asking you don't play with me at all Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints Cuz I did and do shit that's better than new shit Fit for two clips The kid is a nuisance Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music And the Blueprint Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit Like ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez [Hook x2]\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Fly Talkin Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Ladies and Gentleman We've got a young man tonight that started out with Cash Money And gonna finish with Cash Money Ya'll know him as Lil Weezy Off the Heezy, Fo Sheezy Better believe me And he is, Birdman Junior 500, 500, 500, Degreez, please Ain't that some lovely shit? Bitch Keep coughin, he cough too much Wipe em down, I wipe em down It's 500 motherfucker I tell you, this summer is on lockdown Handlin' business, taking care of baby mammas Takin' care of bustas, takin' care of pimps I love them hoes, I love them hoes I pimp a bitch, 500 Degreez nigga\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Fo Sheezy Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more I'm good with a pina, daq and an o Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat Still packing fo sho Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini That's why I keep the federals scheming That's why I keep the platinum blinging Every diamond's like a nice size I help people with problems look at the bright side With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high And the rims born in '79 Weezy carry the nine Glocks Slipping they gon have to get six niggas name called carry a pine box Marry me ma, not But here's what you can do to me Give me good brains tutor me W-E-E-Z-Y Wee [Hook x4] They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy Banana clip on the heater Banana whip on them sneakers Banana dick going deeper [Verse 2] Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n Got your girl undercover like a detective woman I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach And the pistols right next to him cousin I'm a player having sex with dozens Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands My pants is down her dress is up Her head down and her neck is tough She suck till I say, \"That's enough!\" We fuck till her ass fractured up And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff Am I a mack or what Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch Are you modeling ma She got her own whip so you following ma She said she like that squad shit So oh you swallowing ma She said she like that hot dick Well miss I got three bricks and two pills pop One blunt mami let's roll And understand, I know what my name is, right Bitch say it W-E-E-Z-Y Wee [Hook x4] [Verse 3] I'm so gangsta If she don't go down no thank you I got so many bitches so ain't ya Got so many pictures of Ben Franklin High top tennis on the car cover of the whole game cold Fuck it up with me niggas come from all angles Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled White tee-fish at Kango Low top Nikes plus my ho pop Nikes How exciting we riding in the third lane Said she like Juvy but prefer Wayne She can give me head Call her birdbrain on everything It's Young Weezy cuz I be golly My neck more colorful then Nelly, Murph, Ky, Ali I'm so cold deep Low seats in the old drop blow reef Like no cops could fuck with this Swiftly no tops on the whippy Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me Now I'ma, I'mma ask you again You know my name right bitch Bitch say it [Hook x2] [Outro] W-E-E-Z-Y Wee Bitch holla!\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Fuck You Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Lil Wayne] Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle I get sums in lumps, like measles My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you And for that cheddar, hungry niggas'll eat you We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes Bitches yell I wanna do those guys Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo' I'm 19 and I got banked at O That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo' If your fuckin with the dude Bitch I'm from Cash Money Records, Fuck You [Hook x8] Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you [Mannie Fresh] Chains, knives, guns that's us The slogan is \"we will bust\" The rules our this our side Cross it young nigga and you will die Pumps, riot guns, even 25's Cash Money got this, don't even try it Stay where you from, don't bring no static If not, then semi-automatic This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us Guaranteed to leave yo' ass up under the bus There's no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor [Hook x4] [Baby] Fo' sho' nigga I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12 Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall Jaguar floors and fuck all yall BMW lights, projectors to watch fights Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it [Hook x8]\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Gangstas and Pimps Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm That just burn baby, burn baby, burn Pop open a malt liquor Smoke something until your scalp gets killed [Hook x2] Gangstas and pimps Love lobsters and shrimps Kool-Aid and chicken Flashy things and women All I need Is Remy and weed Somebody not afraid To co-sign for my Escalade [Lil Wayne] I'm just pimping Baby you got a rule for me Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me Hey you gotta get high and go low for me It's Cash Money young money never know money It's 500 Degreez it's not four buddy And the dro got me so scummy And to drum hole a whole hundred Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy Hehe, man Weezy's a legend You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel And he be on a level that's so terrific I'm in this bitch hold your pictures And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it This is game at its finest homie Peep it [Hook] [Baby] See I was born from a gangsta Pa gave me a whip Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents One of a kind Birdman I shine 22's on it? The bitch ain't mine I taught her the game ma I gave it all to her Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him [Lil Wayne] The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna [Baby] Mannie Fresh Jazze Phezzy this our summer 500 Degreez got rich off the four Cadillac slant back cut side elbow Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho Flash from hard times from that coke and dope Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks We eat lobster and shrimp Nigga park that Lambo I'm a V. I. P.  nigga Pop bottles of Mo I pray that one day I'll open a better door [Hook] [Lil Wayne] Ain't no mountain high enough To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff And the Eastside where we pump It's my part of New Orleans Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho It's big pimping over here man yeah man If she looking for a daddy see the lil man Weezy Baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby Slick when I spit shit right 26-inch got a deep-dish ma Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly Weezy I, hell yeah And I'm rolling with them [Hook x2]\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Get That Dough Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook - Baby (Cristale)] (Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon (Get that dough) Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro (Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo (Get that dough) Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro [Lil Wayne] I pull up slow, chrome flashin Lil daddy in a long Cabbi Big hat pimp strong daddy Got my hoes on my arm daddy Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro Earthly green, purple weed, purple V With purple seats, murck the streets And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back ho I know ya will, get ya ass over here And take off my polar bear I'm the coldest player of most my age Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old And shorty got crazy paper Cash Money's my army, my navy paper Understand, Weezy is made of paper I got \"Baby\" paper [Cristale] Floss our bitch, or get tossed out Stunna time criss-crossed out Birdman the bad bitches bossed out So fly nigga we dont walk out Time to get Nina Rossed out I'mma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out What's the muthafuckin talk bout Get you niggas chalked out Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout [Baby] You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy) I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand See I come through shinin, known big tymin Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin [Tateeze] I come Harley D, black bike all chrome Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from [Baby] See I'mma slide on through, then I stash the loot Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do [Tateeze] Got the suit you to wear some pumps on Matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard [Baby] I jock that, so wipe a nigga down Let's dribble on a ho, bitch time to go [Tateeze] The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot The groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these You got me, can I get the car keys [Baby] See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a ho And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor Rocked out Nexus 2K bird ho, Wooo!\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Go Hard Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet Gator seats polar bear floors I faithfully hold to pimp whores You ate with me and you gon get yours This eight with me that's bullets through doors Got haze in me now I'm so tall Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more And now or later I'm major player I ball right I need an agent player Ay ma you tight you need to page a player That's so tonight you can taste a player I got the burner on the waist if you flinching My shit turning on 28-inches My shit burning like 500 plus And this album's a three permer and a clutch [Hook] 24/7 (Yes, sir) I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard) Not here [Verse 2] I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain Bang my thing till no more lane remain Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop The Birdman my daddy and we fly south And we don't go to work man we get work out And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought Niggas is selling and you should be buying Niggas is telling and you should be dying Niggas is yelling Cash Money till they kill me C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me [Hook] [Verse 3] You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop I got ya slick this my year don't knock Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot I never drove factory and I don't own stock I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah [Hook till end]\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Look At Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dudes money too young Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes [Verse 1] It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman Jr. , huh Four was mild but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big Glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cuz I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy Somethin' on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and leave your broad at home she get took Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book [Hook] [Verse 3] Some call me Weezy But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays Forget it I'mma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze So move over what you say shortie We could do rent pussy Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas And beating went to the A Eat with Jazze Pha But yeah I'm on my way Cuz I know he got that hay Hey little mami You a ghetto fire tin You come to my post on the island Come on that chronic He-he empty vodka bottles I be high he be drunk that my roll model I rolls by you with my seat reclining When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding Cash Money what you hollering, huh [Hook]\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Rob Nice Live On The Radio Lyrics Summary\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Way Of Life Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Lil Wayne] Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins Hit the mall wit my girlfriends, dish out ends Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it Copped baby girl what she desired It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar Know'n what I got up in my styrofoam cup - that purple stuff It was given to me at birth to stunt So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups [Baby] Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens Car show in New York, y'all know who wins It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me? [Hook: TQ] Baby, I'm a stunna I ain't gon change it Don't. [Baby] Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoes Royal blue jag on 'em 22's Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame All these, naked women that pop champagne And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James If you know my name then you know my game [Lil Wayne] It's lil whoadie from the hot block with serious flow Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me broke But, y'all don't hear me though Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's Word, rims poking out the side of the err Glock, have ya ribs poking out the side of your shirt I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf [Hook: TQ] Baby, I'm a stunna I ain't gon change it Don't. Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though We smoke stinky stinky dro And we don't cop them incy wincy o's And we don't stop, nah, we blow Fuck the pee-ple Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo Birdman, my Paw so that make me go. [Baby] See they think cause I stay English turn That stunna don't ever OZ to burn I go in each over and ball like a dog Me and my niggs ball like a dog Cars on my streets, all on the lawn Ice in my teeth, all on my arm Tats in my face, my back and my arm [Hook: TQ] Baby, I'm a stunna I ain't gon change it Don't. [Outro: Mannie Fresh] Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life See, I'm a Bro-fessional - you a rookie Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy That's some serious shit Oh yeah, believe that Who we rollin wit?\n",
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      "500 Degreez/What Does Life Mean To Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Baby! Ghetto biotch! What does life mean to me? Cars clothes an a lot of jewelry What does life mean to me? A fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty What does life mean to me? Drinkin', pimpin' an a whole lot of weed What does life mean to me? Every things right what we said, please believe me (Baby) Talkin'\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Where You At Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] All my niggas if you with me Where you at? Niggas if you with me Let me hear you say (oh!) Soldiers if you with me Let me hear you say (oh!) I come and do my thang and hold down my side Eagle Street man throw my set up high Weezy we gang call them boys that squad That squad, squad up! you know And we get a lot of dough on the strength of me Get a lotta dro on the strength of Fee Get a lot of blow But keep that on the D D what?. you know And oh you don't wanna fuck with a nigga 'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger Leave a nigga on the floor Truly I don't buck with you nigga Let my tooly talk, talk to you nigga Bitch man is an itch to a rich man whoa '20s on the six with the kicks sitting low Sticky in my swish man gasoline floor Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow Ya know! Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the Ass up high the front dip drip bam Mami like damn, Lil Wayne stop playing Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr I flip them birds man eighteen grand just order Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air I'm jumping out this atmosphere And I'm jumping in your bitch if she had a player Jumping in the painted thing on them dang-a-dangs You see the arm when I pass nigga bang-a-lang You now I'm armed we can mash man it ain't a thing You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla ain't a game I got a banana clip for all you orangutans Let's bang! It's young Weezy can't none see me dawg I get you done easy with one easy phone call And the sawed-off make your arms fall off Like a short sleeved polo, won't bother me no more Ice like strobe light, look like I'm moving slow mo' Ferrari look nice on low pro Yokohomas With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja Red-bone in the shower Hello! Pocahontas give a long stroke poke for hours Floating vagina hoe, I'mma holla Sold coke in the '90s, I'm honest man Nothing big maybe ounces, grams But I know how to double, and sometimes it's scams But I know to hustle, and some Glocks'll jam But I know how to bust 'em, and some drops'll slam All alloy buttons that's all stunting That boy's something Yeah!\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Worry Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] You gotta walk like a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like a (player) And get it like a (hustler) You gotta walk like a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like a (player) And get it like a (hustler) Because I won't let y'all worry me I got something chrome that I carry with me It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me I'm the seventeen don till they bury me [Verse 1] Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jr Stunting in the gray uh Shortie play your player Slick clean hey ya Fifteen riding with me spray ya You don't want no drama with me play fa Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking Plus my late pops still looking Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me And that's how Weezy Wee be And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo Knowing on my waist is the sizzo Weezy so hot Glock ten and a pistol Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential I stick to my mental Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple Forget I'm getting rich for a cent Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you 90 on the highway seeing what the whip do Cops get behind me they want see the whip too S-Q professor C-M-B alumni Everybody else fails except the young guy Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine I can't lose cuz I won mine Now run yourself [Hook] [Verse 3] I got five drinks with me And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe Three guns Two bitches And all I need is one knife And I bet you don't like C'mon we only get one life And if it's done right Freak a nigga might wife her You know S-Q galore low chop three striper I'm just trying to keep paper Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze Don't be a major cuz he greater Cheese gon feed Nate Brother it's keys or emceeing And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck And y'all don't starve me That shit could be bad for your heartbeat Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard Damn whore Yeah I know [Hook]\n",
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      "500 Degreez/Youngn Blues Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne - talking] I met her when I was young and she was younger With a body like woman so her age meant nothing I had to get her number After how she made them daisy dukes fit her all summer I'm wishing I could hit her all summer And all she ever wanted Was for young Weezy to love her But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her But that didn't come easy 'Cuz she ended up being my baby's mother And then I felt smothered but little did I know I'd never find the same girl inside another But I never thought that I'd be looking for her And I never thought that late at night When I'm in the mix. laying down with some chick That suddenly it'll click How this broad in my drawers dont know shit Bout what I did 'fore I was big When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be She screamed to me (What?) My love, my patience, my pain (OK) Nigga please [Verse One] I met her after the fame And she ain't even like me but I got her after the game Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang Made her into wifey and then reality changed It was going good. I was happy again But then things got rapidly strange And it had to be Wayne She was still a virgin What more could I ask from a dame But I was a bastard. I asked for the pain Now my ass in the rain And she got a new life. the picture flipped And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit) And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend We was freaking in the suite And she looked sweet enough to beat it up Till we began to sleep and I I'm dreaming 'bout the Victoria Secret lingerie Told me keep it. she ain't want moms to see it And just think I once saw it on the girl's body Now all I'm seeing is nobody [Verse Two] You see I never really ran, but no gentleman All I know is big pimpin' ma'am I'm just tryna be Weezy And the perfect husband just might be too hard to find in me, Weezy Baby girl you gotta work with ya boy 'Cuz all of that cursing it be hurting ya boy Look for the better not the worst in ya boy And maybe I can be ya boy. [Outro with Lil Wayne talking]\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Glory Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't Black your eye like will. i. am, you Willy Wonka That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa AK-47 my business partner, business is swell French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little gals Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails [Bridge] Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle' I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory [Verse 2] I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU Make everybody that knew you boo-hoo, I got them spooked too I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr.  Luther I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I'll sock it to her My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on My weed louder than underarms and car alarms Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? [Bridge 2] Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin' Lord, oh, Lord [Verse 3] Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy' Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory [Outro] Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus My tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin', my partner's ruthless My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em\n",
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      "Free Weezy/He's Dead Lyrics Summary\n",
      "(Kane is in the building, nigga) [Hook] I never see your crazy face Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that I never see your crazy face (Mula) Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name [Verse 1] Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden Red ants army, Caveman Spartan Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate I paved and carved it, made man forfeit Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen We not one and the same; Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain Ask how I'm livin'? I can't complain Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain Shit never sweet, him never changed I'll always be the MF'er Wayne I been lost conscious, I never regain Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lawd [Bridge 1] Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy Gone but not forgotten, no [Hook] I never see your crazy face (You don't see me, nigga) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no) I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no) I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no) I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) [Verse 2] Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin' Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin' I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough How long will they mourn me? I had a Rolls Royce Ghost Now I'm feelin' like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me We are not one and the same; I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked So fuck every key on your key chain, boy [Bridge 2] Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie I don't know if I'm comin' or goin', Lord, I'm undecided Throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten [Hook] (No) I never see your crazy face (Ohhh) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no) I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no, no) I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no, no) I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) I never see your crazy face Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that I never see your crazy face Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that\n",
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      "Free Weezy/I feel good Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Tunechi Baby (Hey!) [Verse 1] Uh, Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard And my girlfriend think she too much All she do is get pretty, I get shitfaced Don't we make a cute couple? To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks I got a posse full of hitters And a pocket full of \"In God We Trust\" It's been so long since I said \"It cost too much\" I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle And withdrawal sucks And dead presidents act immortal But I know you see money's not a problem Bal' like a butch bitch Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill Money in a shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes? Baby, I'm my own boss, \"Dwayne, you gon' get you fired!\" They think money grow on trees And as tall as they grew, I climbed Knock-knock \"Who's there?\" I told the bitch \"It's just money\" The road can get a lil bumpy So, on the low, I got that blow And ya nose gon' feel like a trumpet I'm goin home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa She get hard dick and McDonald's Cause she so tired of them Whoppers I fuck her good, so proper, she say my name in Opera I turn into a Piranha, then eat it like Tilapia She know I'm going through a lot So she say my name in Gospel No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper [Hook] And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah And I'm still hood, yeah Shoutout to my hood I was sick of stuntin' but I feel cured Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah And these hoes is no good, no good But I got a few, yeah These hoes is no good (no good) These hoes is no good (no good) But, fuck it, I got you, ah Fuck 'em I got you, ah [Outro] And I feel good Tunechi, baby (Hey!) I feel good, yeah Woo! Like diamonds on wood Woo, mmm, ow!\n",
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      "Free Weezy/I'm that N.... Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day nigga I ain't rushin' Overpaid, fuck a budget, I'm overdue, I ain't budgin' I want my bread, fuck the muffins Without my cream I'm sour onion I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike Strip club, I make 30K, skydive I get head on a high-rise My life awesome I thank God momma didn't have an abortion So every time I get paid she get a portion I made a fortune I'm havin' foursomes Don’t have to force 'em [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey [Verse 2: HoodyBaby] Goin' berserk, I been whippin' the work Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta I'm in L. A.  with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4 They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, on second thought baby don't fuck these niggas I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey. . [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Crazy 'bout my money Psycho 'bout my money Spiteful 'bout my money (Bow!) Snipe about my money Yeah, kill you behind my money I really need a lot of money (Yep) My bitch like nice things, and my children grew out them Huggies Yeah, I pour codeine in a Jones soda Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa Roger that, 10-4, pssh, man over These sluts is on my nuts, I feel like granola Oh, I pass time like a Backwood I gets high off that good, but I land good I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah, the nigga nigga I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl fuck these niggas I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love You love to hate, you love to hate You love to hate, hey, hey [Outro: Lil Wayne] Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga Because I'm the nigga, the nigga Because I'm the nigga, girl fuck these, girl fuck these niggas On second thought baby don't fuck these niggas Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me nigga Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me nigga I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm not them niggas I'm that nigga, that nigga that nigga, I'm the nigga, yeah\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Living Right Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Livin'! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Nigga, that's me in that nice-ass house Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass Walking 'round saying \"You got a nice-ass house!\" My phone keep ringing though, my bad I think my girl got me on spy cam now My homies call cocaine \"White trash\" Charge you double just to take my trash out I cannot fuck wit' you bitch, 'cause you gon' get a nigga busted Worrying 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustlin' Put the dick up in your mouth while it's runnin' Bitch, don't ask no questions Soon as I heard this a young nigga killed it 'Cause I go too hard, I eat beats, mmm, scrumptious, delicious Shoot you in your kidneys I hope you see blood when you pissin' We run up in your house on Christmas And don't ask no questions Just shoot whoever's present While they open their presents Oh please, Lord, forgive me I just talked to my Reverend Asked him if I'm the Devil He said \"That's these bitches\" See, I'm from New Orleans That bitch is infested Shootouts like the Westerns Kill you and your bestie Pay niggas to do it correctly Two Ninas, they lesbians I gotta shoot you with both or else one'd get jealous I make money, not exceptions Take pills like breath mints She just get dick and refreshments Free all my dogs in corrections We all we got, don’t need extras We don’t expect shit We don’t get mad over pussy I’m probably lyin' in some pussy While fools out here dyin' over pussy And that’s what I don’t understand [Hook: Lil Wayne] 'Cause a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (Livin') Yeah, a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (You see me) Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga livin' right (Livin') Bitches see me and start gettin' right Because they know a nigga livin' right (You see me) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Standing on the top, I got a Lot of observations Young nigga, lot of options You, You. Runnin' through a check Buyin' all the champagne Blowin' up the net And settin' all the trends Showin' niggas what’s next I was drinkin' coffee Smokin' weed on the jet Probably wit' your wifey In the back for pillow talk But we ain’t talkin' Gettin' top while ain't no top Swear to God I had a chopper Now the gun biz are the friends hoppin' out a helicopter I be rollin' up the Doctor’s wishes Countin' up the money, kickin' out the bitches 'Cause they all up on you, but be gone when it get real Bitches ain’t shit but a brick through your windshield Shows in the evening Business meetings in the morning (Hooo) Goons on deck, don't make a nigga sick 'em on ya (Go, go, go) Niggas talkin' shit Gon' make a nigga get pneumonia Wrist so cold Think it’s sick and got Ebola Crib so big Got a bitch in every corner Joint smoke good 'Cause I showed her how to roll it In the morning I got meetings with my lawyer Arguments I’ll never be a part of Love pussy and some good conversation And that money, we'll never see a shortage Nigga run up on me, he gon' be a goner Bruce Wayne whip I got a new favorite bitch I got a joint I just rolled that got a Liu Kang kick I gotta do it big That’s just how I do things [Hook: Lil Wayne] 'Cause a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (Young nigga) A young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (You see me) Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga livin' right, ya (Livin') Bitches see me and start gettin' right Because they know a nigga livin' right (You see me) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out Lifespan, motherfuckin’ lifespan – That shit all depend on how tonight pan out Ooh, I swear these hoes ain’t right man I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now Red bandana in my right pocket So if I pull the trigger I can wipe that down I just put my gun up in her Coach bag I won’t hesitate to pull it right back out Life coach? I don’t need no life coach To coach me through my motherfuckin' ups and downs Tell a bitch \"Don’t ask no questions\" My money so old I tell my new money \"Respect your elders\" I’m startn' to get jealous Of my own reflection The young nigga sexy A young nigga healthy A young nigga flexin' I’m countin' my blessin's \"Achoo,\" \"God bless me\" \"Thank you,\" \"You welcome\" I talked to my Reverend Asked him if there’s a Heaven A Heaven for a G, because me and my Gangstas Done done it all, but never tell He say “We already in Hell” I say “Ain’t that a bitch” 'Cause I work too hard, but still thankful as if This shit came as a gift I just pray for my niggas that’s out here still slangin' that shit Keep my distance, I can’t take that risk I hope they understand [Hook: Lil Wayne] 'Cause a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (livin') Yeah, a young nigga livin' right Oh a young nigga livin' right, mm (you see me) Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga livin' right (livin') Bitches see me and start gettin' right Because they know a nigga livin' right, yeah (You see me)\n",
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      "Free Weezy/London Roads Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Weed and syrup, yeah (We got London on da Track) [Verse 1] All I know is paper I don't know these hoes I like mouth in my lap And pussy on my nose And I'm bringin' home the bacon It's fryin' on the stove You hoes can't drive me crazy Keep your eyes on the road Got the money on my mind And bodies on my nine And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind De I got that yay I got that ladidadida And a kamikaze squad And you chicken parmesan Lord, I'm a free man Like I come from Amistad No, I come from Hollygrove Turnin' O's To octagons I get money while I'm sleep I dream that I'm in heaven I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy And smoked a 'gar with Wessy All my niggas, Rest In Peace And my enemy, rest pleasant So when my niggas creep They catch him When he least expect 'em Momma told me \"If you run these streets Run these streets correctly\" Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me Lord knows I wear new clothes To the mall Two hoes On my arm Fur boots When it's warm Church shoes To play ball I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me All I love is paper I don't love these hoes Boy, that vest won't save you Neither will heroes Lord, they better hope you save him Better catch the holy ghost Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles All they sell is pussy, 'cause they done sold they soul Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zero's Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold Lord, all I know is paper Big fat money rolls Look at how big my safe is That bitch got double doors I was runnin' outta patience 'Til I heard all aboard They mad cause I be skatin' At home on marble floors Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5k I be spendin' 25k every 5 days I sent my girl on a spa day Cause Hood just came with them chickens I don't want you in the house, bae Plus we need the kitchen Lord, trap house in abundance We got trap houses in London Y'all don't hear me [Interlude] (We got London on da Track) [Verse 2] Hol' up Had to switch the flow up Had to pour up Roll some more up Watch me go up My doors go up When I show up Why you show up? Pick my bro up Pick a O up Hit the store up Get a soda Get us 4 cups Split a 4 up Then we slow up Yeah you know us Then we toast cups And we post up Don't approach us We got toasters That's my slime, like we ghostbust And we both bust Give no fucks Take no stuff And take your stuff Then ho hunt For some chocha I know a ho Who'll rock the boat But I row her I'm Noah, Lord I remember when I was no one, Lord When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards Ms.  Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres Oh Lord I remember dyin' on her room floor And wakin' up in some police's arms He died recent So I hope heaven made more room for him And I hope he see me Cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy Oh Lord\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Murda Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murder Beg them, no push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger He youths, them strapped with them burner [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Real niggas say soowoo And such and such killed such and such The streets talk And bullshit walks On crutches, but It's strut to strut Niggas panic Button pressing The end is coming Count your blessings We living in the day and time Where the ten commandments Are now suggestions How depressing How infested Click-clack, pow; intestines Bad bitches in flower dresses With tight pussies, I found the crevice AK bullets move mountains Break them bitches down to pebbles That tough talk is like music to my ears So keep it acapella Based on a true story We not worried, y'all too worried I faced my fears And told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous Dread head from New Orleans Where the youth, them got two choices Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you We murdered them [Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murder Beg them no push it further This a nuh beef we make burger The youths them strapped with them burner First degree murder Beg them no push it further This a nuh beef we make burger Cus the youths them strapped with them burner [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas I ain't talking lacing no marijuana Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail And I don't give 2 fucks I ain't a koala My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous All he see in my face is murda Waste a burna is my waste a furnace I'm pacing turners your face the thermos First birthday wish was getting caked up Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up Lay down and a model bitch ache up Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob Play tough taped off of this day pub Race off like some motherfucking make up Take off looking for something to take up Want the paper? Not horoscopes but in the horror scope Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap Blowing so much you sneezing dick Believe in me I don't believe in shit Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip It's Young Money till I'm in the freezer stiff Bitch [Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga Cus the youths dem strapped with dem burner [Verse 3: Capo] It's all about the money nigga fuck the fame Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again Pop the pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing It's deeper than this rapper man the back soaking gang Cartier frames got them looking at me strange Why pre mostly heard in the rally same? Lowkey can still get a brick off my name Now I'mma tell you this here for my youngin and them The same ones I help the corners with do numbers with If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick Caught an L sticking to the script you know I switched We now switch [Hook: Junior Reid] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga Cus the youths dem strapped with dem burner\n",
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      "Free Weezy/My Heart Races On Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Jake Troth] When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us Love only lasts if my heart races on So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on I'm racing on, yea, on I'm racing on, yea My heart races on [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'm priceless Remember me like they remember the Titans Reality bit me, and continue to bite me Got no degree, but where I'm from that’s the original climate Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond Hold on Lord, if my Bugatti come to a dead-end I've already been everywhere except heaven And tomorrow’s not promised When I'm gone but not forgotten I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord I guess I'll see you on that other side Where the flowers never die The angels never lie Yeah, the revolution will be televised I just hope my contribution will be memorized Lord, Momma hate I got my Daddy’s eyes Never looked into my Daddy’s eyes He ain't have the time Fuck him The revolution will be televised I just hope my contribution will be memorized [Hook: Jake Troth & (Lil Wayne)] When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us (Hold on) Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on) ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on I'm racing on, yea (I'm gone) On (I'm gone) I'm racing on, yea (I'm gone) My heart races on [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Tunechi, you an angel Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it, then exchanged it Fuck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working Searching for better days before a better person I'm perfect Just ask my bitch and she’ll say that so urgent I purchase My children gifts and I just keep the curses Yeah My heart right, and my head ain't 'Cause I'm never in my right mind But I'm Einstein when I do think And I grew wings If you catch a feather, just keep it And I’ll be racing on; no shortcuts, no cheating [Hook: Jake Troth & (Lil Wayne)] When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us (Hold on) Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) So I step on the gas (Errrr) Burning faster and faster (Hold on) ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on (My heart right and my head ain't) I'm racing on, yea (I'm gone) On (I'm gone) I'm racing on, yea (There’s nothing left but to fly high If you catch a feather just keep it) My heart races on [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] This morning I woke up on my good side Life is just a race against time so have a good time Heart racing, thoughts racing Competition, goodbye I turn around and run backwards To see what second place look like Oh Lord, what are we running from The police, 'cause they already killed enough of us Stay out them streets 'cause they don’t fuck with us They hunting us We in a race against racists, that’s a color run I keep my feet above the ground We gon' run the town Heart racing on, beat-beat-beating, knock and pound Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile I see no finish line – On your mark, set, pow\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Pick Up Your Heart Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] She on her back screaming she love me, yeah And I'm in her pussy thinking about money, mm I done forgot what all my old hoes look like But they see me with my new bitch, make 'em miss the good life I moved to Cali, had to leave the beach alone And you could call me what you want Just don't call me on speaker phone And the good die young And the great live forever Go see your memory bank teller Cause you done forgot who put this shit together Wait, bitch [Verse 1] I hop in my Phantom and drive til my phone start roamin, yeah Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah Please pardon my restroom, but Tunechi got the longest shit list, uhh My pockets are pregnant, they up early with morning sickness I swear, ooh, I been through so much But that's life, I get high, it don't phase me, no They ask, how do you sleep at night? I reply, like a baby, bitch I been out here doing me by myself, nigga, no special features It's all about the Benjamins, no disrespect to Aretha [Hook] But I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby That paper baby, that paper baby Cause this game fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody Got to get that paper baby, that paper baby, that paper baby Cause these streets fuck everybody, these streets fuck everybody Gotta get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby Yeah, cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby Yeah, cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody And I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more, no But I got to get my paper babe [Verse 2] Perfect attendance on the block, I'm boomin', yeah When it's cold, when it's rainy, when it's muggy When it's hot, when it's humid, oh I walk into the corner store feeling like a king World on my back, shit feel like a mink Mad at some motherfucker dropped my pill down the sink Hold up, wait I got Xanax, I got Percocet, yeah She give me pussy and her income tax, yeah I send my goons to rob the dope man, lawd They bring it back, now I'm the dope man Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase, yeah Molly in the Kool-aid, we put molly in the Kool-aid, yea I'm still watching bootlegs, cause I can't go to the movies Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies Me and your bitch made a movie, yeah Ooh, I'm on a new wave I been wilding in these streets momma But still remember everything you said to me Don't believe these hoes They be lying through they teeth, momma Toothache [Hook] Oh Lord, I got to get that paper Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody And I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more, no [Verse 3] Wait, bitch – I hop in the Bentley and drive 'til my phone start roamin' Lord, I don't want to talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah I used to be fun-loving Now I'm a gun-loving killer But these niggas made me like this Now they all afraid of they own invention I walk with a limp 'Cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight I've come to a stage in my life And I just can't let my life boo me off stage, no Tuxedo on and a cumberbund Fingers crossed behind my back On the corner watching my money come [Hook] Cause I got to get that paper baby, that paper baby That paper baby, that paper baby Cause these streets fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody Got to get my paper baby, my paper baby, my paper baby Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody And I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up bae, I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up wait, I don't want to do it no more, no Hold up baby, I don't want to do it no more [Outro] I wear black 'cause I can't find nothing else to wear I wear dreadlocks 'cause I can't do nothing else to my hair I kiss you 'cause it just happen I do what I do 'cause it got to be done But I guess I ought to start taking credit for something, right (Mula) Yesterday I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there She wasn't there again today I really hope she go away (These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody And I don't want to do it no more) Cause you know, sometimes \"at last\" doesn't happen at first I'm the pimp and the problem She said \"You don't think of me when I know you think too much\" (I don't want to do it no more These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody And I don't want to do it no more) She said \"I think you think I think you think of us\" (I'mma get this paper baby, I'mma get this paper baby) She said she wanted sprinkles, I said sprinkles are for winners Free Weezy Mula\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Post Bail Ballin Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Uhh Hundred thousand on a small-ass chain Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne Half a million for a watch with no diamonds Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the backyard Elevator in the house, never got stuck I just looked in the mirror, got star struck I just looked at your bitch and got eye-fucked Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up All you see is license plates far in front of ya I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life She licked her lips twice and told me that I'm yummier Glass house on the block, five floors in it Got a picture on the wall that cost more than it You observing it, I'm absorbing it Judge mad 'cause a nigga make more than him Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims I'm going in 'til I'm pouring in more than Ms I'm courtin' swimsuit models that don't know who I am And foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films My warrant's clear as day like Doris is When I ain't trippin then my lawyers is So what the charges is? Put it on my tab, baller shit I'm from the cell to the mall with this [Hook] Now tell them motherfuckers, I'm I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden, I'm I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden, I'm [Bridge] Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley And I'mma honk the horn, ridin' passed the penitentiary And I'mma drive slow, ridin' passed the elementary Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em \"Don't even mention\" [Verse 2] One time For the hustlers and the young moms My presidential said it's crunch time Looking in my son's eyes Only time I see a upside I tell him he gon' be a tough guy Never be a punchline Tell him never wait in one line Tell him not even a lunch line Pray more than sometimes When the cops come, you tongue-tied Take dirt, make a mud pie Lookin' out the window In the coupe with a bimbo Talking 'bout who she resemble Bitch, you in a Enzo Stop being so simple Now fuck me like we in a limo I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill I got ocean views, I got water bills I got cards to deal, I got hearts to steal I got larger wheels on my automobile I lost appeal The bullshit cost me a mill It brought me to tears I came home and bought me a crib I walk through that bitch Strapped when it's dark in that bitch And through hell and high water, I just walk on a bridge I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge I started to swig But end up drinking all of that shit 'Cause I deserve it I be working hard for all of this shit I step into a Rolls Royce When I walk out the pen [Hook] My nigga I'm, I'm post-bail ballin, post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden I'm, I'm post-bail ballin' Post-bail ballin', go tell the warden I'm, I'm post-bail ballin' Farewell warden, I'm post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden I'm post-bail ballin' Inmate Carter: Post-bail ballin' [Outro] Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley And I'mma honk the horn ridin' past the penitentiary And I'mma drive slow ridin' past the elementary Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em \"Don't even mention\" Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Psycho Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Psycho, you got me psycho Baby commit me, I'm not backing down [Verse 1] I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' I thought I was whippin' til that pussy whipped me I fell asleep in it like Whitney I go hard for my baby Psycho ward for my baby Swipe that card for my baby Body guard for my baby Bobby Brown for my baby Lock it down for my baby I knock that pussy out And then I growl for my baby Even psycho's need love too I save all her text messages I smell her panties while she in the bathroom And taste whatever she left in them I take pictures of her when she not lookin' Study 'em microscopically Marry me and then bury me And then bury her on top of me I'm [Hook] Psycho, you got me psycho Baby commit me, I'm not backing down [Verse 2] Girl I'm so crazy for you I left my old lady for you Now she done went crazy You know she be hatin' on you Say she gon' be waitin' for me Well she gon' be waitin' Cuz she know I'm crazy 'bout you You got me all psychotic Girl I'm your patient I'm just tryna kick it wit' ya But I don't even know karate But I know cr-azy Crazy bout her attitude Crazy bout her shampoo Jealous of her shadow dude I'm crazy Crazy bout her vaginal And every other avenue Jump without a parachute I'm crazy Should've said I never do If she says pleasurable Then it's my pleasure boo You ain't gotta never move Lookin' all edible And I'm ready when you're ready to You already knew Girl you already know I ain't never lettin' go I ain't never lettin' go Addicted to your love, a motherfucker need a Betty Ford Your gon' have to cut me off with a sword And if you ever leave me, I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note While I'm hangin' from the second floor And when you don't come home Then its vroom-vroom, boom-boom Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors Oh Lord [Hook] Psycho, you got me psycho Baby come at me I'm not backing down [Bridge] I never knew a girl would have me out here trippin' I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' [Hook] Psycho, you got me psycho Baby come at me I'm not backing down I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Pull Up Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] That's how I raised 'em, Lord Them niggas crazy [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] D-boy, D-boy, D-boy, my pockets look Keloid My dead Presidents reborn When I'm naked I got three arms Got a big house with a green lawn, got a cigar full of neon Like my ho cold and my tea warm Close his casket, he look deformed I got bitches on my dick [Verse 2: Euro] I got Jays at my door I got shooters on my team I got Feds down my throat Counting money, dirty and clean Smoking nothing but Irene Got a bitch with good hygiene I'm sick with it, no vaccine [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I got coke under my nails I got niggas taking them Ls Nigga, we don't need no scale I'm sick with it, no get well Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man please don't shoot 'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it like T-R-U Young nigga ridin' in a V-1-2 Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu Like jiu-jitsu, split a brick in two I looked in the mirror, say \"Ooh, it's you\" All my goons be too enthused So don't open your mouth, like you're chewing glue Light blue Michael Jordans My shoe get checks like \"Swoosh\" Hear you niggas talking about what you gon' do Or might do, I invite you, I entice you but I advise you Not to, God bless you like \"Achoo\" Police find you in the bayou With your friends by you And your shit knocked loose Nigga, that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu I been Piru, I'm in my mood So you know what you can do? [Hook: Lil Wayne] Fuck nigga, pull up! Nigga, I'mma cook ya If you with your bitch, and your bitch want me Nigga, I'mma pull her like a trigger, she the bullet We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest) We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest) The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture, I'm a-zoomin I'mma hit 'em, I'mma lose 'em, I'mma kill 'em, I'mma bruise 'em I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover I come at you when I'm movin', the bitch I'm with bad I'mma pinch her on her booty, that bitch is Lil Tunechi's Aw yeah, aw yeah, fuckin' right [Verse 7: Euro & Lil Wayne] Always had my gun in fights Always had the upper hand You the always-call-your-brother type (ooh) Hard-head all my fuckin life (yeah) Whole world in my fuckin hand (yeah) Damn, my girl just pulled up With \"Pull Up to My Bumper\" playin' But fuck it man, like what you sayin'? [Verse 8: Lil Wayne & Euro] I say, fuck nigga, pull up, fuck around and never pull off They see the guns we pull out, say \"Never mind\" and pull off They see the guns we pull out, say, \"Never mind\" and keep goin' I put the gun in his mouth and say \"Be quiet and breath soft\" Shifty eyes, I see four, flip them pies like D.  Dawes These bitches tired, they sleepwalk, brilliant mind, I'm street smart In deep thought and we are what she want and she want And he don't, but keep on and we gon' see Yeah! [Outro: Lil Wayne] Fuck nigga, pull up Yeah, fuck nigga, pull up, woo I'll be waiting, haha Why you waiting?\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Street Chains Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Straight from the East side Blood gang, we heavy Fuck nigga, dare me I turn into Freddy My fingers machetes Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis We trap out the 'telly when we outta town Uzi on deck Phone ringin' off the hook Bitch that's the plug Ocean view bedroom baby See through showers And I just put some fish in my tub Hold up, I ain't playin' Niggas say they rich, I say \"And?\" Same old song, I ain't dance Heater on my waist, hotter than a frying pan If you don't see what I'm sayin' I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam I ain't playin' Guns in my hands, I ain't prayin' Fireman Spittin' venom, Spiderman I'm enhanced I’m at peace, joggin' pants Cost at least about a grand I'm advanced like Japan Got more sand than Sudan Lord [Bridge] And life ain't nothin' but a long day And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way away You know that haters come in all sizes, all shapes, 'kay That's why I had to get a little more trunk space Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate Got the trap house pumpin' like a 808 Boom, like a 808 [Verse 2] I could fly around that bitch, need a tarmac I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat I gotta get the raw back, I need a format I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack I'll turn your head to an open hot sauce pack I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts Boy, I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack Ooh, 187, 211 Hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky Stunt my ass off, chain heavy Your bitch get passed on, chain letter Train smoker Smoke plain, never Had a date with the Devil Then I changed schedules I'm a trained killer Like a paid killer Better yet, Saddam Hussein nephew Nigga, no love That's from the bottom of my heart I pull up and paint your whole fucking block red Then get out of my car And admire my art Then smile at my thoughts My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a hawk She see why I'm a boss I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti While it was parked Now I don't wan' talk, bitch I don't wan' talk Lean in my punch, I decided to spar Anybody want war? I'm excited to start Get indicted tomorrow I be out by the morn Before I even yawn Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil boys This is victory lane, now do I need a horn? The struggle is real, and the Bible too long I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won'ts Lord, please Kilos, OZs 'Cause my bitch high class She like Pinot and cheese I dropped out of class So I'm zero degrees I can out-think a shrink She can deep throat a tree I can hijack a Brinks So my sweet soda pink I'm a freak show to freaks I'm spitting these bars Hope my bar tab is cheap I'm a hard man to reach I'm newborn and deceased I'm too hard for this beat I'm the heart and the beat The Chong and the Cheech My blunt long as a speech Roach look like a leech I'm too long for the brief I'm too wrong for the priest With this chrome on your teeth That get blown out your cheek Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet I'm the head nigga, like Prodigy And bitch I'mma shine, like Connery Yeah [Outro] And life ain't nothin' but a long day Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Thinkin Bout You Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on the set With the fully-automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you [Verse 1] Uhh, bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today I say bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today But I got one I really fuck with She makes my heart skip a beat She dropped her drum stick Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick I eat that pussy 'cause it's sweet, as sweet as one-six Sixteen bullets in a clip, but more than one clip Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced I got strawberry cocaine as sweet as Fun Dip You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch I love my young bitch 'Cause she don't give me drama You don't want no drama My goons waitin' for you, to snap Like some photo bombers Yeah we leave a nigga flat We leave 'em horizontal And then my lawyer tell your honor On that morning, I was – [Chorus] Chilling on the set With the fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you girl Yeah, I was chilling on the set With the fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you [Bridge] It go U-N-L-V It go, it go U-N-L-V It go U-N-L-V, U-N-L-V Uptown Nigga Living Violent Do I smell beef? [Verse 2] I was chilling on the corner about to get fucked up My nigga T got a 40, and he brought two cups That nigga Mack was chillin', Po was home talkin' on the phone Lord, it's been such a good-year we need some Armor All That nigga Hoody on the set, he got his hoodie on Euro the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms Wayne Chong, chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long Lord, I know I do my thing, can’t let my thing do me Lord, I know I ain’t a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis Lord, just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me Fuck your degree, this murder in the first degree I got that Tec under my arm like Right Guard, Sure, Degree Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like \"Earth to me?\" I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I served a fiend While I was [Chorus] Chilling on the set With a fully automatic Tec I was thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you girl Yeah I was chilling on the set With a fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you, girl [Outro] Yeah Thinking 'bout you girl Working my juug girl Still thinking 'bout you girl Chilling on the set With the fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl Working my juug girl I was still thinking 'bout you\n",
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      "Free Weezy/White Girl Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, boy Cause my niggas run in salons Just to shoot up baby moms, boy Trap house jump out the gym Trap house jump like LeBron, yeah It's 22. 5 for the Solange, yeah Call a 16 \"Montana\" A 8 a \"Steve Young\" And a 4 a \"Brett Favre\" My plug name is Hector But back in his country they call him Héctòr She strip every day but Sunday Cause she still make time for the Lord Got a red dot on top of your head Like I got your ass on record Tune, don't be so cruel Tune, don't be so rude Nah – Fuck that Fuck these lil niggas Fuck these lil dudes Hey – By the gavel or the gun, nigga I be creepin' like the shadow and the sun, nigga Be more careful how you pick and choose your words, boy Cause I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue, nigga Ooh – I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga Woo – Pourin' Pink Panther in the punch, nigga Think faster than these dumb niggas We serial killers – You can get your Captain Crunch, nigga Hey! It's Lil Wayne, nigga I been the shit since Lil Zane, nigga Tell the cops I ain't no name giver Icicles on my fingers from cocaine blizzards Ayyy – It's Lil Wayne, nigga I'm in the building, 'bout to hang pictures Woo – I'm the ruler, it's a game of inches Tryna make a mill And make a meal In the same kitchen Hey [Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne] Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, boy Cause all of my niggas ex-cons And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, look It's 22. 5 for the Solange, yeah Please back it up one more time, girl You act shady and I'mma put this dick Where the sun don't shine, girl Cocaine Mulsanne Blowin Backwoods while I switch lanes Four clips, two thangs Pardon me, I'm bout to switch chains Bag full of rocks, I'm a rockstar By my first block I'm a block-star I done owned everything on the road, nigga Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car Ahahh! Mr.  All Black is back And you know the flow hard, nigga – Cooked crack You mean the flow hard like cooked crack? Damn right, cause I used to cook crack Ayy, 36 for the 28 14 for the 18 See them hitters in that black van Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team Nowadays everybody got a plug nigga You know hoes say Julio Only birds that your flippin' nigga Is the ones in the studio Designated driver, nigga Damn right, boy, them units got a chauffeur I can't sleep without it, nigga Damn right, got a chopper by the sofa Look at me whippin', I'm confident, cocky If this was a category I would be Rocky Say you lookin' for that comeback, look no further Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter Them 10s, them 20s, them 50s, them 100s Lost a bag on the road, I was sick to my stomach That Britney, that Iggy Azalea, I tell ya Intercepted the package, so I'll never mail ya I'm gone [Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne] Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, boy Cause all of my niggas ex-cons And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, look It's 22. 5 for the Solange, yeah Please back it up one more time, girl You act shady and I'mma put this dick Where the Sun don't shine, girl\n",
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      "Free Weezy/Without You Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] I done spent so many of my days without you (Yeah) I done lost all my love and found my way without you I done gave up my soul, and gave up my pride And taped up my heart, and wiped off my eyes Without you, without you, yeah [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] How you doin'? Me, I'm a mess I feel powerless Hands around this bottleneck, mmh You got a new one I'm not impressed And if he trying to flex You can give him my address, yeah I be trying to rest But Lord, the Devil busy And when I do, I dream of you And then the Devil pinch me Do you ever miss me? [Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] I done spent so many of my days without you (Uh) I done lost all my love and found my way without you (Yeah) I done gave up my soul (Yeah) And gave up my pride (Yeah) And taped up my heart (Yeah) And wiped off my eyes Without you (Without you) Without you (Without you) Yeah [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] How you doin'? I can tell You look like yourself And I look like I'm by myself, fuck But I'm getting through it I might as well 'Cause I know time will tell But it be moving like a snail, yeah You got a new one I wish you well Then I bite my nails I'm scared I might hear wedding bells, uh I guess I blew it It never fails You was tired of waiting to exhale I wish I could go back in time And fix my frame of mind Back when everything was fine And we would never think of dying And I was yours and you was mine And we combine and intertwine And now we in decline Finish line End of time, Lord Woo [Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] I done spent so many (I done spent so many, way too many) Of my days without you (Of my days without you) I done lost all my love (Lost all my love) And found my way without you (Lord) I done gave up my soul (Yeah) And gave up my pride (Yeah) Taped up my heart (Yeah) And wiped off my eyes Without you (Without you) Without you (Without you) Yeah [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Now you've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong? I'm left to live life alone I'ma need more Styrofoams If you find your way home You know that porch light is on I lay in bed wishing your side was warm We wish we could go back in time And push it in reverse Cause this shit ain't for us Baby, this shit for the birds But I know what I'll do I'll move on, I got to And this is to you, for you About you, without you, girl [Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] (I done spent so many, way too many Of my days without you I done lost all my love, Lord) I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes Without you, without you\n",
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      "Funeral/Ball Hard Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Lil Wayne] David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Taught my bitches how to whip it, now they whippin', fast learners Chicken heads, whippin' chickens, I feel like a black colonel Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr.  Kareem Abdul-Jabaar Saint Laurent, I been had the green light, I blew the horn C'mon c'mon, fuck we waitin' on, my nigga? Move along Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn Deepest water, Cita Carter made me feel like Peter Parker Be a Dora, double R her, treat her like a Ford Explorer See no evil, neither horror, my bitch eyes chinky, Kamora Run a mile like Jackie Joyner, bitch should go read a thesaurus Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, tailor-made, made in China Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm [Chorus: Lil Wayne] David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German [Verse 2: Lil Twist] It's MULA baby, know you heard me, got the game, I'm talkin' early Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies, talkin' nurseries Pocket pull up, Black Eyed Peas, the P from Perc has got me flirty Model bitches tryna hurt me, broken mirrors, pull a Fergie Oh my God, it's cocaina, Kim and Gina had to team up Tried to run 'way from this dick and got subpoenaed, had to clean up Got two strikes out in L. A. , I get one more, then new Adidas Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers Trappin' off a walkie-talkie, ten-four, over, yeah, I read you That my woadie, that my 'migo, gettin' loaded off sativa Move the rock like Russell Westbrook, triple-double the whole season, woah [Chorus: Lil Wayne] David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm\n",
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      "Funeral/Bastard Satan's Kid Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics Daddy used to look at me like, \"Who the fuck this baby is?\" [Refrain] Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn I made the world turn, that's a turn on I'm on every song that I turn on I got it turnt up, got it turnt on I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off Weed loud as every siren they turn on Bust down so bright, it's burning These diamonds so white, they German Your diamonds ain't right, they turning Cocaine white as my attorney All types of guns, no type of permits All types of coffins, all types of gurneys From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey [Interlude] It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey [Chorus] Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live [Verse] Walking on water, this a new world order These niggas out of order like a fish out of water (Huh?) I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin' Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin' A real sharp sharpshooter, I don't miss my target And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin' Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn I know the paper burn for the long term I know my big concern when I toss and turn I know my big concern 'bout the long term I know the paper burn like the fire burn I know it don't burn unless I confirm I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch your heart burn Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn Swag go head to shoe (Yeah) Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah Killers come behind ya, can you say, \"Murder for hire?\" Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah [Chorus] Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics Daddy used to look at me like, \"Who the fuck this baby is?\" [Refrain] Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn I made the world turn, that's a turn on I'm on every song that I turn on I got it turnt up, got it turnt on I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off Weed loud as every siren they turn on Bust down so bright, it's burning These diamonds so white, they German Your diamonds ain't right, they turning Cocaine white as my attorney All types of guns, no type of permits (Yeah) All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (Yeah, yeah) From my driveway to my front door (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It has been quite a journey [Outro] It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey, nigga\n",
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      "Funeral/Bing James Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Gang gang Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Uh) Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Uh) Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Uh) Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James) Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Bling James) Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Cheese) Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed Yeah, big game [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay, red team, (Yeah) lit up like a light beam Sippin' ice cream, (Yeah) drippin' like some Visine Sittin' Spike Lee, (Yeah) I've been doin' the right thing Take my dirty money, (Yeah) and teach it about hygienes That banana blip, (Blip) aim it at a rapper lip 'Cause he captain cap, (Cap) we call him Colin Kaepernick This ain't no rappin' shit, (Oh no) we wrap your ass and wrap it quick I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too much Actavis I'm reppin' Blood gang Put some Molly on her motherfuckin' tongue ring (Yeah) Birkin bag for her baby, that was chump change (Yeah) Red carpet on the concrete, that's a bloodstain (Yeah) [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Jay Rock] Yeah, drove off screamin', \"Gang gang\" (Huh) Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Huh, huh) Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Huh, huh, huh) Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Huh, huh, huh) Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Huh, huh) Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Yeah, yeah, Bing) Yeah, big game (East side) [Verse 2: Jay Rock, Lil Wayne, Jay Rock & Lil Wayne] Motion picture shit, (Woo) at you with my . 40 Glock When I'm on my savage shit, bodies on that blacktop (Yeah) Weapons in the stash box, (Yeah) keep a couple lamb chops (Yeah) All we serve is hearses, you don't get no ambulance ride All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang This ain't what you want, you don't wanna lose your brain, brain Focused on this bag now, yeah we from the projects (Yeah) We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets Miss me with that bullshit, I'm just tryna make a play White Lamborghini truck, bitches call it yola-yay Sharp as razor blades, Smith N' Wesson in my breakaway Peep the different shit from behind these Aviator shades [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Gang gang (Yeah) Rose gold Richard Mille, plain Jane (Yeah) Two twin Blickers, yeah, ying-yang (Yeah) Strong strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (Strong, strong) Big crown on, nigga, Bing James (Gone) Bust down glowin', nigga, Bling James (Woo) Bust down froze, nigga, freeze frame Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Drove off screamin', \"Gang, gang\" Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James) Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bling James) Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Sheets changed) Yeah, big game (Big game) [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane Freeze frame (Mula, brazy)\n",
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      "Funeral/Clap For Em Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Shake that ass like a salt shaker Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker Girl, take that cash from them ball players Yeah, let me see you make that pussy open-close For some Gucci open-toes and some OVOs I hit it like a bullet hole, leave that pussy swole You lookin' like a pot of gold on that silver pole Clap, encore, pussy lips drum roll Make the pearl tongue go rrrrrrrrrr Round of applause, make a round of applause Bounce for your boy, up and down, bungee cord One cheek at a time, girl, you asinine Left, right, right, left, girl, I can't decide Uh, bae just got off work, lemme pop a Perc' Garbage bag full of ones, don't know what she worth I'ma fuck her 'til she squirt, then she go to church Clap it like a choir [Chorus] Oh, yes, hoes Make that ass clap like a round of applause Make that ass clap like a round of applause Make that ass clap like a round of applause Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Take, take that cash, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) [Bridge] Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker She just got a fake ass, it be soft later Don't take that trash from them heart-breakers Take, take that cash (Jahlil beats, holla at me!) [Chorus] Hold up, shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Okay (Make that ass. . . ) [Verse 2] Wobble-di-wobble, lil' mama ass is colossal Give me head like a bobblehead, bobble-di-bobble And she gobble and gargle and swallow until I'm hollow She gon' do it for the culture, then go viral and viral (Woo) Viral and viral, ooh, viral and viral Pull that grande out my pants and grind it like Ariana Grind it like Ariana, grind it like marijuana I make her holla like a virgin Madonna, go soprano Call me Kurt Cocaine, wilin' like I'm Nirvana I eat it like a piranha, she got a tongue like iguana She wear her hair like E.  Honda, a birthday suit for pajamas I'm only here 'til mañana, she say no habla España I say for sh-sure, make that shit go pa-pa-pa-pa like my pistol Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, my lollipop, my popsicle This YM, ho, and it been, ho, I been poppin' since my demo Shout out Pluto This that N. O. , make that ass clap like some cymbals, ow Rrrrrrrrr [Chorus] Oh, yes, hoes Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) Shake, shake that ass (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)\n",
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      "Funeral/Darkside Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Dark side, dark side, dark side Dark side, dark side, dark side [Verse] We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas We \"good night\" these niggas, you look like these niggas Fu-fuck it-fuck it up, fuck 'em up Hit him up, hunt 'em down, hurry up Shoot him up, shut him down, shut him up Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up But bitches comin' 'round with the funny love Lick me up, lick me down, done enough Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come Got some cocaine and a couple blunts It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust . 44 plastic, the rubber bust We don't wear masks, 'cause it must be us I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood On my tippytoes and them flat-foot Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good I know her pussy hole like my MacBook She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood Get her own page in the black book And it's startin' to feel like I'm attached to her If it's that good, I put a stamp to her I'm a warlord to these fuckin' boys Double-edged sword and a bubble, boy I just won a war in a Hummer 'fore I'm 'bout to come to yours Lookin' for a war, I am nothin' more than somethin' more Than much more as the punch pour And I slunch more with my lungs sore I smoke you and your blunt blowers Let's get on with it, Megatron with it Telephone like a telethon Bitches workin' bitches like a Peloton Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits And I'm talkin' numbers, Jerry Jones digits I'm at home sippin', and I'm gone sippin' Got a Draco with my arm in it Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented \"Bah, bah, bah\" if she commented Cops pulled up, and they vomited I am not finished, hope they long-winded Money long-livin' with a strong finish Dead presidents, wasn't born with it, I'ma die with it I'm amor with it, didn't start livin' 'til the war ended [Chorus] It's wartime, wartime, wartime Y'all lil' niggas small time All my niggas ex-cons And we do not fuck with y'all kind Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime Y'all lil' niggas small time All my niggas done time Or they doin' time, that's just lost time It's still wartime, wartime, wartime Dark side, dark side, dark side Pull up, \"Brrt,\" skrrt Then we joyride 'til the car die [Outro] Bitch, it's wartime (Wartime), wartime (Wartime) Wartime (Wartime), no talk time (No talk time) Chalk time (Chalk time), all-time (All-time), hard time (Hard-time) Bitch (Bitch) Dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side) (Dark side, dark side, dark side, bitch)\n",
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      "[Chorus] I had a dream I was broke No diamonds and no gold Most saddest story ever told, oh And I had a dream, I was a fool No mansion or no pool I woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream Huh, huh, yeah, ooh [Verse 1] I live the American dream, huh Foreign everything, huh I turn my scariest dreams, uh, into fairy wings I don't want beef, I just want green, that's vegetarian dreams Dream, dream, yeah I'm havin' that dream where I'm fallin', yeah I land in the purplest water, yeah I'll probably surface tomorrow, yeah Dream of a world with new order, yeah It spin like the perfect revolver, yeah I dreamt I died and went to Heaven and came back 'Cause I got work in the mornin', yeah Yeah, yeah, sleep tight, yeah, I daydream all night Keep my head up right, don't let the fed bugs bite One night I fell asleep in some good pussy and I woke up like \"Oh shit\" Had a dream that I was broke, I ain't sleep with that same ho since [Chorus] I had a dream I was broke No diamonds and no gold (Yeah) Most saddest story ever told, woah And I had a dream, I was a fool (Yeah, yeah) No mansion or no pool (No) I woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream [Verse 2] We in another dimension (Yeah) She say I'm the man of her dreams (Yeah) So after I fuck her, I pinch her (Yeah) She had the wettest of dreams (Yeah) She gon' wake up in a swimsuit (Yeah) They tryna sell me some dreams Way too fuckin' expensive (Yeah) I been sippin' all this lean, that's why my eyes are dreamy (Dreamy) In my dream and I wake up, see all these fuckin' Weezys (Damn) Mister Sandman, all your sand about to turn to cement (Damn) California weed got me California dreamin' (Yeah) I'm your worst nightmare [Bridge] I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Waking up on the islands, OD's and violence (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Roses with no thorns [Chorus] I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was broke No diamonds and no gold (No diamonds) Most saddest story ever told, oh (Woah) And I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was a fool No mansion or no pool (No, oh) I woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream [Post-Chorus] Thank God it was just a dream Thank God it was just a dream, yeah Thank God it was just a dream Thank God it was just a dream Woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream [Bridge] I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink Woke up on islands, OD's and violence Roses with no thorns (Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah) [Outro] I just woke up with some new tattoos (Yeah, yeah) I just woke up next to \"Who is you and you and you?\" Got the groupie blue, woopty woo, hooty hoo Make their dreams come true and then I put 'em back on snooze Had a dream, I was a fool No mansion or no pool (Yeah, yeah) I woke up and I screamed.\n",
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      "Funeral/Funeral Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Welcome to the funeral, yeah Closed casket as usual Yeah, welcome to the funeral The choir's singin' musicals Kumbaya, it's beautiful I bust in with that Uzi, though And they look like they saw Lucifer Rrr Welcome to the funeral We not welcome, we intruded, though You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke (Phew) That's just unexcusable Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them We been to quite a few of 'em The reverend talk, we booin' him We throw up the Piru at him [Verse] Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual Soul snatching, that's usual Amen, hallelujah though Whole family delusional Niggas cryin' like two-year-olds Bullet holes come through the doors I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose Damn, welcome to your funeral Everybody knew you, bro Ain't nobody shootin', though Gotta die to see who you know Damn, welcome to the funeral Where we from, we ruin them The preacher preach, we shootin' him Now we need one for you and him That's why they should cremate ya Hope when you die they commemorate you Life is a movie and it's in theaters Some of y'alls already went to cable Get shot from afar, you can get a facial Black gun, chrome gun, interracial Weed so strong, need ventilation Funeral home need renovation I got your mom's teary-eyed, that's precipitation Nigga, when you died, did your bitch a favor Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genoveses Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em Drive-bys in a Winnebago Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57 Catch up, nigga, you behind, where I left you I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins Uncles, aunts, and your nephew (Pfft) Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket Look his pretty kid in the face, poor bastard Tears runnin' down his bitch face, romantic Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (Bah) In his face, closed casket Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic He cried tears of joy, then he got 'em tatted Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual Whole family delusional Amen, hallelujah though Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful I bust in with the Uzi though They look like they saw Lucifer Yeah, welcome to the funeral Everybody knew you, bro Ain't nobody shootin' though That's just unexcusable Damn, welcome to the funeral Where we from, we ruin 'em I've been to quite a few of them My nigga, got immune to them Damn, shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket Huh, huh, bop Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards, goddamn Drive-bys in a Winnebago Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle Sit tomatoes on your head then split tomatoes From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo [Outro] In other words, the nigga dead\n",
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      "Funeral/Get Outta My Head Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: XXXTENTACION] The brains will start to abandon the religions And believe in themselves And the new world order will start Drop that motherfucker [Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] Narcissistic, insufficient, deadweight, I've been searchin' (Ayy) Lack of coexistin', just don't seem to work with other bitches (No) That's when black and white, when dark at night, that's when I do my searchin' (Ayy) And the Anti-Christ is in my mind, the evolutions lurkin' (Yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I got voices in my head, wild horses in my head Runnin' around, horse playin' Breakin' pots up in my head, waking corpses in my head And they was better off dead Runnin' faucets in my head, stompin', marchin' in my head Sun is scorchin' in my head Archie Bunker's in my head, talkin' bunkers in my head Willy Wonka's in my head All this junk is in my head, then it sunk into my head Little monkeys in my head Goin' bananas in my head, shootin' cannons in my head Hittin' targets in my head Playin' pianos in my head, keyboards, organs in my head Smash guitars in my head Fast cars in my head, with loud ass horns in my head Horns stickin' out head [Chorus: Lil Wayne with XXXTENTACION] I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] All these voices in my head They're committin' arson in my head Real wars up in my head, crash courses in my head Fightin' forces in my head, white noises soundin' red All these voices in my head, all these thoughts up in my head Like a spark plug in my head, like a torch up in my head Ain't no shotguns in my head, all these sharks up in my head All these sharks need to be fed (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: XXXTENTACION, Lil Wayne, XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne] I behead a motherfucker for his contacts (Behead a mothafucka) Take the body where the others can't see (Can't see) Seen the devil in my eyes without no contacts My eyes are blacker than the bottom of the sea, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Lil Wayne, XXXTENTACION, Lil Wayne & XXXTENTACION] I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (The brains will start to abandon the religions) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And believe in themselves) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And the new world order will start) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah) I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head\n",
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      "Funeral/Harden Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] No cap [Chorus] She love me or leave me I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya [Verse 1] I know I ain't perfect Got shit I need to work on, a nigga been workin' I know you uncertain You ride for me and I drive you crazy and I know I've been swervin' I know you've been nervous, I know I've been reckless And now you all heartless, and now it's all worthless I don't deserve ya, you don't deserve this I turned a blessing into a burden I'm really sorry, I know it don't fix it A nigga been wishin' that I could reverse it I know it don't help it, I know I look selfish And looks are deceiving, but you lookin' further And you lookin' past me, I'm just a has-been How did this happen? You actin' like you've never been in love, like you just a tourist Shit was the purest 'til you got curious You know that love don't come with insurance I blame the jurists who put me on trial They was sick of your smile, now we just cured 'em That got me furious, people that knew of us Tell me they sorry, I said that make two of us Wonder what ruined 'em Wonder how beautiful you look at your wedding when I'm at my funeral, goddamn [Interlude] (Love me or leave me) Love me or leave me (Let me go my own way) [Chorus] She love me or leave me I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn [Verse 2] Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'? Since it ain't me, just tell lil' homie he lucky, I'm lonely for nothing I'm starin' at the phone and the button to call 'em to come in I'm starin' at the walls, I been punchin' these walls, did me nothin' I'm thinkin' 'bout the ball I've been fumblin' when stars were abundant Then shit happened, and all of the sudden the toilet start flushing Try to avoid the confrontin', enjoy the consumption With outside noise and seduction, it's harder to function Look up at the angels, they hoverin', they show me the light They told me that I know that I'm wrong, but I don't know what's right, goddamn [Pre-Chorus] (Love me), you must hate me (Or leave me) Love me or leave me (Let me go my own way) [Chorus] She love me or leave me I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn, Funeral\n",
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      "Funeral/I do it Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Big Sean] Phew, phew, yeah If  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you If  you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) Look, look, look, funeral [Chorus: Big Sean] I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They  say, \"All facts,\" but don't prove shit (Huh) You  in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) This  a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship [Verse 1: Lil Baby] I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' All  these burners here hot, but we coolin' I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, \"Shit been movin'\" I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em I was dead broke, sleep on the futon Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run If I take your shit, can't give you no refund Ten mil' for a deal I agree on I put on for Atlanta like Deion Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em From the apartments to an arena Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him Look at God's child drivin' the Demon Fuck what you heard [Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne] I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, \"All facts,\" but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent I smoke the best exclusive I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded) Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it Told myself to continue my duties I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002 Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it Just like I play for Emilio Pucci I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki I need a favorite woman like The Fugees It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt [Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne] I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) They say, \"All facts,\" but don't prove shit (I knew it) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah) Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) [Outro: Lil Baby, Lil Wayne, & Big Sean] I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, \"Shit been movin'\" (Yeah) I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it My accountant just called, said, \"Shit been movin'\" Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you Funeral\n",
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      "Funeral/I Dont Sleep Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Lil Wayne] I don't sleep (I don't sleep) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep) Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees) [Post-Chorus] I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (I don't sleep) Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Fuck your dreams) Notorious B. I. G.  said it was all a dream (All a dream) I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo) In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo) Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah) Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah) They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink) And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace) 'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat) And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, I just popped a ten, I'm in my man cave Lookin' for some hoes in my DMs, man, I miss Backpage Your lil' ho do spin class at the gym, that bitch in bad shape My lil' ho said she gon' spend a band, I like it ratchet (Yeah) Did some cocaine with these bitches, like it fancy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Snort the cocaine off their titties in my mansion (Yeah, yeah) I'm gettin' naked with these bitches (Yeah) I'm on Addy and Cialis, breakin' records in these bitches Wait, I think (Think) this ho need Jesus, I need water She say, \"These (These) them double D's that float in water\" I'm too numb, I bit my jaw and I can't feel it (I can't feel it) I'm so numb I hit it raw and I can't feel it [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm on the ceilin', I don't sleep (I don't sleep) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep) Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees) [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Takeoff] Threw a million in a week and I ain't freak (I ain't freak) I ain't fret, I ain't sweat, I ain't keep (No) She said, Tunechi, \"What you think about me,\" lemme think (Woah) She said, \"Why you never answer?\" Told her, \"I was sleep\" (Takeoff) [Verse 2: Takeoff] Told her I was sleep (Sleep) Really, I was with my other bitch from Italy (I lied) Text message from my Memphis bitch, she get 'em ten a key (Ten) That stick shoot thirty minutes and it don't need anti-freeze I believe niggas tryna get the goals that I achieve (Goals) Me without the paper just like Tune without the lean (What?) IG without the memes (Nah) I'm up, Adderral, these niggas, they drinkin' on Tylenol ('Nol) I give her the X, she give me the neck, and no, we don't talk at all (At all) Jaws, I'm breakin' 'em in, she gettin' the balls and all (Ball) I cannot sleep and I cannot eat if it ain't codeine involved (Drank) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I don't sleep (I don't sleep) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) Speedballin' off the yayo and codeine (I don't sleep) Me and Takeoff 'bout to take off, 'bout to flee (Yeah) [Post-Chorus] I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Yeah, yeah, fuck your dreams) Notorious B. I. G.  said it was all a dream (All a dream) I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo) In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo) Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah) Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah) They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink) And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace) 'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat) And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet\n",
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      "Funeral/Know You Know Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] Lil' mama not no thief, she not no thief Steal a show, she still a ho, yeah She steal a show, she still a ho Yeah, hah Tony [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Check the vernacular It ain't no room, so she lapping up (Lap) Shawty a Blood and I'm Dracula (Drac') In a Tom Ford and I'm blacking up (Black) In a Maybach and I'm backing up (Back) Either protect or attackin' us (Uh) I just might buy her a Acura (Uh) Tell her to drive it to Africa (Damn) This how a rich nigga take the trash out, but I'm not a janitor (Nah) I'm an ex-drug dealer (Yeah) Get a rush when the egg sizzle Pocket full of dead people She mine, I don't share people If the feds watch me, they can see how many times I done fed people (Tell 'em) I hit, but I can't date you, baby You on the side like a baked potato You look crazy, I don't wanna change you If you a car, I would candy paint you That's a bar, that's an indicator Deep breath, hyperventilation Shorty gon' share that throat (Throat) She got the best, let's vote (Vote), yeah [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat If you know you know, that ho a ho That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shorty not a thief, but she steal a show, but she still a ho I'ma need a million dollar bitch and a million more She know I'm a million dollar nigga with a million hoes Chillin' way up in my condominium on the millionth floor She said that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow She said she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal I got cash from years ago, I ball 'til my Achilles tore You say you stackin' money to the roof, lil' boy, your ceilings low She been catching feelings though She been all in my business like Siri though I don't believe in no miracles She swallow my bacterials I fucked your ho, conduct your ho If you don't believe it, there's video That ain't your ho, that was your ho She just a ho, she been a ho [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat If you know you know, that ho a ho That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho Kissing on you with the same throat [Outro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] Lil' mama not no thief (She ain't no thief), not no thief Steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah), yeah She steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah) I just might buy her a Acura (Uh) Tell her to drive it to Africa (What?)\n",
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      "Funeral/Line Em Up Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] M-M-M-Murda (Hey) [Refrain] I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin' white You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend [Verse 1] She say I got a vanilla aftertaste Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave Harrell Park, it ain't nothin' like South Park Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart, damn Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (Smoke) Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es Uzis, . 223's, TEC's, semi-automatic, reflex Bullet ain't got no name, but these no-names ain't got no respect Put some respect on my name, don't know where I got that from Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for, woo 'Cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush, woo Tryna dodge and duck, but you can't duck, nigga, blaow [Chorus] Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy, Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up These niggas quack me up, brrah, better Donald Duck [Verse 2] Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah Line 'em up, I'm anonymous Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dawgs I'm comin' back with the dawgs Go at my neck, I'm comin' back at your skull (Gone) I'm comin' back with her drawers Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah I put the stash in the wall Thirty round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah 'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah I played the hands I was taught Family man, your family involved, damn Family tree, branches gon' fall Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no All of the cameras is off You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh We dunk on 'em, back in the form [Refrain] I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin' white Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend [Chorus] Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up These niggas quack me up (Quack me up), better Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) [Outro] Line 'em up, sign 'em up I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up Smoke, smoke (Gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow Smokin' Donald Duck I see you backin' up You better Donald Duck You niggas crack me up You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow Line 'em up, grrt You better Donald Duck, yeah Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke Funeral\n",
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      "Funeral/Mahogany Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Check [Verse 1] Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward, I race a NASCAR Transport just what you asked for Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer Now who them Xans for? I'll pop DANs for muscle relaxation, I'm a patient Pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racing Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out Oh, you faded? I'm faded out Oh, you made it? I made it out But you shady like 8 Mile 8 Ball from Orange Mound, letdown, I lay her down Like an eagle, she spread it out, ate it out, yeah, I ate it out I'm a Libra, I weigh it out Hope the reaper don't take me out I'm too eager to wait it out Stuck the heater in Satan's mouth Pray polices don't raid the house Pay my taxes and baby moms Ain't no cappin', don't play around Hate me back then, they hate me now In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up I stunt when I rolled up With a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up You know what's in my soda And your trap house closin', your glass house broken And my madhouse open and my lighthouse glowin' [Chorus] Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy Brains all over my mahogany dashboard [Verse 2] Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy I think in my backyard, I need an airport Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm Mahogany skin, touch me, I cut your hands off Mahogany door handle to match the floor panel Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line Good times, no hard times, uh-oh, it's that time We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Fab Five Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire Plug was a fucking Arabi, it's no cap, slime Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin' Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin' Let's get in bed and break these mahogany headboards Oh, woah, mahogany, yeah, woah [Chorus] Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy Brains all over my mahogany dashboard [Outro] Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Soon as we land, on mahogany sand Maho-mahogany sand Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Soon as we land, on mahogany sand I ain't arguin', I'm sayin' Ooh, mahogany\n",
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      "Funeral/Mama Mia Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] What's good, brother? Beat 'round the bush and I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you You niggas talkin' too much shit I'm about to find a good plumber Y'all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus You dead, brother I ain't a killer, but don't push me, like a red button The gun headbutt you like \"Bang, bang, bang, bang\" 'Til your heart stop drummin' I shoot you while the sun don't shine, this a hot summer But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off This bitch sound like a hard cough I'm a wizard with this mothafucka like I went to Hogwarts Cut the hog head and the tail off I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on And once it wear off, then, bitch, don't touch me like a airball Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9\" But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime I don't FaceTime with my new thang New Tang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga Dumb, deaf, brazy, cray-cray, blind But I still see in the dark, nigga Dark nigga, Akon I'm on my shit like maggots And they then they grow and they fly Got real bitches with fake asses With real views and fake eyes It's stupid, I'm stupid I'm out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin' Your partners is poodles Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless Titty-fuck your baby mama She breastfeed your child while I do it, I'm stupid [Bridge] Your crocodile's toothless Titty-fuck your baby mama She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it (Mama Mia) [Verse 2] I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi I'm shinin' my Uzi They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out Hopin' I don't smell like all these fuckin' vaginas I'm douchin' Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive Designers, excuse me, massagers masseuse me Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I'm gruesome, I'm grimey Turn you and lil' mami, to tuna salami You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science That's Tune in a Masi', that's who in a Hyundai You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the 'Gatti Pew, pew and I got 'em, pew, pew and I got 'em Lil' Tunechi a shotta Come through with my shottas, catch you and your thotta Turn a nigga noodle to nada Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie This life is a movie, you died in the movie, I write and produce it I cried as I view it, I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew in And my wife lookin' Jewish, wait My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait She European and she from Aruba, she from the States Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we overate We throw them B's up high as the moon, suwu in space I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes Mansion with a gate with some nice landscapes, the Atlantic across the way Don't ask me what I make, I'ma be answerin' all day Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandana on her face And I just psstt, took off, errr- and landed on her face I cannonballed her face Fuck her to some Diana Ross and faint Damn, I lost the faith Don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case You can't avoid the Drac' Drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way Now pass the phone to bae I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave He faker than the lashes on his babe, I'm like lashes on a slave I'm ashin' on his head He ain't got no credit and his Apple Card is dead What's in your wallet? [Outro] (Mama Mia) Funeral\n",
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      "Funeral/Never Mind Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Pre-Chorus] I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary Treat a bad fish better than a veterinary Never treat a secondary sweet as February I could turn a bestie into a adversary I tried, no, really, really, I tried Although I'm really, really up, I'm Still gonna give you all my downtime Yeah, yeah, yeah He say \"Damn, my nigga, never mind,\" oh no That's why I just get high I light one and watch time go by, go, go Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs? All I know is I tried Is it love, is it lust, is it drugs? [Verse 1] Thought I was done tryna love I guess I love tryna love, hey Not so careful, but today, I just don't care Dye my hair We so faded, we can't make it up my stairs We fuck right there Not so lucky, but tonight, I just crapped out Vegas sucks, I'm still gambling with her, no protection Protect what? 'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams I'm the one, she comes and goes But whatever, who knows? [Pre-Chorus] I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary Eat a bad bitch 'less she got that hairy, hairy I could take her ex out of her vocabulary [Chorus] I, yeah got a lot on my mind Tell my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry He say \"Why?\" He say \"Damn, my nigga, never mind,\" oh no That's why I just get high I light one and watch time go by, go, go Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs? [Verse 2] We ain't no junkies, but today, we're like Snow White Whatever we like, she don't judge me Though I may need her to be the one to give me life 'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams I'm the one, she comes and goes But whatever, who knows? He say \"Damn, my nigga, never mind\"\n",
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      "Funeral/Not Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, \"Not me\" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, \"Copy\" Bunch of lookin' ass bitches tryna watch me No Itachi Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi Now who gon' pop me? [Verse 1] Put some money on my head, but your shooter missed But you know karma is a bitch just like you a bitch Walked in the pet store said, \"Get me a cobra\" Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer You know wifey from Australia, she said, \"Cheers, mate\" Then we toast and see how you niggas' tears taste Mix the soda and codeine, that's a mixtape And if you hatin', come and say it to my dick face But who the fuck want war? No one so far Two cups, no straw, bustdown Chopard Smoke medicinal 'cause I'm sick I'm 5'5\", them Balencis make me 5'6\" It's my shit, nigga, smell that I'm in the Koenigsegg, nigga, spell that Where they sell that? I'm goin' turbo, yeah Stompin' on a nigga turf 'til I get turf toe, yeah Heard you got your own wave, no surfboard, damn Told her, \"Give me dirty head, no shampoo\" I like my blunt Remy thick, no capoose Talkin' shit and it taste like apples Fuck rappers (Huh) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, \"Not me\" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi I say, \"Aquí\" (Yeah) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, \"Not me\" (Huh?) Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see (Huh?) Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me (Yeah) Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, \"Copy\" (Woo) Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like Papi (Woo) I say, \"Grazie\" (Yeah) Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi (Yeah) Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi I say, \"Aquí\"\n",
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      "Funeral/Piano Trap Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Part I] [Intro] I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah) I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud [Verse] Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now All I can see is the purplest clouds Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns They 'bout to give me a personal foul I'ma thank God for my existence I'ma thank God for my charisma I'ma thank God that I'm in the business And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous I cannot really be seriously serious All of my goons take everything serious Run in the building and kill your superiors Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium I see y'all ass all in my peripheral Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian She workin' that ass continuous I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem I got a monogamous smile I do not know how I do how I give all to my daughters, no doubt It's been all about now until now I've been keepin' it quiet but loud I've been keepin' it private but proud I've been treatin' the fire like flowers I've been keepin' it silent but \"Pow\" And she 'bout to twerk on the ground Oh my God, she gettin' personal now Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah) She 'bout to twerk on the ground Oh my God, she gettin' personal now Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Call up my phone and my service was down Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Call up my phone and my service was down Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn [Part II] [Intro] Ayy, tell you what you should do, son [Verse] Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32 It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout I'm on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life' Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now All I could see is the purplest clouds Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns They 'bout to give me a personal foul\n",
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      "Funeral/Sights and Silencers Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: The-Dream] Ear Drummers Think that's it, ayy I think that's it You see the light Mike Will Made-It You see the light Yeah That's it [Chorus: The-Dream] Beautiful soul I'm surprised there's a body that could hold you Lotus I'm tryna talk her down, I need to focus I'm flawless You knew it in your heart, you are controlless Just focus On me [Post-Chorus: The-Dream] This love is dangerous It should be locked away Sights and silencers You are the end of days This kind of love is gon' tear up the world This kind of love is gon' tear up the world [Verse: Lil Wayne] Beautiful lover (Yeah) I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you, yeah (I'm surprised there's a God that can judge, yeah) Pink lotus (Yeah) I've been tryna pluck you better than the roses, yeah (Than the roses, yeah) Girl, I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded) You know it in your heart, we are explosive (We are explosive) She said, \"Baby, just unload it\" (Yeah) On me, yeah [Chorus: Lil Wayne & The-Dream] This love is dangerous (This love is dangerous), yeah, yeah, yeah It should be locked away (It should be locked away, should be locked away, should be locked away), yeah, yeah Sights and silencers (Sights and silencers), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You are the end of days And this kind of love is gon' tear up the world, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, tear up the world, oh) Tear up the world (Oh), yeah, this kind of love (Oh, oh) Tear up the world [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, this kind of love is gon' tear up the world (Oh) Tear up the world This kind of love\n",
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      "Funeral/Stop Playin Wit Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] (Chill Stump on the beat) [Verse 1] Ooh, I got a plus sized model But she my lil' mama I make her bust it open for me like a piñata And as the world turned, she was my spin doctor 'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games Baby, stop playin' with me Do I look like I'm playin' with you? I was runnin' from myself, and that's just who I ran into Closed my eyes last night and had a dream I was dyin' When I woke up, I was surprised, and I hate surprises I hate to love, they love to hate, but when it's all synchronizin' It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming I got on a straightjacket, then it must be fashion week I just look like this, ho, don't be comparin' me Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering They'd rather battle royale, way before they battle me Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z Motherfucker, stop playin' with me [Chorus] Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch, it's been a long time For a long time Time sure flies but it's on a long flight No I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time You think it's play time? Well bitch, it's game time And you gon' stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me [Verse 2] Ooh, I've been feelin' like a killer since the diapers I've been feelin' like a hitter since the minors Sticky icky like a itsy bitsy spider They say to be or not to be, bitch, I'm indecisive I'm in the buildin' like the interior designer You in your feelings like a bitch when she get her cycle Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm yellin', \"Please don't wife her\" Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper Well, fuck it, I'm thuggin' on the low, I'm ballin' on the high I'm fuckin' on the floor, she can crawl but can't hide I'm Bloodin' with my bros, goin' hard with my slimes It ain't nothin' to a GOAT but the roar of a lion Jungle book, ho, it's another book show No car keys needed, button push, go We gon' ghost ride in the whip, then she believe in ghosts I'ma snowplow on that bitch until she freezin' cold She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow Put my foot down in this bitch, these niggas twinkle toes Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold Way up in the nosebleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose [Outro] Nigga, stop playin' with me Stop playing with me It's been a long time, a long time Long, long time since she loved me long time Told her stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me No, I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time You think it's play time? Well then it's game time You gon' stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me, bitch Yes, I've been on time, for a long time And time sure flies, but it's on a long flight And you gon' stop playin' with me, yeah\n",
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      "Funeral/T.O Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Grrr [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I did not come here to see who was litty That stamp on the kilos say \"key to the city\" Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline I chop you up, they call them amputees I spit these facts, they call me fax machine [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I drop a four in this, I'm feelin' glorious Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious Bitch, I'm the man, no, the Mandalorian I'm in a DeLorean, nigga, I'm floorin' it I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner Pourin' her heart out, I'm just ignorin' her I let my hair down, I'm finna go throw her And bury myself in that pussy, no coroner I can't smoke Reggie, I be too edgy My bitch a veggie, bitch, I'm a legend Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin' Go pull up whenever, we ain't gotta schedule it Boy, I'm a president, presidential Rollie Bezel it heavily, inspect it carefully I'm smokin' like I'm in the Netherlands Like I'm a hippie that's stuck in the 70s You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies And this ain't no flag, lil' nigga, this rugby Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry [Chorus: Lil Wayne & O. T.  Genasis] Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (No, no, no) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow Every time I'm O. T. , my bitch cry like T. O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) Every time I'm O. T.  (Yeah), my bitch cry like T. O. (Go) I shoot at all of my enemies (Yeah) Walk around like I'm Yosemite (Yeah) Extra clip, that's my amenities (Aagh) I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (Who? Bah, bah, bah) Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (Mm, bang) Keep me a flag like a penalty (Bap, bang) Niggas know me, O. T.  (O. T. ) I got more hook than parentheses (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) Home Depot, keep me a toolie (Toolie, brrt) Walk in your house with a Uzi (Woo) Walk in your room like a groupie (Yeah) Wet your ass up with jacuzzi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) Everything white, I got Bieber Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter Bitch, bah [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I did not come here to see who was litty That stamp on the kilos say \"key to the city\" Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline I chop you up, they call them amputees I spit these facts, they call me fax machine [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Oh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) Every time I'm O. T. , my bitch cry like T. O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope, yeah (Steppin' on the dope, no, no, no, no) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) Every time I'm O. T. , my bitch cry like T. O.\n",
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      "Funeral/Trust Nobody Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Adam Levine] I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, \"I said I've been lookin' for me\" I've been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me I've been lookin' at the cross and it just look like a T Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, sheesh [Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne] If I die before I wake (Yeah) Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) I lost count of my mistakes (Shit) At least I learned along the way [Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] And I don't trust nobody (Nobody), not my lovers, not my friends (Nobody) I don't make no promises (No promises) 'cause I know just how they'll end And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (Nobody else) And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me You gon' find a bunch of motherfuckers lookin' like me I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green Safe to say I lost my way but I never lost the lead Safe to say I lost the brakes but I never lost the speed Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep but I never lost the dream If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief [Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] If I die before I wake (Yeah) Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) I lost count of my mistakes At least I learned along the way [Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah [Outro: Lil Wayne] If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, \"I said I've been lookin' for me,\" fuck\n",
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      "Funeral/Wayne's World Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Ow, ow (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, Wayne's world (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah) Let me bring you up to speed (Huh, huh, huh, huh) It's Wayne's World [Chorus] Party time excellent, I party hard (Huh) I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Rr) Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" I just said, \"Sure, it's Wayne's World\" Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah) I party hard even when times is hard (Yeah) I just go hard, party time, excellent [Verse 1] Pull up on your street and that shit was Sesame I'm with my Mexican, gang-bangin' heavily (Huh) Throw up your set at me, that I don't recommend (Hoo) I pull up in the Bugatti, we're not gon' bother And in the trunk, we got the elephant (Ooh) Know who you f'in' with, they don't know where you went Then they won't find you until you are skeleton (Ooh) They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish (Ooh, ooh) These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements (Ooh) Party time excellent, pardon my excellence (Yeah) Pardon my necklace (Yeah), pardon my neck and wrist (Yeah) Pardon my neckin' bitch (Yeah), all of my medicine All I be askin' is, \"Where the Promethazine?\" 'Cause, pipe the fuck up (Yeah) Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow Help, I've fallen, I can't get up I live in dark, get rich or die tryin' Like 50 Cent, minute man (Huh) Wish death upon me, better wish again (Huh) Don't shoot at Maaly G, he ain't listenin' Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, I tried to show him (Ayy) I pull up in a Bugatti, for real I pull up on the Ducati, one wheel (Vroom) Then I take off on the private, the Lear Up to the clouds until I disappear (Ayy) Ain't where I live, it's about how I live (Ayy) I'm outta here, me and my mama mia (Ayy) I'm in that pussy, her ass, and it's fun She shout in my ear, \"It's Wayne's World\" [Chorus] Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah) I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah) Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah) I said, \"Of course, it's Wayne's World\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus] Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) Call the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah) Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) Totally, Wayne's World (Yeah, yeah) Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah) Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours,\" I wanted more It's Wayne's World [Verse 2] Party time excellent, I party hard I party hard even when times is hard I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow Party time excellent, harder than yesterday I gotta medicate so I can resonate That made me featherweight, so I can levitate Into a better place, I don't care where you stay Better, they better, but that's how you better stay, wait (Wait) Who's that peekin' in my window, pow, nobody now (Pow) Two, no buss downs, one bling-bling, one bling-blaow (Wow) Just fucked my ex, don't know why, don't know how Play with that XBOX all night like a child Oh me, oh wow, baby, show me around I said, \"Show me your world,\" I said, \"Now, show me out\" Yeah, laid on that bitch, I skate on that bitch I wave to that bitch, I gave her a kiss Can't give her my world, but I gave her the dick Yeah, Wayne's World [Chorus] I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) So I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours\" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I said of course, it's Wayne's World [Post-Chorus] Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) Call the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah) Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) Totally, it's Wayne's World (Yeah, yeah) Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah) Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours,\" I wanted more It's Wayne's World Party time, excellent (Yeah) Call the slimes, let's get lit Party time, excellent Totally, Wayne's World Party time excellent, I party hard I party hard even when times is hard I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow This world is yours, it's Wayne's World Party time excellent, I party hard Tony Montana said, \"This world is yours,\" I wanted more Wayne's World Party time, excellent (Yeah) Call the slimes, let's get lit Party time, excellent Totally, it's Wayne's World [Outro] And we're out\n",
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      "Funeral/Wild Dogs Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] Bitch, I'm. Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf Got Siri fuckin' Alexa Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em Don't fuck with the rest of 'em Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs, we come to your area We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff) [Verse 1] Fresh out the pad, boy, bitch, I'm a hot boy Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy Percs get popped, boy, yes I'm a hostage Xanny get popped too, that's for my conscience Addy get popped too, now I'm a zombie Muscle relaxant, that's for my posture I'ma do acid, now I'm obnoxious Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage Call up your family, give 'em the options Tell 'em to cash it, put 'em in boxes Do not deal with 12 'cause you dealin' with monsters If everything fail, then we killin' your mama We all go to Hell but right now we on fire I'm talkin' that shit, yeah And I'm walkin' that shit like a dog in this bitch That's your dawg, he a bitch, yeah He was barkin' and shit, now he eatin' his words Tell him gargle and spit, don't be startin' no shit When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist Squeeze your heat 'til it squish, then I wash and not rinse Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch [Chorus] Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and. Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf Got Siri fuckin' Alexa Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em Me and my dawgs don't. Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs, we come to your area We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff) [Verse 2] Woah All my dawgs gon' slide, yeah Bust up in your home, yeah Home sweet homicide, yeah All my dawgs is wild niggas, saw your dawg goodbye, yeah Pet Sematary, I got all your dawgs inside, yeah Yeah, y'all done lost your mind, yeah And all my stars aligned, yeah So all my dawgs gon' shine, yeah All my dawgs is slimes, yeah It's war like Vietnam, yeah Throw that dog a bone, wait. [Chorus] Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and. Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf Got Siri fuckin' Alexa Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em Me and my dawgs don't. Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla I'ma bust down the Perpetual Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina With diamonds that's covered like eczema Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em We treat 'em like veterinarians Me and my dawgs, we come to your area We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)\n",
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      "IANAHB/Bill Gates Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of Vans If them niggas keep tripping they can share an ambulance Throw up blood with my hands My gang popping niggas Smoke that Kiesha, not that Reggie For you name dropping niggas All day I do it, I do it like Tony Got a sign on my dick that say \"Bad Bitches Only\" I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Man I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too Yeah all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw Bitch I get big bucks, pockets on Bruce Bruce Yeah I talk that shit, bitch I got bread, bitch I got toast Welcome to The Murder Show — I am the motherfucking host They call me Weezy F.  Baby, yes I do the fucking most I'm at their throats until they choke The God has spoke I need a smoke, man (Smoke break…) [Hook 1] Now let it breathe to 'em It go; all these bitches, and niggas still hating I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating Got a list full of problems I'll tend to them later Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man All these bitches and niggas still hating Yeah I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating Got a list full of problems I'll tend to them later Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man [Verse 2] It go; dark-ass shades, I can't see them haters Now eat these fucking bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shaun White I'm high all day, you can call that shit a long flight Every night's a long night, every day's a holiday I don't fuck with squares, now do that mean I'm out of shape? Yes I talk shit, got to defecate to conversate Weezy fuck the world, yep I fuck it 'til it ovulate Get her to the crib, get in that pussy and just dominate Weezy F.  Baby and the 'F' is for fornicate Polo Ralph Lauren, bitch, that's what my pajamas say Big tall glass of some shit you can't pronounciate Boogers in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face And still I do not give you motherfuckers the time of day Pistol in your mouth, I can not make out what you trying to say And if they want a war Then tell them motherfuckers \"Bombs away\" [Hook 2] Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating Man, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later And life is a bitch, but I appreciate her Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating And I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gateing Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later Man, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her [Outro] Let it breathe tune Just let it breathe tune, yeah Young, Young Mula, baby Young Mula, baby Young, Young Mula, baby Just let it breathe tune\n",
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      "IANAHB/Gonorrhea Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I am not a human Shout to all my moon men Yeah they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine And niggas don’t cross the line Niggas stay in line Like welfare I'm Saint Elsewhere Hotter than a Devil? Nigga, hell yeah Rock-a-bye baby Homicide baby That's more tear drops, call me cry baby What you talking 'bout? Tell it to my 9 Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I’m a young God Swagger unflawed Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard Life's a bitch, naw, better yet a dumb broad And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I’m shitting on 'em like two girls and one cup, yuck Weezy Baby AKA Bring The Money Home Pull out a AK and pop you in your funny bone Laugh now, die later motherfucker You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta motherfucker [Hook: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Man I’m so tired of balling, I sleep a lot now I’ll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow Gun at your eyebrow: Pow-Pow Man I ball hard, even with five fouls Yeah, we in this bitch, like tampons Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on Choke-hold around this shit 'cause I’m so hands-on I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall, and my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowing me just like a band horn Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be praying on Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital \"You can join\" Yeah, what y’all wanna do? I’m all ears Smoking on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce I’m just so ahead of my time like dog years Bal' like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears [Hook: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea [Verse 3: Drake] I am spending much more than I’m making On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information? I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing With a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the station I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me Yes, I’m with Young Money, tell the magazine stop asking me I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head And a flag the color red like a fucking low battery (Okay) Nigga peep the shit I’m wyling on I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam Big cheese big bread call that shit a calzone (Okay) I will break your fucking collar bone Us against the world, better pick which fucking side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr.  Carter's home [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea The money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia Yeah, I call it how I see it Y’all some pussy ass niggas: we should call ya gonorrhea You keep talking that shit, I’ma see ya Kill your senorita and and your fucking Mama Mia\n",
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      "IANAHB/Hold Up Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Leggo, Ok Bitch I’m me, American Gangster Weezy F.  Baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo New Orleans a-hole; frio, fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I’m raw like Quaaludes Bal' like gay hoes Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s Niggas want problems, well I am problematic It’s back to picking cotton, cause you niggas cotton candy I’m a Eastside Damu Deep water Shamu Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo Kush in the bamboo Pussy in the bedroom Pass that bitch down like an heirloom Tunechi [Hook: Lil Wayne] Hold up, hold up Wait a minute Hold up, hold up Man, we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching And we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up [Verse 2: T-Streets] Maan, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that East Gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets I fucked that bitch: mission complete Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations I don’t play games, niggas simulation Which one of y’all niggas say you bout it It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take you out it That’s word to the Glock Glock in the sock Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock Hol' up [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Married to the money, you welcome to the reception And she came with problems; fuck it, that’s my stepsons Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, uh Based on a true story I got a million flows, they ain’t even two stories Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn Shoot down the early bird, and that’s how I get the worm Yeah, Real Nigga University Alumni Just checked my watch, and that bitch said sometimes She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul-searching And they say money talks, well it’s my spokesperson, uh Grab a star from the sunroof I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true Yeah, Young Money and the power Send my B's at you, like a motherfucking flower Hold Up [Hook: Lil Wayne] Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up Man, we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching And we hustle 'til night fall Party 'til sunlight Guns in the boxers Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up\n",
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      "IANAHB/I Don't Like The Look Of It Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] I don't like the look of it [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup, got a nigga movin slow I'm all about the money, what the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin all these rap niggas Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin funeral Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday, like we won the fuckin Super Bowl Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy When I'm walkin by, the women sayin, \"Who is that nigga?\" I replied, \"Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga!\" I was raised in the home of the cap splitters Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal And you's a motherfuckin duck, Daffy Dill I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill Pick the knife or gun or you can get the package deal I'm hot nigga, burnin everything around me I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me The streets say I'm king but the game'll never crown me Realest nigga doin it just ask the niggas 'round me So you cain't size me up or try to clown a- Shark in the water, jump in and I'mma drown ya New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'mma down ya Put niggas to sleep like a muthafuckin downer I'm a Great White, you'se a flounder Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around ya U-Haul Gudda, movin everything around ya It's Young Money, bitch! At the top is where they found us, nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em Silence on the gun, watch a nigga mute 'em The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden School these niggas, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain't playin with ya The weed broke down, like a transmission Tha chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spittin like I ate a jalapeno I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce I ain't worryin 'bout shit, everything paid out You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house With a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out Cash Money president, but we in a red house Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin day I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake I gotta eat, bitch! Like a runaway Y'all niggas ain't eatin, stomach ache Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin I used to be ballin, but now I'm Bill Gatein Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil' traffic Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh\n",
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      "IANAHB/I'm Single Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Camo shorts and Bubba Kush We can talk she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Damn, where is the fucking trust I'm tired of the hoop and hollering I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the Island Then take her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business Shit she probably out here fucking niggas I'm fucking her friends Now her friends ain't even fucking with her Damn, she text me all day and night So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right I text her back, and tell her it's life Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Verse 2] Dreads braided to the back I'm chilling but my swag on full attack And my girl acting like a brat So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back She hate it when I do that shit And when I get home she go through my shit She call numbers back to see who that is Man I hate it when she do that shit Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers Now make me take this Polo off Girl you can get broken off Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off Swimming trunks and bathing suits Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Verse 3] Now she got on her fuck 'em dress And I got on my double-breast And he been fussing all day with her And I make her feel special like a place kicker She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her I say hold up She say she just playing Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand Hot sex and cold wine She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line I cut my phones off, both lines It's about to get nasty, pork rinds She came hard, both times We both say we single, and we both lying We both wrong, but it feel right Put your hands up if you single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Outro] If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your- If you're single tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single If you're single tonight\n",
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      "IANAHB/IANAHB Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] I-I-I, am-am not a human being! [Verse 1] Uhh, pussy for lunch Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha Yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland Together we stand, and fall on y'all Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball These dames ain't shit, Young Money is I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers Come through, coupe same color as veneers And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid Shit, fuck with me and get hid I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids Just do it? My nigga, I just did Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig You dig? This here, this big biz And I scream, \"Fuck it!\" [Hook] I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic Oww! [Verse 2] Uhh, rockstar baby Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese Heater close range, cause people are strange But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain Uhh, swag on infinity I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories Father forgive me for my brash delivery I-I-I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2\" I scream \"Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!\" And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you [Hook] I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic I am not basic I-I am not basic I thank God that I am not basic I-I-I, am-am not a human being! [Verse 3] Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops You better run motherfucker, cause we not You better run 'til your feet stop You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my teapot Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop [Hook] I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic I-I-I-I, I, I am not I-I-I, am-am not a human being\n",
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      "IANAHB/Popular Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Bridge: Lil Wayne] Yeah! She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm-I'm attracted to her [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh! She a monster, I’m her sponsor She run through my head, Chris Johnson I’ma tackle her, get in back of her Bust that open suck that pussy like the Dracula What your man doing? Tell him fall back Throw that pussy at me, baseball bat I kiss her where she point I make her lose her voice I see her when I want, call that viewers choice Number one lover, she want none other Don't need another one when we got one another I take her out and then I take her down I beat it up twelve rounds [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh! She a monster, but im a beast though Take her clothes off, with my teeth though I beat slow or I can hit it fast I do it how she ask, and I cum last I bust her ass, we tear it down Then I gotta split like James Brown Its all love, I come back around And if she back it up, then-then I back it down Tell me something is you ready for me baby Take this beast up out my pants and let you pet it for me baby My dick on professor Klump jump on this Eddie for me baby And when you fuck with me they give you credit for it baby yeah [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh! She got that good good she Michael Jackson bad I’m attracted to her for her atractive ass So pack your bags, I fly you in Soon as she land, we get it in She love to put her legs around my neck I promise if I fuck her harder she gon' choke me to death ha And its always wet, don't know if she the best I ever had But she's the best I had yet [Outro Lil Twist & Lil Wayne] Hey and you get popular baby (Lil Twist) And like a cradle I'll be rockin' you baby (yeah) I feel good when I'm on top of you baby So I'mma stay on top of you baby, hey\n",
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      "IANAHB/Right Above It Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Kane is in the building [Verse 1: Drake] Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole I'm with Marley G's bro Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh My real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls are down to roll I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole Plus I be sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go [Hook: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Meet me on the fresh train, yes I'm in the building You just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change And I smoke 'til I got chest pains And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spinning, dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me [Hook: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] How do you say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limping off tour, cause I made more on my second leg Muthafuckin' Birdman Jr. , 11th Grade Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments Uh, now come on be my blood donor Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that Nigga, nothing short of that President Carter, Young Money Democrat [Hook: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first\n",
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      "IANAHB/That Aint Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Cut the music up please Yeah, I shall never leave Hip-Hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tick tock Around the clock, yes it’s my time, my throne Better know the time of day in any fuckin' time zone I’m feelin' like I’m on top of the rhinestone Pullin' the ladder from heaven, about to climb home Mental thoughts are sharper than a pine cone In this world of numbers, I keep my nine on And I don’t go to church because the lyin' long And the preacher, he be gettin' his shine on But I know my Lord — I am God’s own Back to my hands, tick-tick; a time bomb [Hook: Jay Sean] Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah You can try lock me up You can try to break me down But I stay strong It’s my own throne Can't stop now cause that ain't me You can try lock me up You can try to break me down But I stay strong It’s my own throne Can't stop now cause that ain't me [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Tryna stay afloat on my inner tube When they turned my city into a swimmin' pool Before that, it was a livin' cesspool We gotta get on our shit, like gnats do Polices be on my tip, like hats do But I stay strong like blacks do Never saved by the bell in a black school And I stay in trouble like Zack do And in this game, nobody’s on my plateau Therefore my name remains, like a tattoo Yes, I take giant steps in Shaq boots B-I-R-D-man Junior, or — Weezy F.  Baby, baby [Hook: Jay Sean] Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah You can try lock me up You can try to break me down But I stay strong It’s my own throne Can't stop now cause that ain't me You can try lock me up You can try to break me down But I stay strong It’s my own throne Can't stop now cause that ain't me [Bridge: Jay Sean] That ain't me See I won’t stop, that ain't me I won't quit, that ain't me No, I won't stop, that ain't me Cause that ain't me [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Alright; alright, alright, alright I’m in their conversations The title's up for grabs, I’m into confiscation Punch, shot, and stab; now you're the doctor's patient Wild like an Arab from the Islamic nation I get money 'round the clock, ain't got no time for hatin' And these niggas ain't shit, like they're constipated I get the coupe with the kit, watch me lobster red it Drop the top at the light, that's when I be headed So far ahead of them I feel outdated But I feel electric like I’m Rayden Used to play Mortal Kombat when I was a couch potato And now I’m coming out the faders, no homo [Hook: Jay Sean] Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah You can try lock me up You can try to break me down But I stay strong It’s my own throne Can't stop now cause that ain't me You can try lock me up You can try to break me down But I stay strong It’s my own throne Can't stop now cause that ain't me\n",
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      "IANAHB/What's Wrong With Them Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Life on the rocks Too hard to swallow So we get high till it feel like the sky low Ya’ll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo Money is the song Pockets on high note Do Re Mi Fa So I rock like a fossil Big boss shit, Paul Castellano Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl [Refrain: Nicki Minaj] This is times up Put your signs up They done picked my dude Out the line up Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them You see many you call Very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Mind over matter, money over all The world is on my shoulders Should I dust my shoulders off? Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls Fuck the bullshit but just don’t fuck it raw Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m going And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price Life is my wife, till death do us part Man I’m fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art [Refrain] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat Y’all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat Disrespectful on the beat, Borat Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that Yeah, now time’s getting shorter Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border So much money piled up, I’m a motherfucking hoarder\n",
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      "IANAHB/With You Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Shawty badder than a three-year-old Keep playing and I'ma eat her like a pita roll I'm just saying, with my love I could feed her soul Two-day getaway and we don't need our clothes We at the pool and she looking like a center fold Two tattoos but she say she getting plenty mo She got Indian in her family, Seminole Me and shawty go together like chemicals And she get mad when I call other women hoes You send her rose, I pick some flowers and send her those Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe I whisper in her ear then lick round her lobe And when she check her watch, it’s never time to go And with her brain she should make the honor roll And when I came she caught me like a common cold [Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit [Chorus: Drake] With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With you and only you [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I say damn I must be left 'Cause you the best I ever seen, right Shawty put me on, you got me going like some green lights See you with your girls, they probably telling you that he ain't right Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice Let's get together over night Shawty I'm a pro and you are looking like the prototype Ms.  Cita, I took your advice Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice I'm cruising on the road of life but I need a passenger Appetite for loving, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger I be on that lavender I be in the bath with her Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner [Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit [Chorus: Drake] With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With you and only you [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Now she don't know about me but I'ma put her on it And she ain't sure about me but can't go without me We probably ain't supposed to be together But I wonder if our love affair could last forever And shawty I'm with you Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget you Then I told her to her face If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place [Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit [Bridge: Drake] Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight [Chorus: Drake] With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With you and only you\n",
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      "IANAHB/YM Banger Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Ok I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow Sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts It's simple mathematics; you cut the check And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin' Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston Potatohead niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in Nah, I doubt it; I was young and reckless when P say he was about it You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch~! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace Black clothes, black tennis', black semi' I've never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch I got stacks Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP And we don't do shit but get money all day Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin' your way YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored I blitz yo' ass like a mothafuckin' lineman Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas Still wear red like an old 49er Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya Weezy F baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda Uggh! [Verse 3: Jae Millz] Let-let go Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history So doin that my extra-curicular activity Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry Two things in the world I love - good head and victory You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin me Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr.  T This is Misery, no Kathy Bates Come at me sideways my money'll slap you straight Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I'll smash your ace Leave the club with ya girl send her home with a ashy face Love is a gamble, but it's my casino And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveno I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it And all you whack ass rap niggas dyin with it I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin' Po-pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine Millz! [Verse 4: Tyga] Say, put the flow Say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin hot His pick flip cause the nigga flopped My shit hit like the pitch was soft, niggas cottonballed She dropped drawers cause she poppin off Her pussy crossed guard but, I don't stop at all I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin law Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don? That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm Shittin on 'em like hay in the barn Hey wait they say Money talks and, man you don't speak at all You shop at mini-malls My style two thumbs up like using analogs Ha ha~! I wreck shit for the recognition bitch Jesus as my witness, Saan vision Eyeball you niggas, flame flicker I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin\n",
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      "IANAHB/YM Salute Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Then do it for the troops It’s Young Money salute [Verse 1: Lil' Twist] So sick with the flow Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist Been a pro way before Romo or T. O No Witten, Cowboys to a Piston A. I. , no Wallace, your kids gettin' demolished I’m bookin' on your suckers like I'm just leaving college But smart, very smart - too smart for your knowledge Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius It’s YME, nothin' gets in between us [Verse 2: Lil' Chuckee] Tell Wayne I’m goin' in like somebody bout to bury me In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me That's why you see me on stage rockin' with Young Money I told my team I got us man, it’s all on me Like Volume two B. G. , I got my crew with me Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki Every time I’m on the track it’s ransom Can’t find us anymore, it’s random When Young Money come through you better salute us [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Then do it for the troops It’s Young Money salute [Verse 3: Jae Millz] Hey I solemnly swear if it ever go down You ain't never got to call me cause I’mma be there Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes Strapped like Velcro and is we running hell no And truthfully, aimin' for number one, oh do we You ask why I reply 'cause nobody remember two or three Cross YM out of him we'll make a movie We all we can be, respect the army and salute we [Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] Young Money army, we marching We coming forward, no warning We got these boys running like Forrest So salute me like a general First place, never last Always on top and I’m a chief like a Seminole Got the game in a stranglehold​ no letting up You can get the top of your can popped like 7-Up Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me And we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick [Verse 5: Nicki Minaj] I’ma need my badges and my ribbons Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn’t given Everything that I’ve given, I swear I’ll never give in Just look at what I’ve been in and this is just the beginning I d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls Blowing kisses to the soldiers, I am Marilyn Monroe But we shoot shoot shoot em up, camouflage me Cause Young Money is the Navy better yet the Army [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Then do it for the troops It’s Young Money salute [Verse 6: Lil Wayne] Commander-in-Chief One hand on the World, one hand on the brief I stand on the world, bitch I stand on the peak Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G Don’t ask me about shit but money Fuckin’ right my money long I got that 10-foot money I get it fast when I get to the money When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running I meant feet, I’m in deep like wet pussy I’m a purple heart proven war vet, rookie You can’t even sit next to me Now bring money or death to me, or don’t step to me Now don’t step nigga, march with me To the steps of the court building Like ain’t we God’s children? I know at all times gods feel me So I play my part until the war kill me Salute - or shoot\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Back To You Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you [Verse 1] She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi But that's neither here nor there, she been contemplatin short hair She said she tryna be different but she just like the rest of these bitches But that's neither here nor there, and my dick is her chair It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software Got so many hoes I'm hoeing, but she the only one worth knowing And yeah, I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in I ain't tripping, but she be tripping They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffing Look, girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em? I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up I just wanted some time, she say, \"Okay I'm your honor\" But she been wanting to break up since Dolce and Gabbana All that ass I just be like, \"Come sit your groceries on my counter\" I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana I dying to meet her girl, but she want me to meet her momma Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9 The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine, Tunechi! [Hook: Jamie Lidell sample] Now, I know the only compass that I need I'm putting my hat back on Is the one that leads back to you Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you [Verse 2] I got that shit in my system Somebody gonna be my victim Eh, so where you at with it? 'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need a ass-sistant I got that good-good, that get right That early morning, that midnight I beat it up like a fist fight, one, two, three, four, five, 6-9 That dick all in your windpipe, some of her friends I dislike Some of your friends, they alright, sometimes I think y'all all dykes But fuck all that, I'm on one, don't wanna be with the wrong one That cold head, that warm tongue, my third leg run marathons I feel you like I'm blind, girl, can't you see? It's meant to be So come to me, then come for me, my game cold, one degree I'm rolling with two bad bitches 'cause misery loves company One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps No red lights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi 'Cause, girl, it's almost twelve and this dick won't suck itself Girl, you know it need some help, it'd make a nigga's day If you said you on your way, eh, eh Should I call somebody else? Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day I just hope you know the way And she said\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Beat The Shit Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We shit out that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga Bring that ruckus up in here, throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo Climbin' up a Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new Spilling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone Them niggas 'cidal bums flinchin' at the sight of arms Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign [Hook] Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We shit out that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames What's up with your fist game? You'll catch a hook, fish hang Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex Knock your head off, you just a rough neck And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest Dick-in-a-booty-ass nigga Die-quick-in-a-movie-ass nigga Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga, BRRRRR Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath Give my fist a kiss, nigga [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it Clean em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up They say we all gotta pay the price, fuck it, man, ring me up Fuckin' right I skate, ho, pussy is my scapegoat And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos I'm a genius, take notes, I'll split your egg to the egg yolk I'll be dead before I be dead broke Still burn money, my bread toast Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga But just keep your two pennies, nigga Start shit and I'll end it, nigga Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga Lil' Tunechi. give my fist a kiss, nigga. [Outro] Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga What you drink in this bitch? I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Curtains Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah, nah And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas And that pussy shit they doin' I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish My nigga Drake he Jewish I swear to god I ain't nervous, nah, hahah Okay I swear to God I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous I say, I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my serpent Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin Just want some mouth and lip service And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid For them dead presidents, we will start digging graves I swear my momma trust my work So I give these hoes that work They say the best things in life are free That's why it cost for you to get murked And my pants sagging like fuck it - I'm still on my business Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless [Hook: Lil Wayne] Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh I said I swear to God I ain't nervous I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous And that pussy don't get purchased, ho Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working I like em long haired and curvy And if niggas think it's a game I'll leave they brains on their jerseys [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] She say she love me, that's the molly talking She about to blow me, like a signing bonus She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch I'm the original gangster, he the remix Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma? I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor And her birthday suit is her pajamas She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him I get Adam like Yolonda Young Money Cash Money, Obama It's fuck the world, no condom If he twisted, I'll unwind him And this pistol came with a silence [Hook: Lil Wayne] But I swear to God he heard it, yeah And I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby [Verse 3: Boo] On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like virgins I got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies Ain't got no worries like Tunechi All my chicks be bougie Wanna hold hands then watch movies I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it Ain't no talking- lets get to it Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises [Outro: Lil Wayne] Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh I swear to God I ain't nervous No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains Ya\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Days and Days Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lydia Pense & Lil Wayne] You leave your home for days and days Yeah (Hey) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Lydia Pense] Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither (But hey) You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers (But hey) Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers (But hey) Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeño (Hey) I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket (But hey) Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip (But hey) You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter (But hey) I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat I go tapeworm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin' So big-headed, my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin' My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes Lil Tunechi (Hey) [Verse 2: 2 Chainz & Lydia Pense] (But hey) Yeah, 2 Chainz (But hey) I might book me for a show (But hey) Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough (But hey) That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures (But hey) I like math, all I did was add bitches (Hey) Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours (But hey) It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle (Hey) You dog her out, I tell her, hop in (Hey) 2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me (With me) Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it (Damn) Everything authentic (Tru), plus I named my pistols Last name \"Fuck,\" first name \"I Don't Give A\" (Bah) Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure, yeah [Refrain: Lydia Pense & Lil Wayne] You leave your home for days and days Alright, uh (Hey) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Lydia Pense] All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks (But he—) I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink (Hey) I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat (But hey) And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat (But hey) I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious (But—) I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss, I'ma need some more S's Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick 'Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples I pop a nigga like a 'sicle, drop a nigga like a missle Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fit you Tunechi [Outro: Lydia Pense] You leave your home for days and days\n",
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      "IANAHB II/God Bless Amerika Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and rolls It’s Judgment Day or a fire drill Yea, I pour out my heart, have a drink They say the drunk never lie, they ain’t never lyin' yea My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of kill em all and let em die [Hook] God bless Amerika This ole' godless Amerika I heard tomorrow ain’t promised today The end of time is like a hour away [Verse 2] Damn, military minded, lost and can’t find it The stars on the flag are never shining Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today Will I die or go to jail today? Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword Heard police was lookin' for me, I’mma hide by a broad Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket I’m wired out the socket, but still shocking Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead If there’s food for thought then I’m guilty of greed Mama said take what you want – I took heed yea Now let it breathe, yea [Verse 3] Back to life, back to reality Been eating my girl and she’s so sweet, got cavities Granted we do it for vanity not humanity But what’s appealing to me is under banana trees, love I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged Ain’t that a bitch? I’m just a nut tryna bust a nut, in a nut shell Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail Same shit, different air freshener I don’t play, boy, I ain’t Hugh Hefner Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind I be in the cloud, cloud number 9 And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time It’s a cold world, I put on a mink There’s a chain of command, I’m the missing link [Hook] God bless Amerika This ole' godless Amerika I heard tomorrow ain’t promised today And I’m smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet [Outro] Here we live by the sword and die by the sword Heard police was lookin' for me, I’mma hide by a broad Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket I’m wired out the socket, but still shockin' Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead I saw a butterfly in hell today Will I die or go to jail today?\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Gunwalk Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Lil Wayne] (Yeah ho!) I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law (Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk (Yeah ho!) Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law (Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk (Yeah ho!) [Hook: Lil Wayne] I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And there's no talkin' back, when my gun talk [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Keep that ho shit over there (Yeah ho!) And we don't shoot in the air I can't fuck with these niggas, man, these niggas gummy bears Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that motherfucker's hair It's like, man, you can't trust nobody I don't even have a trust fund Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga Don't duck, nigga, 'cause I duck hunt Bitch, rock with me, that Glock with me That chopper with me, obviously I'mma empty this motherfucker That's fifty shots, approximately Now fuck with me, get fucked over Emergency room, rushed over Hollow tips, in the clip My gun loaded, yours sober I pull your card like a lawn mower Fall back or I'm goin' forward I see you got your gun drawn I'll send you back to the drawin' board Lil Tunechi [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Walking 'round this motherfucker limpin' 'Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scottie Pippen's On the molly and I'm twisted, throw your body with the fishes Double back around that corner and embodyin' the witness Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive-by's and walk-up's Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star-struck I don't fuck with lame niggas, I got good aim, nigga Pop a pill, pop you, my nickname is Pain Killer I'm still that same nigga; Eastside, I rep that Pussy niggas better get right, or where I see you, you get left at Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk Gudda [Bridge: Juicy J & Lil Wayne] I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And it's no talkin' back when it go off You speechless, you speechless I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law You speechless, you speechless See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk You speechless, you speechless I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk You speechless, you speechless - when I cock back\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Hello Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne & Shane Heyl] Cut the fuckin’ music up Uh, yeah Goat Mouf Gumbo Uh Brain stretched out Yeah, bitch Shake Junt, Shake Junt Yeah, Chicken bone Nowison Nowison Death wish, bitch [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH Phone in her back pocket made her booty call [Chorus: Lil Wayne & (Shayne Heyl)] I said hello, hello, she said \"oh shit!\" I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh) I be on my head and she be on her knees What you know about that? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH Phone in her back pocket made her booty call [Chorus: Lil Wayne & (Shayne Heyl)] I said hello, hello, she said \"oh shit!\" I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh) I be on my head and she be on her knees What you know about that? [Verse 3: Shane Heyl] Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Goat Mouf Gumbo's Here to save ya \"S\" on my chest, like a Super-Man vest Shake Junt!, I'mma say it again, Shake Junt! Time's wasting Had a chance, now look at the mess Evil thoughts they run in my head Get there, while you can, I say get there while you can No you can't, yes I can Pushin' fast at 50 milli got me screamin' faster!\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Hot Revolver Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] She's askin' \"do you have the time To listen to me whine?\" She's askin', \"who's on the other line?\" You diss me everytime I tell her, baby I'm a star, shit, I'm above the stars And now, I done got so high, I done forgotten who you are [Bridge: Lil Wayne] I tell her I'm in love with you But I can't be with you Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Hop back in my spaceship Girl, I gotta drop your ass off Cause I just come to take it Then you know I gotta take off But I'mma be here next week So call your company and take off Cause she say \"Wayne you ain't shit You got me all impatient\" Cry me a river I can hear my conscience while I sail off [Hook: Dre] Boy you got a problem And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself You're like a hot revolver But you ain't killin' no one but yourself And soon she's gonna find someone to love And you gon find yourself, so all alone [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] One minute she love me, the next minute she hate me That's two minutes of my time she done wasted She say she pray she have Weezy F's baby And I be having seizures, but she say she can't shake me And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted I swear I like her more than she think I do Girl, when I think of you My dick just start to jumpin' like a fucking kangaroo I suck and fuck and finger you But you want me to cling to you And I ain't asking you to change Cause I know I can't jingle you I got my ways. And you have your days. And we gave it our best shot But I just got grazed I'm sorry [Hook]\n",
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      "IANAHB II/IANAHB Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse] I'm in the crib butt-naked, bitch She say my dick could be the next Black president Americans hate that I'm American Medicine, I treat it like peppermints Ugh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy Shoot you in your fucking mouth and make you talk to me Yeah, sometimes, I need someone to talk to 'Cause I am not a human being—part two! Getting paid show money for walkthroughs Letting all these hoes ride my dick: carpool My bars passed the bar exam, no law school Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds Ugh, what your man doing? I pop his motherfucking top like a canned good And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed And last night, I took a transformer And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron But my girl was sleeping with Decepticons Money talks, man, and mine talk lecture-long P-U-S-S-Y: my second home I be grinding on them hoes like a half-pipe She say, \"Tunechi, you the shit; you need your ass wiped\" I say, \"Before you gas me up, check the gas price\" Then I make her take this dick like advice, hahaha She seesaw it, she suck it and enjoy it I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids Jose Canseco, make no mistake Like a white boy wearing black paint, you're a fake-ass nigga Brake pads, nigga, wait You ain't in my weight class, nigga Looking for the motherfucking man in the mirror Running this shit like a faucet: Farrah Barra-cuda, who the fuck you-uh? I can make your bitch root for me like I grew her Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure 90 billion bitches on my stick like a skewer, that's swag I'm a true Blood, bitch, no fangs Been went pro, now I'm going pro-pane Tell a bitch, \"Get off me!\" I got her over here blowing me like coffee Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated And I get head while it's decapitated, haha Think it's a game? Nigga, come play I'm with my killer Bs, fuck bug spray Yeah, Young Money so gangsta I personally know strangers, it's so strange But this girl named Dana like to go anal Shoot him in his head—what's that? A no-brainer Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don't be breaking my arm I'd rather wring your fucking neck before I ring the alarm I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me along with him I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair Fuck with me, your ass is grass—get a lawn chair I was fucking before my dick started growing hair Bitches sweating me like John Mayer or warm air Man. Nuts and bananas You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners? If you fake, put a egg in your shoe and scramble No rubber, I just fucked this piano, nigga! [Outro/Piano Outro] Lew!\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Lay It Down Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Cut the music up [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Li I be with niggas that shoot police I keep that iron, you can get creased And if she say she didn't fuck, bitch ya lying through ya teeth They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were free Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see Niggas say they paid they dues, well I'm checkin' your receipt Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, who but me? Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef Cause all my niggas well rounded Don't fuck with none of these square niggas Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California I hit it sideways, caddy-corner Then she catch that nut like pneumonia, Lil Tunechi [Hook: Lil Wayne] Lay it down ho, lay it down bitch Lay it down ho, lay it down Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Put the money on the couch nigga Gimme everything up in yo house nigga, shut yo mouth nigga Put the money on the couch nigga Gimme everything up in yo house nigga, shut yo mouth nigga [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Start it up, vroom vroom Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom Unless I get the brain, poom poom She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoom Tryna get paid too soon, one deep, one sweep away in a room room We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune My syrup purple, my turf Earth, my birth circle, I'll dirt surf you I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful My shooters still got curb curfews Y'all bout as hot as Von Dutch, y'all not gone harm much Hijack y'all some prom busts; ain't no retreat but my arms up No graffiti, my bombs up, it's Young Money in this shit Until a nigga dead and gone If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on? I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on Point 'em out, Truk ya life, fuck ya style, fuck with me You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile for a dunkin pile You better duck it, pal If you getting it, then you getting it, it's my money I ain't splitting it I ain't tripping it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it Came out the bank, bye teller, give a bum money, hi fella Bad lil' ho, high yellow, Brand new Rolie, Sky Dweller Just left from Dubai, flew private eye I made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lie I said, them niggas was poppin', fake niggas be watchin My black glove be drippin wet, but I got my Cochran Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine The Maybach ain't poppin, if it ain't got no partation Oops, I mean partition,it's all a part of my vision I sit and count this money, while I watch you bitches audition I said oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition, hehehe [Outro: Nicki Minaj] Fuck wrong with you bitches? I don’t give a fuck; you don’t hear me, you don’t see me Bitch you gon' feel me ho Young Money, Young, Young Money nigga Young, Young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Love Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Pre-Chorus: Future] I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Mike WiLL Made-It) I got some down bitches I can call (What's happenin'?) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, pussy-ass nigga, stop hatin' Lil Tunechi got that fire And these hoes love me like Satan, man Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied And all she eat is dick She's on a strict diet, that's my baby With no makeup, she a ten And she the best with that head Even better than Karrine She don't want money She want the time that we could spend She said, \"'Cause I really need somebody So tell me you're that somebody\" Girl, I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't Got that A1 credit, that's that filet mignon She said, \"I never want to make you mad I just want to make you proud\" I said, \"Baby, just make me cum Then don't make a sound\" Slick Tunechi [Pre-Chorus: Future & Lil Wayne] I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) I got some down bitches I can call (What's happenin'?) [Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne] Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga Long as these bitches love me [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, real nigga, fuck these haters These hoes got pussies like craters Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man Pussy, money, weed, codeine She said my dick feel like morphine I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas She wake up, eat this dick Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96 I feel her heartbeat, I chest-to-chest with this bitch Now turn around, face down; I'm arrestin' this bitch Yeah, all my bitches love me, and I love all my bitches But it's like as soon as I cum, I come to my senses And I would say these hoes' names But then I would be snitchin' And these haters try to knock me But they can't knock me off the hinges Lil Tunechi [Pre-Chorus: Future & Lil Wayne] I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) I got some down bitches I can call (What's happenin'?) [Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne] Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout [Bridge: Lil Wayne] I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' Bitch [Pre-Chorus: Future, Lil Wayne, & Both] I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Tunech) I got some down bitches I can call (What's happenin'?) [Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne] Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga (Yeah) Long as these bitches love me\n",
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      "IANAHB II/My Homies Still Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Pump that bass [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Man, fuck ya'll with a sick dick, semi automatic, no click click We don't feel you, like an elephant getting fucked with a tick dick Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch I gotta put that patch over my third eye: Slick Rick Trukfit, T-shirt, talk second, skeet first Boy, your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first She give me brain: research, and I prefer reefer But if you want some coke, that's cool, 'cause my homies still [Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean, & Both] Yeah, my homies still Haha, my homies still Yeah, my homies still Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, (go dumb) go stupid, yeah (Whoa, boy) [Verse 2: Big Sean] Okay, my girls and cars both skrt off (skrt) I like a pussy so wet that I can surf off (whoa) In a hotspot 'cause a nigga never chillin' (chillin') I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches Boy, I overgrind (whoa), overshine (whoa) Ain't another nigga over Sean (boy, boy) I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time (boy, boy) I’m rollin' pine, I’m so divine I’m west side, west side, dark glasses on like I'm goin' blind Looking like Eazy E, it’s just me and Lil Weezy-we Get off my dick! [Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean, & Both] Yeah, my homies still (whoa) Haha, my homies still (boy, boy, boy) Yeah, my homies still (whoah, oh God) Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid, go stupid (boy, boy), yeah Don’t make my goons go stupid Go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah (Whoa, whoa, oh God) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] Look, I’m east side, them haters 90 going west (boy, boy, boy) My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf (huh?) Weezy F, I'm east side, them haters 90 going west My niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, I don’t love them hoes Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose Man, I just play my hand, but I am not the dealer You see I got them tear drops, I cry your ass a river I got that Trukfit T-shirt, listening to Rebirth I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk Pussy for dessert, put your ass beneath Earth And I don’t sell drugs, but if you need work My homies still [Hook: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] Yeah, my homies still Haha, my homies still Yeah, my homies still Whoa, okay [Verse 4: Big Sean & Lil Wayne] Boy, this here’s what I do do (do do) Got your sister dancing, not the kind that's in a tutu (no) Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo (go) She said can’t nobody do it better, I tell her, \"True, true,\" yeah, bitch, true, true My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit) I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with She leaking and drippin’, whoa, there I might just come slip in (whoa, whoa, whoa) And your misses gonna go missin’ if she addicted to what my dick did Boy, I get it! [Outro: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] Look, I’m eastside them haters 90 going West (whoa) My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf Weezy F, I'm eastside my nigga Sean from the West And niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) Yeah, uh-huh Young Mula Truk yo girl (Pump that bass)\n",
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      "IANAHB II/No Worries Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Detail] You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' me I feel buried And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear’ll have to bear with us And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s creek You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart On my private jet and my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers You don't get dissed, you get disfigured She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries Tunechi [Chorus: Detail] You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there, redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there, we ain't got no worries [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] We ain't got no worries She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries She want me to eat her sugar, I say \"Why you in a hurry?\" She say \"Why you asking questions?\" I say \"Bitch you tryna be funny!\" Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar That camel toe, that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat Bitch, it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story [Chorus: Detail] You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) (I ain't got no worries) You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Rich As Fuck Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible But I swear with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0 Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold Nigga you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe She get on that dick and stay on, all night, like porch lights Let's do it, fuck talkin', we out here, we ballin' And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40 We fucked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-fucks Bitch niggas go behind ya back like nunchucks and that's fucked up But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever These bitches think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] Look at you, now look at us. All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas live rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck! All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas live rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin I turnt a penny to a motherfuckin Janet Jackson Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance Ho, what's your name? Zodiac Killer All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter Yeah, murder, 187 I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven And I got Xanax, Percocet, Promethazine with Codeine Call me Mr.  Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams Got a white girl with big titties, flat-ass TV screen I keep a bad bitch, call me the B. King And you know I got that mouth out her Then put that bitch out like a house fire I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers I eat that cat just like a lion And I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes And I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass pussy Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin' All I know is I love my bitch, that pussy feel just like heaven on earth Six feet deep, dick shovelin' the dirt, RIP — Rest In Pussy Light that shit, then pass that shit, we gon get so smoked out And then I went got locked up, every night I dreamt I broke out One time for them pussy niggas, that's that shit I don't like We eatin' over here nigga, fuck around and have a food fight And that's 2 Chainz [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] Look at you, now look at us. All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas live rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck! [Outro: Lil Wayne] And your nigga a ho\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Romance Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro/Outro] I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on your job, and that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck, but I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance Ok [Verse 1] Fuck my hand, suck my thumb Be a lady and buy me lunch Send me cards, make me read But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed Cause I'm that nigga, she say Im that nigga She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga She check my phone, what's that 'bout? Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance She kiss my ankle when I twisted my ankle She even did anal when she don't do anal My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?) Let's slow dance (shall we?) And we gon be like 1, 2, 1, 2 She said Im the one, girl you the one too I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof Yeah [Hook] I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on your job, and that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck, but I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut [Verse 2] Ok, now give me coochie at my mama's crib On Thanksgiving everybody's listening All your home girl's bad and they're our guest Let'em all in and I'll play chef That's romance cause we so real She said she cannot take the pain, if it ain't a pill She said fuck these hoes, they just mad We fucked a ho together, that's romance If you got cups then I got dranks I take my rubber off and put that money in the bank I ain't your friend, fuck that shit Tryna find another me girl good luck with that shit Cause [Hook] I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on the table, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut [Intro/Outro]\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Shit Stains Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Walked in the bank like my shit don't stink Bitch I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints Pockets never empty, Weezy F full tank Try to check me and I'mma leave that check blank Tongue kiss that pussy make that woman have convulsions I'm in this bitch throwin' up blood like a ulcer Real nigga like a motherfuckin' slave I R. I. P.  these niggas, like a page Umm, hello, how you doin', sir? Dr.  Carter M. D. , that's mur-der Bitches ain't shit and niggas ain't either Bad bitches I get achoo like sinus These niggas is fake like a bosom And everybody's on edge until you push 'em Haha, but the pleasure's all mine 'Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time Tunechi! [Chorus] And I don't know how fake feel nigga 'Cause all my life I've been a real nigga All my life I've been a real nigga Don't fuck up my night, I'm like What's poppin'? Come get a oil change I brung my AK, I'm on my \"A\" game Bitch I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains Ho! [Verse 2] I'm a asshole, but I don't give a shit Like a hard dick I'm in this bitch I'm sharp, I'm cold, icepick Top off the Maybach, nice tits I'm from Hollygrove, I used to hang with Elz I make them bitches *gasp*, they waitin' to exhale I'm on some gangsta shit, knock your head off Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog Where them hoes at? I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps I got that paper bitch, come get a paper cut Don't gamble in that pussy not even lady lucks I make 'em straighten up and fly right When life hands you lemons find the limelight Yea, and the pleasure's all mine 'Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time Tunechi! Come get a oil change I brung my AK, I'm on my \"A\" game Bitch I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains Ho! [Verse 3] Uhh, I like my alcohol straight bitch I can't stop stuntin' I need my brakes fixed Yea I'm on that shit like a fuckin' maggot On the road to riches, you niggas stuck in traffic Stomp a nigga out, keep the party goin' Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoyin' But if they friends bad then them hoes could join I'm bout to shoot a porn I'm castin' broken arm Got money on my mind, pussy on my agenda I beat that pink pussy magenta fuck bein' gentle Man I'm hard, these niggas is simple gun to your temple I smoke 'til I look oriental high as a window And I broke these niggas like pencils unaccidental Bitch I meant to, dick in her dimples lick it I tremble I swear this shit is mental, fuck it, my rent due I school your ass and suspend you, you bitch you It's Tunechi! Come get a oil change I brung my AK, I'm on my \"A\" game Bitch I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains Ho! [Outro] Young Mula, baby!\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Trigger Finger Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain't lookin' back, nigga I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas Hammer in my drawers but I nail your bitch Blunts like fingers, I'm 'bout to make a fist Everybody die, gon' bury me alive Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside Glock clip full like the moon in the sky I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire Life ain't shit but bitches and money I pass that weed, like I studied Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic You tied to the track of my train of thoughts And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape Tools on deck, tattoos on necks Life is a bitch, I'll make her your ex Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea Motherfucker it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone I'll have a broke motherfucker run in your home For a crumb and a bone And put — [Chorus: Lil Wayne] One in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itching, nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I don't like to dream about gettin' paid You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play Ain't nothin' sweet but the codeine, nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words If she don't suck dick I don't give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt Nutty Professor I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These niggas buying Haterade by the twelve pack Like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody Keep that ratchet, nigga Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch it, nigga Blow your fuckin' brains out in traffic, nigga Got green, New Orleans, St.  Patrick, nigga One bitch in the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone is in front of your home She 'bout to run in your home and put — [Chorus: Lil Wayne] One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin' Nigga [Verse 3: Soulja Boy] Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to death Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill they self Make your death wish, 'cause I'm too fresh 'Cause I'm fresh to death, 'cause I'm fresh to death You go broke tryna get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game 'cause I killed it I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death What you talkin', I came out a coffin Yeah [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I just can't see myself Living in a house of mirrors I bought me a double-R 'Cause I went from rags to riches And these niggas nag like bitches Actin' like little fags like Richard And all of my bitches be bad as vision You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician I am-munition Call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc With your son in your arms I'll put — One in your dome Tunechi\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Trippy Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Juicy J] We trippy man [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, blue skies, blue skies I see you with my red eyes Bust your fucking grape, nigga Turn your shit to red wine Don't fuck up my high, nigga I'm too gone, bye nigga She get dick, weed, and ignored Thats a D. W. I. , nigga My skin crawlin', my walls talkin' The pictures in here lookin' at me The ground movin', I'm seeing shit I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic I'm smoking on that strong Got me coughin' like I'm getting buried I've been fucking Mary-Jane I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary I'm stoned, Mick Jagger I can run around Saturn Eyes rolling back And keep blinking like hazards I said king me, king me With my mushroom crown on I graduated to better drugs My cap and gown on Don't knock me off my high horse What I do is my choice I'm high as the scoreboard Bitch, look up at my points I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth I got high and fell asleep loaded I woke up and got high again OK, I'm reloaded [Hook: Juicy J] Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shoutout to my weed man Shoutout to my lean man Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something I'm a gasoline can I'm high nigga, don't blow it I trust it far as I could throw it I don't know if I'm coming or going T, make my blunt a Samoan And I see lights flashing, life passing Take a bitch home, fuck like rabbits Styrofoam cups and wine glasses Shot glasses Hot flashes My tongue's numb, I can't talk No balance, my spine hurts My mind surf, my eye jerks I try different drugs, I'm diverse Goodbye Earth, farewell High as Heaven, eyes low as Hell Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting a L, I'm a kite in the air I like weed brownies and cookies I'm straight but seeing crooked I got my trippy kit I hope I trip and fall in some pussy Tunechi [Hook: Juicy J] Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea [Verse 3: Juicy J] Musty herb in a Ziploc Twistin' up top notch Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke This that Cali Kush, I motivate not gloat All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke Tryna get some Becky in the backseat of the Ghost Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag Wake up every morning and I take a drag Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then I laugh In your baby mama ear, and I'm gonna smash They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes, nigga [Hook: Juicy J] Weed, pills and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea\n",
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      "IANAHB II/Wowzers Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Soulja Boy on the beat Ayy! [Hook: Lil Wayne] My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Lay on the bed, open that twat I French kiss that pussy, like muah Sit on my face, M-U-A-H Before I eat that pussy, I say my grace Girl I'm nastier than him, I don't know why you still with him Beat that pussy, go to sleep, she got that Tylenol P. M Fuck that bitch until she tired, 'til she tired like a rim Give her head like a brim, it tastes good, M-M-M Pussy monster in her closet, full of surprises I give full body massages, I hope that pussy smell like a violet I hope that pussy warmer than luke and sweet as Godiva Suck this dick and swallow that nut and call it Penis colada Lift up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert She fell in love with the Martian, I said you too down to Earth Man, these hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range [Hook: Lil Wayne] My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK Down here waiting for her to come like payday Hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake She say it's for Tunechi, she lie with a straight face But I'm trying to eat healthier, so I ate a veggie Sucked on that pussy, I feel better already She say \"Tunechi go slower\" and Tunechi went faster My tongue is a motor, my dick is a NASCAR Whipped cream on that pussy, dickhead like a bullet If her hair real I'mma pull it, hope that ass feel like a cushion I give her wood when he wouldn't? I hope that pussy tastes like pudding And I get that ho the boot, hold up, let me put my foot in (Tunechi) Got a sweet tooth, candy yam pussy I'mma leave that ass smoking like a Amsterdam tourist man These hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range [Hook:] My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! [Verse 3: Trina] Lay on that bed, open your mouth This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse Ok, the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in this bitch You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch I'm Trin, B nigga? Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga then that's my dick My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place Fuck me 'til daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina\n",
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      "Lights Out/Act A Ass Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] You know them hoes love Weezy, say he cute, small, long hair, big dick Weezy bring to y'all, don't y'all lip quit Put your lips on this dick, let me get on some livin' Spit all over ya chin, Weezy be on some pimp shit I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em, later on if she ride G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad I ain't got no loves for broads, I ducks and dodge I grab 'em on their butts and all She fucks my dog, slut sucks nuts and all, and nothin' small This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall Call my hoes defensive linemen, cause they rush the balls Let Weezy bust they jaws (blurrrpp) Never have no picks and chooses, I hits and lose 'em And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl to thug with me I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck wit me [Chorus: Lil Wayne, B. G & Both] Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall Get naked, show me some Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and And bungee jumpin' Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it [Verse 2: B. G] That's right, act a fool bitch, do what you do, ho After I finish, don't get up, gotta let Weezy go You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo' You better recognize, you better realize This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice Love when you reach out, grab, stuff it straight your mouth Start suckin 'til that middle come out Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you) After that wiggle your ass gimmie that loose-loose I'm a donkey, better yet a veteran At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend The Number 1 Stunna, Baby he raised me Pumped in my head - never let a bitch play me Always get the clique, make you fuck 'em all Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog [Chorus: Lil Wayne, B. G & Both] Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall Get naked, show me some Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and And bungee jumpin' Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] See me, Lil Wayne I put that dick down, biznites can't even walk, can't even sit down Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now That Rum got me feelin' real good The dick hard like real wood I put it in slow and work it real good This Lil nigga have a lot a sex, so do me slow, get out the Prada dress I Come when you wanted to like private jets I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time Flip ya back over, make that ass right Weezy make ya suck it then taste, that's how the pimp play Make her friend eat me and this bitch up like shrimp plates Bouncing in the club rollin' on X, eyes pitch black I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that Fuck it let's go, we pop a bottle of the Moe' Drop the top part of the 'Dro Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bad wit it Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit Make them act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it [Chorus: Lil Wayne, B. G & Both] Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall Get naked, show me some Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and And bungee jumpin' Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it\n",
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      "Lights Out/Beef Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick Or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats Stormin' through the house, screamin', \"Where's this bastard's crack?!!\" It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga If you out, you can find me on the street with the work If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt And put your whole clique deep in the dirt Smell me? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em Who wan' beef with 'em? Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal Bentley drop Then I'mma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em When you see them bullets that my Glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em See this for all my niggas in the pen, I hope for freedom And this for all my niggas buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em Who wan' beef with 'em? [Verse 3] Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place Mask the face, automatic attach to waist You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice Henny and ice is what I prefer, but light on the rocks I pack them clips tight on them Glocks and light up your block And if there's coke involved, then your throat's involved I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all Me and my nigga, Super Sosa, run up in your crib While your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her If you wan' grudge, chances slim like Ethiopia If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia Recognize it's real and nothing other than that Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em Who wan' beef with 'em? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em Who wan' beef with 'em? And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em Who wan' beef with 'em?\n",
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      "Lights Out/Biznite Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy I'm Iceburg nothin but Whinnie all the way to my tennie I'm hotter than a semi' cause this skirt shes wearing mini And plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henny I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny And ain't no tellin how many she 'umm already been in We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin She asked me for a kiss ah. You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa Nope I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa No I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa Nope I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa If your baby come out saying wha. [Verse 2] I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada I'm Iceburg or Bahama from bottom to collar I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla I popped up by her mamas so her nigga won't know nada She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda I'm drivin to the label to the back and put the top up I roll down all the windows put the car in function \"watch the\" I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper I'm knockin out her brains We got the car shakin' and rocklin' She asked me for a kiss ah [Chorus] Biznite whats your problem Wha. Biznite whats your problem Wha. Biznite whats your problem Wha Biznite whats your problem Wha You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa Nope I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa No I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa [Verse 3] There was this stupid name was Lucy came up to me at the movies Said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute And but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie I knew she was a new from head to shoulder check this Gucci And me I'm Iceberg Tom and Jerry, Daffy and Goofy She say \"oo\" it would be so nice and usually she would do it But lately she been spooked her boo just come from institution I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution I scootin a run through straight to my house I won't be foolish She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi She asked me for a kiss ah Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa Nope I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa No I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa No I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa If your baby come out saying wha. I ain't the pa You're a sack chasin cock tastin biznite Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite 'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa Nope I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa No I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa Nope I ain't the pa Hell no I ain't the pa If your baby come out throwin up \"W\"'s I ain't the pa nigga Ion wanna talk\n",
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      "Lights Out/Break Me Off Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] We had them bitches addicted like it was some drug Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged We had them bitches addicted like it was some drug Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Give me a big fine bitch in a dress, one who put them lips in effect Suck the dick until the shit in her chest You can piss on her breast, I like that shit Project hoes like that dick, don't bite that dick Give me a Spanish big and sweet ho, black from Puerto Rico Freak ho, specializin in givin me deep throat Really don't care how (?) shorty Give me head, don't care, swallow cum, don't spit Aww shit, I like them Jamicians and them Hatians Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em White girls I video tape 'em and they enjoy it They love it when everybody saw it, it's off the chain High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brains But watch them hoes that want the change, it's not a game Or a short cuban ho, with a fat ass though Bet I'll treat the bitch just like Fidel Castro [Chorus: UnPlugged] Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like If you go on and break me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Listen, listen, it's Weezy the hottest, drinkin Barcadis I stream through the scene in a Lincoln on Robbers Lookin for the finest dime to wine and dine Later on I'm tryin to climb behind ya spine Hold up lil mama, slow ya ass down Pick ya up, dick up in ya, throw ya ass down Now throw ya ass around, and scream my name I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne) A damn shame, better watch that boy he nasty I strap on de plastic, make ya bounce like elastic Put the pickle in the middle, make it wiggle for y'all Might be small, but that dick ain't little at all I like a short thick broad, fat ass and shit Like sassy, flip like Trina, \"Da Baddest Bitch\" Matter of fact when I see her, +Pull+ her +Over+ like a cop Juvey coulda \"Backed It Up\" and I'da \"Dropped it Like It's Hot\" Ya heard me?! (What, haha) Haha, Unplugged [Chorus: UnPlugged] Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like If you go on and break me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off [Verse 3: Mannie Fresh] I like them big and round, pretty and brown A bitch that take it from the back and make the (Ugh Ugh) sound Now you can bounce slide drop, giddy up, giddy up Now you can ride til you feel it get a nut, get a nut Shake for ya hood, bounce for ya baby daddy Twerk for that nigga got you pregnant in the Caddy Slide with the KY, hold up, pause My bitch got thongs, yo' bitch got drawers My chick like to swallow, yo' chick like to spit If yo' chick was my chick I'd still love that bitch Hold up, wait a minute, chill out, stop My ginseng, viagra, and a strawberry pop See I'm gettin kinda bold, won't ya bring a friend From vagina to the asshole do it again I want a yucky down misses bout delta Yo mama loved a Tymer but now you welcome You ok lil mama and I love that chick But deep down inside I just love my dick [Chorus: UnPlugged] Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like If you go on and break me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like If you go on and break me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like If you go on and break me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like If you go on and break me off by the end of the night You can ride with me Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene Truly I just want you to break me off\n",
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      "Lights Out/Everything Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] I know, I know Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father, nigga Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions [Verse 1] What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit Just let him know I'm still young and at risk Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time Told me get the paper instead of high So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin And I'm a make you even happier, I promise [Chorus] I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog [Verse 2] I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever But she cool cause she do whatever daddy tell her And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child Ms.  Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile And me I'm on some squad shit and some debate it But I know they love it way more than they hate it And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these Bitches I try love 'em, my BM be trippin But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection And you see I left school behind and chose CMB It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely Watch over me my nigga, just guide me [Chorus] I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog [Verse 3] I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes Yeah, nigga I cried, it's cause I loved you dog I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog So I live my life in dedication of you dog I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again But I know they got a reason why I'm here And I know they got a reason why you gone And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart I can't forget you kept it real from the start And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me And tell them niggas Pac, B. I. G.  and Pun I said \"thay's my peoples\" Watch over me nigga 'til I see you [Chorus] I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know [Outro] I know I can't be close to you (dog) I know you watching over me dog But the shit's that it hurt and burn deep Its alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog Rabbit, nigga, its your son I'm down in your hole and your down You see Cita straight, mom straight Your mom straight, I mean everything going right B and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dog And plus now I'm on some squad shit My niggas, they keep it real with me I keep it real with them My little girl growning beutiful as ever man You need to see her dog, she bad though man Anyway dog, aiight holla!\n",
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      "Lights Out/Fuck Wit Me Now Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] I go by Weezy The Don Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, freezin' the arm And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get completely took off And if you wonder who the fuck are them killas with the money nigga We be the squad. It's so serious like It's like ain't nothin' but 10 hot shellys On the block everyday sellin' rocks and shit Choppin' bricks - give the damn cops a dick We cop a whip and drop a brick - that's how we do it Weed, liquor, money, and guns how we do it Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs Ain't nothin' sweet cause I can't keep trust Lil' nigga - worth well over a mill, nigga Real nigga - come around and show up where you live, nigga Better hide the kids nigga parents and all Wayne 'bout to damage your home Look up out the window, see the man and his dawgs Hoppin' out the van with bandanas and all Cannons went off News cameras takin' pictures of your family when your abdomen’s gone Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your dame That's because she ran into the game Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne Come on! [Chorus] It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load And the slug check ya low when I bust Come to show you no love Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now No! [Verse 2] Iceberg Shorty dammit, pants is saggin', forty magnum Comin' out the club on Bacardi's, staggerin' Tinted up Ferrari wagon, braggin' Ohh, what's happenin'? 'round the court cause some ex just looked at me Runnin' with them cats that be clappin' the plastic Nigga put a cap in your asses Catch me on the ave with the crack and a 'matic Hopin' that the law don't pass me - stash it First of the month, just snatched me a package Bag it - 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin' If a nigga think about jackin', please believe I be clip-slappin', click-clackin' Pull the bitch back and run up on his parents Kidnap for his snacks, and then whack him Shit get drastic That's why I try to stay as fars away from beef as I could Grab me a freak to eats on my wood Transport coke from each of my hoods Weezy Wee - CMB's in my blood Eagle Street 17's where I'm from And I ain't got no feelins for none of these womens Scrilla, Dough, fetticheese is my love You know the streets made me And I don't give a damn if you hate me Nigga better be S-Q-A-D Until the day the man do take me Squad shit! You don't want no violence to keep the quiet We call my people wild, and then we beef in quiet Or we'll creep in houses, we'll sweep your momma So, please stay out it, or you leave in silence Come on! [Chorus] It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load And the slug check ya low when I bust Come to show you no love Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now Uh, they can't fuck with me now, them can't fuck with me now Stop playin' when ya get it understood Cause I know if you know what's good for ya Come around your hood for ya You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now Come on! Weed, liquor done corrupted us Wet a nigga like umbrellas Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a man Runnin' out the Hummer with guns in each palm If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it Niggas be kiddin' – me awake, DOA Gun-spray - bullets damn near took off your son face Oh, shit - niggas on that ho shit Fours spit so quick like that lil' nigga ain't got no sense Slow this shit down - let me get back down to reality: I cause fatalities for any technicality Wipe off your family randomly - U Understand? [Chorus] It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load And the slug check ya low when I bust Come to show you no love Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now Stop playin' when ya get it understood Cause I know if you know what's good for ya Come around your hood for ya You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now Them can't fuck with me now - ah, they can't fuck with me now Look- It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load And the slug check ya low when I bust Come to show you no love Ah, fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now They can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now Stop playin' when ya get it understood Cause I know if you know what's good for ya Come around your hood for ya You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now Them can't fuck with me now - no, they can't fuck with me now\n",
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      "Lights Out/Get Off The Corner Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances The dope roped up in the cup of their pants Fiends flock like spazzes come get this candy I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll If I spot the law's comin', hey, it's time to roll Candy Carter got a line of parole, out of control The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days One time they say what you mean, I gets the green Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me? In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall Want everybody numb like anbesol But he heard [Chorus] Uh oh There go them fuckin' po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner Uh oh There go them fuckin' po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner Uh oh There go them fuckin' po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner Uh oh There go them fuckin' po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner [Verse 2] I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin Hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it Do not twist it because lil man is trippin They could have ya body in three different places Ain't nothin gravy, but save it Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree While I'm shitty from the weed Like were them bustas be I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tec's Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fitted Be on the block until them souljas hit it That's when he heard. . . [Chorus] Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner [Verse 3] All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it I make a livin in this crooked public distributin Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six See I crack the bricks right down to Z's Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin No droughts I don't sit on nothin I don't believe I'm frontin If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit That's when ya heard. [Chorus] Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner Uh oh There go them fuckin' po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner Uh oh There go them fuckin' po-po's And if you know like I know You better get off the corner Blocka Me come to tear your block up If you don't want no problems You better get off the corner Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner Come here peeps I'm hearin' that you run these streets You don't want beef Then get off the corner [Outro] Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt Blocka, you better get off the corner Come here, you better get off the corner Get off the corner, Get off the corner What, uh oh, get off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner What, uh oh, you better off the corner Like dat, Get off the corner\n",
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      "Lights Out/Grown Man Lights Out Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Dawg you gotta feel me on this one What it be like dawg? I'm on some, some adult grown up type shit Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga Jeezy, Juvie, Turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Age is nothing but some digits, nigga trust me on this Cause I think I speak for everyone when I say life is a bitch I ride D L in the C L, gun right in my grip I slip a clip in every whip cause haters likely to trip Come home to my future wife and every night she'll flip She end up catching rights to her lip behind diapers and shit But I like me a spliff drink henny without the ice when I'm pissed Go to the club and start a fight thinking I'm Tyson and shit But I'm a man so I'm able to handle my situations correctly And I know I might be young but nigga gone definitely respect me But in the mean while I'm fighting gun charges in court And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start Its like I'm never happy now Except for the fact my daughter saying I love you daddy now And that kinda juice me up, but I smoke bout 3 blunts And puff a cooler boost me up And say a prayer for everyday Just so I get through the stuff, but I be like [Chorus] Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up And usually I'm fed up thinking everything's a set up But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts And I get hit up with all kinda stress And put up wit the stuff, just trust me it's tough But I maintain to climb through it all And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg I live for today and hope and pray there's a tomorrow And I borrow confidence from out my heart when things get awful And I'm often on the edge stuck without a solution Someway I still pick it out and shuffle out the confusion And I don't need nobody so keep yo advice and just doubt me Cause y'all cats don't really know me, y'all just know about me But my dawgs be on my side they keep me covered with spirit And plus I know my fathers watching and my mothers the dearest And I ain't never say I thought they ain't appreciate what I do But just know if I wasn't a man we wouldn't make it through, but I be like [Chorus] Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Who would have known that this was someday turn out so hectic? But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it And I'm influenced and effected by the way it became And I don't play with it at all so I don't say its a game And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully changed I'm always street so I'll forever be facing a change And I'll keep the slang brutained on the waist of my pants And I demand respect from all if not then I'm wasting a man And if I want it, then I get, and if I need it, I have it Take care of them family first, plus the liquor and weed is a habit And ever so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leading my path And I ain't ask for you to like me, I don't care if you hate me But don't mistake me, no other man can never make me or break me Now I be faithfully inspired by the hood til I'm gone And I dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own, but I be like [Chorus] Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man Being responsible for everyone in ya home man And when you feel like everything is going wrong man I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man [Outro] Believe Dat\n",
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      "Lights Out/Hit U Up Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 2: Juvenile] I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'mma take to my grave Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, \"Juvenile, stay off them streets. \" I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', \"Fuck the police!\" Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed All they understand is my project English And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis [Chorus: B. G. ] We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) [Verse 3: B. G. ] I run the streets cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark You a killer, nigga? [Chorus: B. G. ] We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Hello, world I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter Young mobster, wild and obnoxious Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy Glock cookin', boy I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' Spark or lace somethin' Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible If I live to be old, it's a miracle Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you Don't blame me, society changed me You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar Cut off lights, we masked riders The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake With bars we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch Boy, look We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!)\n",
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      "Lights Out/Intro Watch Them People Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] It was the summer of 2001 And I saw the whole fuckin' thing Wait, can I say fuck on TV? Fuck it! These guys had on some squad, shit! It was Lil Wayne, two adults, puppies, six children, and one fluffy puppy, and a dike But not that kind of dyke, Dick Van Dike Hey, can I give a few shoutouts to my people? Yo mom! Yo dad! Cool! I'm on TV! Hey, I been tellin' them guys they gotta get off the corner! (I mean y'all know I'm good for it.\n",
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      "Lights Out/Jump Jiggy Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] We gone make 'em: [Chorus] Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive [Verse 1] I tell 'em no lie I blow by in the Benz wit the O eyes I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin' They think you need to stop they say it's not called for It's such a small car, but cost more than a ballpark See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling My ice is like Andrew Dice \"Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing\" You'll probably see me flying in a Lamborghini Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini Cut the music down and tell her, \"hey ya man's a weenie\" Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough Pull out my bankcard and Bill Gates feel broke And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin and coughin (*cough*) [Chorus] Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive [Verse 2] You know me, pistol on my side fully loaded I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me And suck a nigga drive, then its, \"slut get out my ride\" Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop I'm thuggin and pimped out, flossin and glissed out Sit my arm in warm water, I'm thawin my wrist out Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that I make 'em: [Chorus] Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive [Verse 3] Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover Just put TV's and bump in the Rover Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt Wrists is ferocious, dick is just bogus Fuck a ho watch she come back like a chorus Like one named Deloris met her in a taurus She like to snort coke, you should see the size her nose is We really the ones controllin', no choices And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention All our rides are dubbed like blank tapes I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin' The shit is mind blowin' As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin' She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin' [Chorus] Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive\n",
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      "Lights Out/Lets Go Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Baby] It's gravy nigga. Hot as a firecracker (It's gravy too. ) I got a mac in this bag (click clock) What you got? [Verse 1: Baby] Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream \"fuck 'em all!\" I hustle hard in these city streets I got my block on fire with my HB's Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard And you can find me Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin' Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin' Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch [Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne] Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga 'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Better pay attention now so you don't forget later I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper Don't make me take ya, play ya I cock the Glock and spray ya Call it a caper, won't be no as-salamu alaykum And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off Lock the spot down Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me [Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne] Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga 'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild 'Cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere [Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne] Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga 'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga\n",
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      "Lights Out/lil one Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Baby] Say Lil' One [Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog? [Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog [Wayne] Like what? [Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit And how its gonna go down [Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something Cause right now I'm tired of hustling And these rocks ain't doing nothing And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it [Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer? I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari [Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley [Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in [Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that [Baby] What thats a blunt? [Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a ho? [Wayne] Nah [Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over I can't do it by myself, so I need me a lil' solider I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit [Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip [Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait You worry bout your cake Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28 [Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change I'mma go an cop me a Range and two platinum chains [Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you You too young from the start [Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it Its dedication and heart [Baby] Dedication and smarts Don't put your heart in this game Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game [Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong And acknowlegde me when I'm right [Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might [Wayne] B, I'm all ears [Baby] Get your ass in this car [Wayne] Unlock the door [Baby] Its unlocked [Wayne] Don't holla at me You ain't my pa [Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came Fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine Pays five a piece [Wayne] Every week? [Baby] Just move it together I'mma knock off my lil' section You take care of your area [Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here I'mma have Coke and Dope It's gone be on 'round here But how you want me to sell this Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's? [Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez [Wayne] I'm all for it cousin I'mma get me a million If power get between it I'mma split me a nigga [Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga Let them have it I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic [Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts [Baby] Say Lil' One [Wayne] What's up? [Baby] We gonna fuck it up [Wayne] Nigga what? {*Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne Whispering something you can't understand*}\n",
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      "Lights Out/On The Grind Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Whaaat You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones Or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour And most of our customers come up to us daily Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings And z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens You need to see Weez - anything you like and I have 'em From crack to Viagra, and Vicodins, Valiums I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av So get all your money together, come and get my slabs I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav' And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid For the white people When I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people And I keep a nine on my waistline And I'mma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind I tell 'em, \"Whaaat!!\" [Verse 2] Nigga, y'all gon' respect Weezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', \"Stop!\" I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee And if we beef, we don't beef long cause we gon' creep all night So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes Cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes And the bricks move every followin' week So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d And I shower your streets until your av pass out More bricks than \"The Three Lil Pigs'\" last damn house Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts And issue work for half and just grab that south For real, nigga - Weezy Wee tryin' to shine From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind I tell 'em, \"Whaaat!!\" [Verse 3] Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'mma tax a dude Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run I'm tryin' to get rich cause I wan' shine You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind I tell 'em, \"Whaaat!!\" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind I tell 'em, \"Whaaat!!\" You see me hustlin' on the block all the time Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine Nigga, I'm on the grind I tell 'em, \"Whaaat!!\"\n",
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      "Lights Out/Realized Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Look- Okay, let's cut the crap I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap I only stick with that cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack And I'm quick to click and spit the gat I be dipped in black Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out Cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow Unlike no other, I'm real gutta like bad bowls I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4 The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow Is that so? [Chorus] I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die [Verse 2] Look Which one of these niggas playin' with me? I'mma strap up and slam his parent's street When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats I be damned if he get a chance to sleep I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease There has to be some explanation for this insanity Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank) Now give me the dank Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank What's your kid gonna think? Come home and find your wig in the sink I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti For fifty G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Weezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me unattatched without them plastic toys It get drastic, boy Niggas that's askin' for it Weezy, nigga It's Weezy, nigga Who? [Chorus] I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die [Verse 3] I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin' Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes Two pistols, desperado gun busta Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya Hung under them killers and duck the pigs And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick Cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks I sticks to what I love, and that's the street And stay away from what I hate, and that's police And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' When we all knowin' that Weezy have never been fake The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face Who want this Weezy, nigga? [Chorus] Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all [Outro] It's Weezy, nigga - Lil Weezy, nigga Don't tangle it, nigga It's time to step down, ya heards me\n",
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      "Lights Out/Shine Extended Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You can catch me in an aqua range, and I'm squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face wit tha diamond brace Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says Go lights out And mami on forty-fifth she said she \"Diked Out\" And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth So I took it anyway But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian If they play, I bury them, y'all already knowin I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me? Aye I got cake like everyday my birthday Wait, I don't think they heard me I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday [Mack 10] I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints (Baby: Tha new Bently out?) If I don't got it, it ain't Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac) Man I'mma whole lot richer since tha for life scence Went countin myself, to a money machine I'mma get till I can't, wit tha U. P. T It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C (Mikkey) Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city Black X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y'all feel me Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head Still I'm quick to pop two in tha feds Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some bread Go head, name another click that could rap above us A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public Cats love it, boosie broads deny it They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private And you know me, I'm low key Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel And when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by [Christina] Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofs Chris stackin, even when I'm in tha booth Got charms and charms, you can call me tha bomb And you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my arm Got Royces on vogues, countin banks rolls Even y'all hoes is sendin me roses I'm nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me Shoes, bags call me Parda Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha) I sip dun, call me Lady Don Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two's (Mannie Fresh) Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha) Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two's [Baby] I'mma stunna, a band new colorful hummer A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna Just scored a PT and I streched it quick Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink [Stone] I hold it down like and what Brown and Tan stunnas Platinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffs Drivin a CL-6 Ridin wit Bear's clique Tha block done got hot, I'm slingin them raw bricks We givin them haters trouble They I was seachin rubber Lil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new Bubble Cop rocks like small mountains Hit blocks wit four ounces You know you can't stop our watery, we got out own fountain [Lac] You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missin Tha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glistenin All in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inches Wit no note, and I sure ain't rent this Here come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin Ridin up tha lake on Super Sunday When I come through I'm tryna jump in somethin Sound at fifty, and I'm bumpin, bumpin\n",
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      "Lights Out/Shine Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Juvenile] Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches Where them hoes headed at? I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face, diamond brace More colors than the game Simon Says Go, 'hind me And mami on forty-fifth she told me \"I'm a lez\" And she ain't like too much of dick But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway But bitch I got a Phantom, don't need your pussy anyway OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin' I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' See I'm a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me? Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday Wait, I don't think they heard me I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday [Verse 3: B. G. ] I'mma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog Well get the fuck, slide on out the way And let B. G.  ease down the shinin' linen Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up With television, Dreamcast, DVDs Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties I'm a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga (Ewww!) [Verse 4: Turk] I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling) Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies Love to floss, no secret stunners Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice Hoes be like, \"Damn, them boys, they're nothing nice\" They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys You motherfucking right, you think this not girl? Better think twice, get it right dog Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall [Outro: Mannie Fresh] Uhh, uhh, uhh Huh uh (oh shit) 2001 - my life is the shit, know why? (Lemme see that) (Im gon' shiiiiii-neee) I'm representing, I'mma spit it (bling) As long as they make that shit - I'mma break that shit Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that This year; fuck it - I said it before and I meant it I'm buying me a city New Mannie, Louisiana - ya bitch yooou!\n",
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      "Lights Out/Skit Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Skit] You have now reached the end of side A. It's time to turn over, wait turn over? Get a fuckin' CD, asshole. So bring your ass down to fuckin' Sound Advice, pick up a fuckin' CD player, and go to fuckin' Sam Goody, buy the fuckin' CD. Stop copying shit on cassettes, you fuckin' loser and play this shit right. And if you ain't feelin' it, then you're fucked up, you're deaf. So that shit better rattle your fuckin' trunk, better make your fuckin' eardrums bleed. Better make the neighbors go, \"What the fuck is? Is there a party at the house?\" No, it's fuckin' Lil Wayne's album rockin' this shit, motherfucker\n",
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      "Lights Out/Tha Blues Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) Look- Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's Forty-fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and blowed And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay And make me run in your place and take your pops away See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay So I can get it understood and have you chopped today And not to say I could even hit your block and spray And try to knock all the bone structure out your face Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all Young or old, nigga, big or small Ain't nothin' nice [Chorus] Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues [Verse 2] Look- Now we all do dumb things Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em I'll murder his father right in front of him None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces See me just off the meters Don't leave without the heaters Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas You see the slick jackin', believe it's Glocks and millimeters Run up on your family and pop your senioritas A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil' baby Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I bury one Three-eighty, I carry one Come to kill up everyone What! [Chorus] Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues [Verse 3] Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Weezy cock And niggas be like Q-Tip cause they breathe and stop Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop I grease the Glock, the scope with the beam and dot And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly Niggas drop hourly ruinin' your economy Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house [Chorus] Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues\n",
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      "Lights Out/Wish You Would Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Look look look - don't play with me Look look look Huh? [Verse 1] Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust bang! Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready Come and get it - it's Weezy Wee, the hottest ever Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama And tomorrow I'mma hit the block and borrow your momma Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family [Chorus] Don't play with me - I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun And I pop my gun Better hide and run Twist it Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people Seventeen Creeper is who I - what I - be, dog The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog On four tires, or feet, dog I still be on the block sweepin' Nobody is not sleepin' Got me in all black with a gun in a palm Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff Cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump And passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead But, dog, you get it raw if you war with the kid I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge Huh? [Chorus] Don't play with me - I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun And I pop my gun Better hide and run [Verse 3] You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T On the back street of your block in the back seat I'mma cap three at the first coward I up and see I'mma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up Crack in the tongue of my kicks Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip I know you see me: Little Weezy kill 'em all easy A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know Huh? [Chorus] Don't play with me - I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun And I pop my gun Better hide and run Don't play with me - I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun And I pop my gun Better hide and run Don't play with me - I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun I pop my gun Better hide and run [Outro] Niggas bet' not play with me Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh) Look look look Look look look Whoa\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/1st Key Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] I bought my 1st key from my baby momma brotha I bought my 1st key Bought my bought my 1st key I bought my 1st key from my baby momma brotha I bought my 1st key Bought my bought my 1st key [Birdman] Yeah, hustlin’ on my city streets Tryin’ to get a whole key (I bought my 1st key, my 1st key) In ‘93 and we was gettin’ ‘em like for 25 Colombian connect, homey we was gettin’ fly We on the grind and our nuts got bigga And every day we in the mothafuckin hood our guns got bigga Stuntin on them niggas, gettin’ money stayin' fly every day a nigga spendin’ Ridin’ 25’s and we blazin’ gettin’ high, nigga showin’ off his ride Cruisin’ through the beach nigga rollin’ in them bimmers Them people pull me over hatin’ ‘cause they can’t see us Know I got the money (laws won’t leave me alone) Now they actin funny ‘cause they know a nigga strong Money long and we comin’ [Hook x2] [Lil Wayne] I ain’t have to touch a piece of work since ‘94 I lost my daddy in ‘96 and started makin’ moves In ‘98 (i got a brand new Lexus coupe) (now them laws won’t leave me alone) They pull me over, lock me up, I bail out on my own I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone I leave a house with a pocket full of stones Got them hoes slangin’, hidin’ packs in they titties Them small chest bitches gotta put it in their butt (20s in them they can’t fuck wit us) I got so many hoes (it’s to the flow or I don’t see, don’t know) (now they won’t leave me alone) Man I got so much dough (it’s to the flow or I don’t see, don’t know) (now they won’t leave me alone) Weezy baby d boy [Hook x2] [Birdman] And I ain’t touch a motherfucking ki since ‘04 And that’s the word that we serving, look that’s all we know Them niggas talking shit but we the niggas wit the cash flow (i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed) And I’m back on the beach and we blowing out the whole beat My AK MAC-11 represent the 3 Gangsta like a motherfucker me and my homies [Lil Wayne] Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a OG My momma husband that's what show me (my 1st key) Yup, then you know I had to be a hustler I started selling hubbers\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/About All That Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Young desperado, straight out the grotto I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow Little nigga, but see me as a fuckin' rhino Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano It's a drought ain't it? Nigga, I've been getting my share in like Sonny Bono I ran the streets. check my bio I started high with two O's just like Ohio I'm fuckin' nuts; cashews But I'm so DC like fat shoes I skate away, like \"Later dudes\" Never get caught, baby, I'm mashed potato smooth And just when it stopped, I made it move Respect me nigga I'm a dog; no Asian food I wet up the party, so have a bathin' suit And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga [Hook - Lil Wayne] Keep talking that shit that you talking And we gone have to get into some gangsta shit My nigga. [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] Niggas must want Joey to lean on 'em Flash the binky, splash his dreams on 'em Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothing to Crack Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs Yeah Weezy homie's got your back, whether raps or macks Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT! them muhfuckas is broke like them levees And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me Nigga. how you want it huh coke or dog food? My shit'll have you running naked like in Old School And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it, and you ain't ridin' on me Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal army And I'm a rider homie, and you can find it on me That 40 cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it This shit is funny to me All these niggas wanting war but they runnin' from me. [Verse 3 - Birdman] I had 'em as lil' niggas, raised 'em 'round real niggas Poppin' bottles fuckin' with them bitches nigga Made money to the ceiling, me and my young nigga chilling I'm in the streets, hustling, getting money nigga Changed all my new shoes nigga, got some new tools Nigga got some more jewels, we was getting money And ain't nothing ever changed, still doing the thang Still getting money, still spending change We hustling from Sunday to Sunday And we grinding everyday like the money ain't coming Nigga. yeah we riding woodgrains and minks Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thing I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggas cribs Wish I woulda caught 'em Idda split they fuckin' wig 3rd Ward let me claim my fame I put it down, Uptown, I'mma do my thang believe that\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Aint Worried Bout Shit Lyrics Summary\n",
      "I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more So y'all might as well eat this food nigga And it got to be the best of the best One, come one shorty, get with me nigga [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] See I, ride when I gotta, grind cause I gotta Milk this game 'til it's sour Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter? Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, (speak up) The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me? Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee You try join him, I can help you with that I'm important in rap, but I'm special with gats You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin' Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin' I'm Weezy fuck it Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him Yeah, and I don't ask for nothin' boy I only Aston Buggy boy And as for money Watch the young god turn cash to money It's that simple [Hook x2: Lil' Wayne] Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich The cops on my trail so my track I switch See niggas with money shouldn't act like this [Verse 2: Baby] Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear I see the same ol' shit And pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit (bitch) Disrespect that Nolia dawg Them third world Hot Boys soldiers dawg And make a nigga understand When you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan (nigga) I'm tryin' to make a few million Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin' And go and raise my children Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin' I bring you back to '84 Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' (nigga) Cause we was doin' it, dogg Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it, dogg [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road And I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo' And plenty times I had to get it from the flo' But I made it to the ceiling and every wall could hear me And if these walls could talk They'd probably cry, like the strings on the guitar And see you, you with that bullshit that's leeway to the do' Only to cut off the lights, g'night [Verse 4: Baby] Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on Yeah, and they Birdman'd down Niggas represent the bling cause I hold my own crown nigga Shit, a hood rich high clique That come from the slums where they pack extra clips I love 'em nigga, the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em And go and get some more dough, nigga [Outro: Baby] Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga Know what I'm sayin'?\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Army Gunz Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Refrain] Yeah yeah yeah, I got army guns Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I got army guns Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I got army guns Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I-I got army guns Now you know I play it like a pro in the game x4 [Verse 1] Okay, I'm out here, you niggas done started it, you ordered it Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me But them niggas won't touch not a part of me, bet on it Them niggas belong in a sorority, ain't that a bitch Burn they bodies up for the authorities, no evidence You gone stop fuckin' with them warriors from New Orleans And, I really think that it'd be better if I just hit your block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip Let her bang, let her bust, etcetera, etcetera You niggas is scared of the, southern part of America Here it come, got a gun, never come without one Niggas wanna ball, so I guess I gotta bounce 'em Smokin' on an ounce of that shit from the mountains People say I need to stop, no I need a counselor And down here you are gonna need a chopper And I'mma need a lawyer, and you gon' need a doctor (Why? Because. . . ) [Refrain] [Verse 2] Get at em we hit 'em up if they rattin' Niggas ain't fuckin' with the boy them niggas softer than satin I'm feeling awful and aggy, yes I walk with the maggy I tell him park in a alley, and leave 'em parked in the alley Niggas talking about me, but they ain't talking it at me Cause if they talkin' it at me, then I'm just talking to caskets All that talking is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off Hope he can swim with them concrete shoes on I got the gun right beside me who don't Got beef homie I was just getting hungry When you come bitch you better bring an army We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga (Why? [Refrain] [Verse 3] Thirty shots in the clip, nigga let's trip Line 'em up, put 'em down on the guest list These niggas 'bout to make me go Rambo I'mma take the shit as far as it can go War is the answer if ya questioning the general Snap shots at you baby you are just a centerfold And less Kenny Cole, niggas seem plenty bold Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole Them niggas hoes, really doe I would swing down there with any O, Forty-Fo' and let 'em go Let 'em know, that I ain't never been sweet and won't be Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me Make a nigga have to come back like Rufus Mack Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact And I ain't never killed no one, Jack But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact (Why? [Refrain]\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Brown Paper Bag Lyrics Summary\n",
      "All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh) All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh) All brown all brown - Fi-Fi-Fill (Haha) it up wit' more [Hook: Lil Wayne] All brown paper bag -Fill it up wit' ones (Like Father, Like Son biatch!) All brown paper bag - Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat) Fill it - Fill it up wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got that paper bag full of paper, bag full of kush Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots Wha's happenin' Wardy? Them bitches checkin' for me, tell 'em I'm with Swizz Swizzy They call me Wizzy Fizzy, holla back, right now I'm busy I am the president, you just play your position And I hope that door don't hit ya, get up outta my office crawfish Don't let them sharkys get ya, this beat's a car collision Check out my car collection, yea look at my rims, ho Mercedes wit' them kidneys, naw that's a Benzo I don't pop them pills no, but I pop them rubber bands Man I can get like fifty thousand in that brown bag [Hook x3] [Verse 2: Birdman] Yea, nigga Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half bitch! Yea, Birdman in a Benz wit' the duffel stuffed Got a chopper wit' a drum and one iced up Them people hot around my way but we don't give a fuck We on the grind for the shine tryin' to come up A black MAC, black 6, and a black Hummer Them thirteen hundreds, fourteen hundreds, we be gettin' money Drop it off, get to work nigga keep it runnin' Garbage bag full of cash nigga keep it comin' In my hood Red Phantom nigga we be stuntin' Got the block blocked off nigga we be hustlin' Brown duffel bag filled up with cash 16 years old with a brand new, Jag bitch! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] Get it up, in the air Get it up, in the air Now money cars clothes hoes, all a nigga know so I'm from the ghetto so, give me my pesos All brown paper bag, I could fill it up with ones Nigga fill it up with ones, hey, fill it up with ones I think that she's a stripper, dancer, dancer, dancer Dancer, hey hey stuff it in the thang dog Damn right I be poppin' my collar In a all black Impala makin' fiends wanna holla Got the suade on my headrest, gold on my damn bracelet Hey, triple gold nigga, sucka, I ain't ridin' thin You want me come and get me I'm in 360 (Ferrari, man) Cash Money's with me\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Cali Dro Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] I'll pour up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro I'll pour up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro Light up that dro, light up that dro Light up that dro, light up that dro I'll pour up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali (I'm buyin' the bar tonight) Smokin' up the Cali, smoke, smoke, smokin' up the Cali (Cause we're smokin' all night at the banquet club, nigga) (Twelve thousand niggas, smoke a pound, nigga) Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali I'll pour up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro (Yeah, put some chrome On your. while you're at it nigga) [Verse 1: Birdman] So light it up and pass the thang to me I'm fresh off parole I could smoke a whole P Can smell it in my clothes you can smell it in my seats That's how a nigga rolls I was raised in them streets I'm rolling up a sweet, I'm fillin' it with keef I'm too high to talk bitch, keep it real brief If it ain't about money, you don't even gotta speak I smoke it in a paper, Weezy smoke it in a leaf And nigga I'mma Stunna, I got runnas And we keep them shotguns like hunters We smoke thunder, it put me under I'm talkin' 'bout straight purple kush that fungus See I be fuckin' with them trees, cause I'm straight out the jungle Keep about five pounds and we ain't even tryin' to hustle Y'all already know how that go (I'll pour up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro) [Hook] (x2) Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali Smokin' up the Cali, smoke-smoke-smokin' up the Cali Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali I'll our up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro [Lil Wayne] I get my kush from California, get my dro from Arizona I can get it 'cross the border, I got a Ryda named Winona And I be calmer than a soma, inside of the phantom And it's lookin' like a sauna, and I stay high and I still got my diploma And I still keep the maggie on me like a Homer And I'm too sick, man, I'm spittin' out a coma And I'm still lettin' the money pile like goma And I smoke that kill, y'all blowin' on begonias And I keep a field of that grass like a farmer And I keep that armor, try me and I'll spin you around I'll be with the stars and I ain't talkin' Tinsel Town That's right the prince in town, bitch tear the fences down Like Prince in town, boy I shits a pound of that purple rain on the marvin's day You wit' me now? Too high you can't set me down [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Daz & (Kurupt)] We got that AK-47 white right on set painted And named it orange purple kush that million dollar top brand (I got that white ivory ice tee, doctors requestin' dope weed) (Blazin' up so much bomb, I got a bad bitch on my side) See see we just smokin' we just smokin', we just tryin' to fire up If you got the bomb bomb nigga come and light it up (Yeah blaze up ain't nothin like ridin' by, drivin' high) (Me and all the homies smokin', dumpin' if you chokin' smokin') Smoke slow when they hit you cuz you might pass out (Look over at the bitches, snatch a blunt up out her mouth, bitch) Switch it to another scene, that has you smokin' endo green (Some homies be on that lean, mix it with that endo weed) Because we fucked up, we fucked up, you know that we fucked up (I like to smoke and drink, with that nympho plated thang) Because we fucked up, we fucked up, you know that we fucked up\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Don't Die Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah. [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up We stay low from the ranges cause they trying to tame us But we brainless and just think I'm one sell out record away from being famous Shit I guess I ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay where the worms stay I spit it for my nigga's sake, I spit it for myself a long time ago Got a few houses, few whips, few condos I'm so straight I'm pointing The game is hurting, and baby boy the ointment Baby boy the president now, shit you gotta make an appointment Two record labels, you should come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Hook: Lil Wayne] Gansters don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thugging out in public, believe it Gansters don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thugging out in public, straight up [Verse 2: Birdman] Yeah. Nigga playing, doing about 180 Mazeratti, matching drop top sun shade Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky G4 whenever, fly in any weather Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers Million on the floor Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow And don't think about the past A little water came, now we floatin on everything Niggas doing about anything, killin while they hustlin Niggas puttin it in for the change So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin' his roll on I'm on the side with that bling And outside, got them thangs Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes [Hook: Lil Wayne] Gansters don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thugging out in public, believe it Gansters don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thugging out in public, straight up [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Naw, don't fuck with that dogg Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off And I'm coming back hard Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? [Verse 4: Birdman] Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound Duffle bag full of cash when I come around The lil' homie got the game so I put him down Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown Like father like son, got it off the mound Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns [Hook: Lil Wayne] Gansters don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thugging out in public, believe it Gansters don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it I'm still a G, thugging out in public, straight up [Over Chours: Birdman] Yeah nigga Un-fuckin-believable I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga You know, they mouth like they ass Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Family Rules Skit Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Soprano] Now the rules of the family has nothing to do with the outside world The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family What we say goes Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us If you're with us you're with us, and that's it That's the way it goes, Are you listeninin to me? That's the way it goes, there's no such thing As an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in We use all of them to do our dirty work And they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is Your Family is your life that's what it is life and death\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Get That Money Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I know some niggas that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy You bitch ass niggas just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin' I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin' I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little Ho but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'mma kill her I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at Sorry momma but it be that until them flowers black She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches [Hook - Lil Wayne - 2X] Now everybody that I know get that money baby And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin' [Verse 2 - Birdman] So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it These niggas want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery So stop stuntin' homie false promotin' It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin' Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife The bitch ain't even cry cause he was livin' that life These niggas think I'm slippin' cause I'm fallin' back Bitch I got money in the walls for that Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops Let them niggas chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap. . yeah [Hook - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge Y'all niggas ain't eatin' how we eatin' B Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be If they ain't wit' us they must be against us We shoot 'em in the head cause they act like they senseless If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin' [Lil Wayne] Money money money is my intuition Money over bitches such an easy decision Young Money money men monster militia Hardbody these niggas boxes of tissue That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya Them . 380 snapshots now smile for the pictures Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind ho [Hook - Lil Wayne]\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/High Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flash Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit I'm bad, I hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch I hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick Hot Boy baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star What'cha know about it? It's not four babies Unless you're Weezy F Baby And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker [Hook: Lil Wayne] [Riding in my wheels, late night Left arm on the steering wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high] Riding in my wheels, late night Left arm on the steering wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high [Verse 2: Birdman] See we ride for flame, nigga, a G to my name, nigga I dos my thang, nigga, I'm getting this change, nigga So who's to blame, nigga, about the game, nigga They said I did it, so fuck them niggas I gave the plan, nigga, I gave the game, nigga I'm doin my thang, and still fuck them niggas I know the lane, nigga, I know the pain, nigga I know the fame, and still fuck them niggas Nigga, yeah, we chilling with them bitches on us Holla, nigga, while we counting our hood riches Thinking 'bout all the hood niggas Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures Nigga, and if you doing it how we done it, nigga Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was coming, nigga And every summer had Hummers, nigga Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothing, nigga [Hook: Lil Wayne] [Riding in my wheels, late night Left arm on the steering wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high] [Riding in my wheels, late night Left arm on the steering wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yo, check it And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't Fuck with me, play with me, no Cause I got me fosho And I got Ds to blow, fosho Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air Pull 'em out, and let the player haters know that it's there Bang that motherfucker, and pop that motherfucker Yeah, fall back, young man, who? Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, you understand? Yeah, wife beater fitting me perfect, exactly Jeans falling off my ass, pocket cash showing Rock 'n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah Cold Saki shots, chilled Patron, half a glass, yeah Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent I let her clothes drop, while she going to my bed And I'm going to my bed right behind her Got a couple questions in her pussy I picked tonight to find 'em And I might define 'em if I hit from right behind her And get her how I got her, now she digging my persona She like a virgin, but like Madonna I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya Until the seats fall off, but we good This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it, understood [Hook: Lil Wayne] [Riding in my wheels, late night Left arm on the steering wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high] [Riding in my wheels, late night Left arm on the steering wheel Red light, cops in my rearview But fuck them cause I'm high Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high]\n",
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      "[Hook] And I'm ridin' wit a body on the shotty Stretch a nigga out like Pilates Catch a nigga outside his hidey Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by me I'm on that piff, that potty That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the 90's Shiny P-90 in the lining I'm dining, don't time me mu'fucka [Verse 1] I'm a, young ass piranha Don't get caught in that water cause I'm waitin' for a drowner And on the corner I got packs on the counter Before ya bitch leave I make Young Marl count 'em Tryin' to get a dollar i could turn into a thousand I'm so determined its a economic problem, drama That's why I carry the llama Ready at any given day to bury my honor Love weed so much i tried to marry Juana So pass the pastrami and asparagus mama, I'm lunchin' Cause in my area If you got bread you better break it or we sharin' ya I got his ankles, and his stereo Cause i could get a cool buck fifty for that and the barrio, that's Hollygrove It's Hollygrove til I adios I gotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah [Verse 2] Hot Boy Wayne Since the beginning I've been in and out of some shit Thinnin' out the thick Living out the script, for the role that was chosen But I don't want an award, I'm tryin' to afford Back to the road in a Honda Accord The whole right side slam down with that raw A city supply the city get high, like If I was Clear I woulda touched Claudette I'm so fresh, like sex in the sheets But I'm from the dirty dirty, like sex on the beach The checks on my Nikes they match my carneesh The button up shirt match my button seats The AK-47 match my fuckin' heat Watch your fuckin' feet cause I'm hot in the streets A quarter thing is how i got in the streets I had money ever since that week, young Weezy! [Verse 3] 17 gangsta, Hollygrove soldier Got a lil money, got a lot more colder My top don't roll up, it fold up My money don't fold up, it build up You niggas ain't fly, get your gear up Copped my bitch the Marc Jacob boots, and the ear muffs Got her lookin' like Kamora or somethin Brought Kamora to the South now Kamora stuntin' Yeah we big business pimpin', chyea Walkin' wit a limp, talkin' with a slur Barkin' at ya' bitch, bet her pussycat purr She all on mine, she ain't lookin' at yours And if a man trip he get the blit bla blat blurr Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyea. chyea Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first! [Hook][Hook] And I'm ridin' wit a body on the shotty Stretch a nigga out like Pilates Catch a nigga outside his hidey Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by me I'm on that piff, that potty That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the 90's Shiny P-90 in the lining I'm dining, don't time me mu'fucka [Verse 1] I'm a, young ass piranha Don't get caught in that water cause I'm waitin' for a drowner And on the corner I got packs on the counter Before ya bitch leave I make Young Mob count 'em Tryin' to get a dollar i could turn into a thousand I'm so determined its a economic problem, drama That's why I carry the llama Ready at any given day to bury my honor Love weed so much i tried to marry Juana So pass the pastrami and asparagus mama, I'm lunchin' Cause in my area If you got bread you better break it or we sharin' ya I got his ankles, and his stereo Cause i could get a cool buck fifty for that and the barrio, that's Hollygrove It's Hollygrove til I adios I gotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah [Verse 2] Hot Boy Wayne Since the beginning I've been in and out of some shit Thinnin' out the thick Living out the script, for the role that was chosen But I don't want an award, I'm tryin' to afford Back to the road in a Honda Accord The whole right side slam down with that raw A city supply the city get high, like If I was Clear I woulda touched Claudette I'm so fresh, like sex in the sheets But I'm from the dirty dirty, like sex on the beach The checks on my Nikes they match my carneesh The button up shirt match my button seats The AK-47 match my fuckin' heat Watch your fuckin' feet cause I'm hot in the streets A quarter thing is how i got in the streets I had money ever since that week, young Weezy! [Verse 3] 17 gangsta, Hollygrove soldier Got a lil money, got a lot more colder My top don't roll up, it fold up My money don't fold up, it build up You niggas ain't fly, get your gear up Copped my bitch the Marc Jacob boots, and the ear muffs Got her lookin' like Kamora or somethin Brought Kamora to the South now Kamora stuntin' Yeah we big business pimpin', chyea Walkin' wit a limp, talkin' with a slur Barkin' at ya' bitch, bet her pussycat purr She all on mine, she ain't lookin' at yours And if a man trip he get the blit bla blat blurr Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyea. chyea Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first!\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Know What I'm Doing Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: T-Pain] Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah (Take a picture) Click click (Take a picture) Click click (Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin' Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah (Take a picture) Click click (Take a picture) Click click (Check me out!) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks Started on a corner now a nigga 106 Heroin and quinine nah you can't quiet mine I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake ho If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard Put Ross on the front just to front hard Cash Money money comin' on freight liners Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds Yeah I know what I'm doin' Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah (Take a picture) Click click (Take a picture) Click click (Check me out!) [Verse 2: Birdman] We got the swine wit' the suede on top The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another teardrop 250 on the grill spent the same on the watch Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga Yeah I know what I'm doin' Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah (Take a picture) Click click (Take a picture) Click click (Check me out!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Started with some hubbers 12 years old Man I swear to God I was 12 years old My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it 'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket Yeah. I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard Nigga I mack hard, bitch I'm a bad boy Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars You know my name baby, that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby And if that nigga hatin' on ya, then fuck him baby I tell 'em fuck 'em girl 18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent the check yet off Tha Carter II I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you? Yeah I know what I'm doin' Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah (Take a picture) Click click (Take a picture) Click click (Check me out!)\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Leather So Soft Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Lil Wayne] My leather so soft, my top so soft I'll probably have it off, these niggas so soft And I go so hard Bitch, I go so hard She said my leather so soft, my top so soft I'll probably have it off, these niggas so soft And I go so hard Bitch, I go so hard [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I get money, ho, fuck what you talkin' 'bout Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode I be with them different hoes, no I mean them different hoes I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes And as far as terrific goes, they kiss that dick with no mistletoes Diamonds and pearls and pussy hoes Snortin' coke 'til they nose bleed I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed My rag always red like when them hoes bleed Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft [Hook] [Verse 2: Birdman] She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga Rolls Royce Corniches and asses by the beaches Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar, nigga Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son And we got it together . 47, . 51, you gon' hear us when we come, daddy [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it I gotta die with money cause I wasn't born wit 'it It was 9-27-82 baby due Charity Hospital aka the city zoo No pity due to no one nobody not all Man, they dropped us in the game and everybody's trying to ball And the small hand'll touch ya, the large hand'll cut ya But until that day, I'll be a mothafuckin' stunna, nigga [Birdman] Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga Up in the early I done did it for sunshine Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine Nine stay cocked cause I'm good wit' firin' mines Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's [Hook]\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Like Father Like Son Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] There ain't no love like Like father like son, nigga [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah It's filthy with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em Tha block is hot but we out here gettin it on 'em And keep a tool everytime we hit the streets Cause these niggas act a fool and we be quick to put it on 'em Them tear drops homie we so not The nigga to fuck with cause we will pop . 40 cal keep it cocked nigga ready to block Keep a gun a extra clip homie thats how we rock And like father like son daddy we dont borrow We stay on the grind homie cause we grind harder And fuckin with me homie you won't like You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night We got birds flyin out and we've allowed the pipes We do this state to state thing and cheat the price And Rufus came home and I told him to shave But he was tellin me about them pussy niggas back in the eighties, baby [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Listen Birdman put me on when I was just eleven He was my teacher, so I was like fuck the lesson He was my preacher, so I was like fuck the reverend My mother Cita, she said that I was with the devil My mother Cita, now say that he was sent from heaven So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me And I remember what my poppa told me Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah Im out c'here homie pitchin the game And yes I do the whole thing nigga give me my change Yes we do the same thing out the brand new Range Little nigga like his father homie doin his thing We keep the gun for paper homie aimed and cocked Every nigga in my circle homie ready to pop We be ridin drop tops thats just how we rock And ill be ridin in the Phantom through my up town blocks Nigga [Hook] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Alright money on my mind Look I-I-I I hear you niggas wisperin I say wisperin cause you niggas ain't hollerin bout shit Po' pussy ass niggas gangster and me Look Birdman jr fuck the world pops And we gon keep it movin even if the world stops Stay strapped and laced like girl socks Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake Birthdays was the worst days Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty Ya know, I do believe the moneys cursed me So I pray to God that the devil dont murk me, uh Little Wizzle but you bitches call me first place And papa taught me paper chase never skirt chase I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space You niggas yellow like Sesame street Bert's face Worst case scenario, burial Two tone Carara like Mascara, uh The G4 take your boy where ever Like father, like son the era, nigga [Hook]\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Loyalty Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Soprano] You Know While Your Mother Is Cooking The Macaronni Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns, Everybody Eats Bread Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name You Dont Forgets Your Roots You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Neighbourhood Superstars Lyrics Summary\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/No More Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Lil Wayne] I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right nah I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida and I swore That I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right money right [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin' Man on the clock like hands grindin Like teeth get money like Heathcliff huxtable keep it comin Like keith gotta make last forever for worse Or for better gotta make it past the devil So guns I got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron Nevelle but I just play to win holler back like heavy metal Smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes My breads buildin bagels and legos when I rose They froze trust me for the pesos I'm an a hole AK holes Think face blow and understand talkin money By the case loads gun off safety I'm in safe mode I will hold court until the case closed Brown bag bitch [Hook: Lil Wayne] I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right nah I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right money right [Verse 2: All Star Cashville Prince] Young new investment ain't no turnin me back Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack And I ain't never goin back sike I love the life standin Under the street ilght tryin to get off that white At a reasonable price nah I ain't tryin to bargain Wit ya niggas hatin well I guess they gonna be Starvin wit you I got 2 jobs I sell and cop shit Like father like son well I was adopoted I told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and I don't even wanna Tell you waht I did with my advance cause I'm only a man I had to feed my fam takin that hood shit And copped 3,024 grams man I guess it is what it is it Was what it was before the rap game I waas sellin drugs Either way I'm six figures before my first record Allstar, y'all gon' respect my work ethics I'm a hustla [Hook: Lil Wayne] I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right nah I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right money right [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quarter From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies That how I'm hood rich and murder was the case got me Emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman Nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u Up I'm rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta Hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin On some shit breaking bread choppin millions Cause a bitch ain't shit told as a youngin how roll With the chopper if money on your block for the money Ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money Wouldn't stop us from ridin fly whips now they ho out Jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna Is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit But the birdman raised ya bitch Birdman got an army birdman got a navy And cash money can't save ya [Hook: Lil Wayne] I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right nah I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin to florida And I swore that I won't ever hustla no more But I don't never say that no more got my mind Right money right\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Out The Pound Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Birdman] We got the diamond in the back (Yea) Tinted rolled up (Yea) Blowin' out the pound In a brand new truck Let's go and get it If you a real d-boy Money over bitches [Intro over the hook] Yea, this one here for uptown I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy Yea, uptown already nigga! [Verse 1: Birdman] Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats Twenty on a bike, Third Ward peace Two on the yacht, million on the fleet Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin' Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga [Verse 2: Birdman] What it do H-Town? Chea Hit the town in a Phantom and a Jeep Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite Two toned everything a nigga see Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets Made man, ol' head taught me Like father, like son we a G Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats Ol' school drop tops on the beach Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch Money won't change nigga neva average That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish [Verse 3: Birdman] Yea nigga We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin' Ya heard me? And this is how we get down at the end of the night After all that grindin' Shit I'm in the club, hoez showin' love Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust I got stacks, that's jus' how it is Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville And got birds in the field Grindin' all the time Tryna get a mill' Neighborhood superstar, Third Ward gangsta I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin' Shine in the summer Minks in the winter Ice year round Twenty on the pinky Damn my town Went down sinkin' Made my rounds Bounced back bankin' Neva fold That's what make me Make the money Don't let it break ya Yea That's what it do nigga We better hustlaz than you nigga Money longer than yours lil' nigga Believe that One hundred Wha's up Weezy baby? Them niggas can't see us man We barely can see us, ya heard?\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Over Hustlin Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook:] We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper [Lil Wayne:] Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook And I just keep on kicking it kicking it like a knee and a foot Yes, wayne straight like a ki' of that good If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet I got the key to success, get money invest Re-up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect That means my weed is the best, homie, even the stress OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess Let's call my bullets a lump, I put 'em deep in your neck Adam's apple meet banana clip You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip They say the bullshit walks, the money talks So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all It's money over everything and bitches under all [Birdman:] I say uptown poppin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas It's the home of the hard knocks Cook up a whole block, kit it up in all white Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho Got the game from K. C. , second floor sixth court Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal eagle wings Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga I spent a mill on my grill for real Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills [Birdman:] I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga Got blood money homie. Thang in hand, nigga Stop all that reppin', 'fore I. . Moving them things, nigga Green paper White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's apron Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga Bitch nigga talkin'. This is how money sound I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round Yeah, and I just do's what I does You niggas couldn't even be who I was\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Protector Skit Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Skit] The other thing is this I want you to learn: I want to go around all over the streets, and you make yourself a protector. You go in, and you make sure these guys are all safe, okay, you offer them an order of protection for a small nominable fee, and thats the way you do it. You walk in and you tell 'em, \"Hey, you know, we're gonna take care of your business, but you gotta pay us X amount of dollars a week. \" So you collect from them, you bring it to us, we give your piece and you're earning the money for the family, and then you go up and up and up the pole\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Respect Skit Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Skit] I'm so glad to see how far you came in life. And now since you're gonna become one of the bosses, it's nice to see that someone is following in my footsteps. Carry on the name and tradition, but remember one thing: It's respect, never cross the line, and you'll always earn a lot of cash money\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Shooter Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Robin Thicke] I heard some shouts, like: \"down on the floor!\" I turn around, I was staring at chrome Shotgun watches door, got security good Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her \"I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter\" [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] So many doubt cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out Bang! I hope you bleed a lake I'mma play x-ray, helping y'all see the fake I'm just trying to be the Great, trying to get a piece of cake Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow! But ain't no lovers around They thinking about shooting! Them shooters Got the guns, girls. [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient Stop being rapper racists, region-haters Spectators, dictators, behind door dick-takers It's outrageous! You don't know how sick you make us I want to throw it up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern, face it If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics [Break: Robin Thicke] Lady walks into a shotgun surprise Dropped to her knees, saw her life before her eyes He said: \"bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it I'm your - shooter!\" [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Socks soaking wet, I been running y'all I reload every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward, you better know me Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard Take pain like Tylenols, raw Way past par, far, I'm some shit you never saw I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose, or draw And then they ask who, when, where, how and My reply was simply, \"Pow!\"\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Stuntin Like My Daddy remix Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] \"Pyong\" on the Yamaha Chromed out 11 hundred What I'm doing? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Can't see you little niggas cause the money in the way And I'm - I'm sitting high, a gansta ride, blades If you ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake Shit, believe that: if your mans wanna play I'mma fuck around and put that boy's brains on the gate Hey pick em up! Throw a stack at em Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it I grab the keys, \"ho I gotta go\" I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] \"Pyong\" on the Yamaha Chromed out 11 hundred What I'm doing? [Verse 2: Birdman] Shorty, 98's, 45 paper plates Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy, 25 on the pinky Bought a pound of blow and bounced back Matching grills, big houses on the hill Got them hoes in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills I start to holler, dollar after dollar Flipping chickens, getting tickets. [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] \"Pyong\" on the Yamaha Chromed out 11 hundred What I'm doing? [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends White leather, hot new bare rims Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin Big work, we don't need a scale man! Big papers: say \"good morning\" to the mailman What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man? I can stuff a coupe like a motherfuckin' caravan I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman How you want it, show me my opponent *Munching noises* Show me my opponent I'm still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And I've never been a pussy cause my hood never let me A made nigga, got made niggas with me I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to park the Bentley [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] \"Pyong\" on the Yamaha Chromed out 11 hundred What I'm doing?\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/Stuntin Like My Daddy Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Pyong! Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Can't see you little niggas—the money in the way, and I'm I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride bladesA Andf you ain't gonna ride fly, then you might as well hate, shit I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate No, it ain't my birthday, but I got my name on that cake, shit Believe that, and if your mans wan' play Then I'ma fuck around and put that boy's brains on the gate Ayy, pick em up! Throw a stack at em Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em (Bop-bop) Your bitch on my pipe, she like a crack addict And, she saw me cooking eggs, shethought I was back at it, yeah I grab the keys, \"Ho I gotta go\" Hot my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Pyong! (Ugh) 98s, 45 paper plates Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy 25 on the pinky Bought a pound of blow and bounced back (Bounced back) Matching grills, big houses on the hills Got them hoes in the kitchen All cooking, paying bills (Paying bills) I start to holler, dollar after dollar (Yeah) Flipping chickens, getting tickets Want the money and the power (Money and the power) Born stuntin', Uptown hunter (Yeah) Third Ward G, nigga, been about money (Been about money) Ice chunky, Birdman, red monkeys White Ts on the chromed-out eleven-hundreds You know we shine every summer (Shine) We grind every summer And this is how we spend money (How we spend money) You see them Bentleys and them Lams? [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Pyong! When I was 16, I bought my first Mercedes-Benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends White leather, hot new pair of rims Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hairpin Big work, we don't need a scale, man Big papers: say \"Good morning\" to the mailman What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man? I can stuff the coupe like a motherfucking caravan I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman How you want it? on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hun— Cash Money still the company, and bitch, I'm the boss Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hun— Cash Money still the company, and bitch, I'm the boss\n",
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      "Like Father, Like Son/You Aint Know Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook 1 - Lil Wayne] I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never play me I'm from Uptown baby I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Nigga I ain't got a money printer So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters Yes the last two Cash Money members Shout out to the new Cash Money members Baby and Slim still point guard and center So much money on my mind it's all I remember And I just bought a gun wit' a extender And that bitch hold me up like suspenders Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch They got so many pussy niggas I can make a list Niggas wonder why I stress that I am the best Cause even bobble heads tell me yes. haha Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death I'm already good I'm working on my left A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F [Hook 2: Lil Wayne - x2] You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? [Verse 2 - Birdman] Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen Comin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the Caddy Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin' Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin' Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi' 2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish [Lil Wayne] This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch And gettin' money is my sport And understand the rap game is my court So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport Or some sort of. matchin' slippers or yacht shoes See I don't cruise control I control the cruise Yes. I gets throat on a boat And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and [Verse 3 - Birdman] Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds They reppin' layin' here we stuntin' On the grind all the time homie gettin' money 3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta 17th hustler known top ranker Money go getter them clowns can't figure Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died Know I had to ride never let it slide It's just the G in me and I'mma get it til I die daddy\n",
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      "Rebirth/American Star Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Born and raised in the USA By way of New Orleans where the killers stay Okay. uh, uh, alright, yeah Born and raised in the USA Where the government's watching what you do and say Hey, hey, ha ha, alright Well I'mma tell you this story 'bout a nigga with glory Yeah I come from piss poor, and now I live in six story houses Now how's this? Listenin to my own voice in my black Rolls Royce Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses I take off my trousers, yeah! And you don't know nothing about this I'm a dope boy with a guitar [Hook: Shanell + (Lil Wayne)] Hey daddy can you let me Ride with the band in the back seat Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I'm a dope boy with a guitar) Tell them if they're lookin for me I'm on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy Dope boy with a guitar. [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Born and raised in the USA By way of New Orleans where the killers stay But that's okay, yeah, that's alright, yes! I'm loved and praised in the USA My ancestors were slaves in the USA But not today, it's alright Yeah, come on! Oh I'm a dope boy with a guitar [Hook: Shanell + (Lil Wayne)] Hey daddy can you let me Ride with the band in the back seat Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I'm a dope boy with a guitar) Tell them if they're lookin for me I'm on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy Born and raised in the USA Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K I was born and raised in the USA And all I wanna do is play So turn me up Turn me up So turn me up Turn me up\n",
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      "Rebirth/Da Da Da Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Damn it (Damn, girl) You know you got it going on You can see by the way that she walking You so fine that your body need a bodyguard Well I could be your Bobby Or your only tendaroni Let me beam you up like Scotty I got Whitney just enough for Everybody in this party girl [Chorus] Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, yeah Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da [Verse 2] Yeah, I know you want me Yeah, give me that monkey Yeah, that funky monkey Yeah, that funky monkey Bass [Chorus] Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da You know, you know You know, you know [Verse 3] Yo', I’m in like flint, Benjamin Franklin my twin Yeah, if she can't swim, I gotcha girl sinking in my Benz Backstroke, backstroke, like Michael Phelps with my backstroke Break her off 'til her back broke, I leave her numb like crack-coke Then I get to the money, Monday through Sunday Ain't she sweet like Honey Dew honey Menage A, watch Honey do Honey and then they do me and I'm glad they done it Yeah, I'm wit' D-R-E The nigga that make beats with the nigga C-O-O-L, Cool We so motherfuckin' cool-er than you (Than you) [Chorus] Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Bass [Verse 4] Damn it (Damn, girl) Hey, you know you got it going on You can see by the way that she walking You so fine that your body need a bodyguard But I'm your Kevin Costner And I will be the boss, girl I'll pull up a bike, 'cause shawty out of sight And I just wanna watch her [Chorus] Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, yeah Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da\n",
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      "Rebirth/Drop The World Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days are the same You keep the sunshine, save me the rain I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond The top gets higher the more that I climb The spot gets smaller and I get bigger Tryin' to get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on, motherfucker ‘Cause all this bullshit done made me strong, motherfucker [Hook: Lil Wayne] So I pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off My word is my pride But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise Served to survive, murdered and bribed And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside [Hook: Lil Wayne] So I can pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone [Bridge: Eminem] It hurts, but I never show This pain you'll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit I've become My back's against the wall When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: \"Fuck 'em all!\" [Verse 3: Eminem] Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in This roof is cavin' in, up it's time to raise it, then Your days are numbered like pages in My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy This crooked mind of mines got 'em all shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt-fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim But the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear, one way or another I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it I swear to God, won't spare the rod I'm a man of my words, so your fuckin' heads better nod Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! My head is swole My confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk You're trapped in my medicine ball I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'— [Hook: Lil Wayne] Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone\n",
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      "Rebirth/Get A Life Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] I'm just tryin to get my own, I'm up early in the mo'nin Gettin it by all means, gotta get this dough (ohhh) Oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) But everytime I look over my shoulder I see you and all your hatin hatin homies all up all up In my zone (no) oh no (no) oh no (no) oh no (no) And your haten haten hommies all up in my zone [Talking] Come on man, hey! What the fuck you lookin' at me for?! You wanna do somethin'? [Hook: Lil Wayne] I say fuck you (fuck you) Get a life (get a life) Man I got too much shit on my head To have to deal with all of you (youuu) Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) I say, fuck you (fuck you) Get a life (get a life) Man I got too much shit on my head To have to deal with all of you (youuu) Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) I say fuck youuuuuuuuu. [Verse 2] Listen baby! You've got it goin on Your girlfriends say I ain't the one They hate it when I call you up I hear 'em in the backround on your phone (ohhh) Oh no (ohhh) ah-oh (ohhh) oh (oh-oh-oh) What you don't know about 'em baby When you not around 'em baby They be tryin to holla dey be Hidin in the bushes of my home (ohhh) Oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) ah-oh (ewww) Listen girl! You tired of your motherfuckin friends Hatin on your motherfuckin nigga everytime he call They's a bunch of motherfuckin haters Fuck them boo! [Hook] I say fuck you (fuck you) Get a life (get a life) Man I got too much shit on my head To have to deal with all of you (youuu) Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) I say, fuck you (fuck you) Get a life (get a life) Man I got too much shit on my head To have to deal with all of you (youuu) Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) I say fuck youuuuuuuuu. [Bridge] All I can say is get a life Quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life Get money, get bitches and get a life Get it goin, get it goin, go get a life All I can say is get a life Quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life Get money, get bitches and get a life Get it goin, get it goin, go get a life [Outro: Lil Wayne] Oohhh, yeah Oohhh, yeah Oohhh, yeah\n",
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      "Rebirth/Ground Zero Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Back the hell off! Rock and roll Jesus with all my nails on All I need is a blunt and a bail bond And give these blind motherfuckers somethin' to feel on Rollin' like a motherfucker, put your wheels on And let's roll down the hill 'til the hill gone I started on the block but that's somethin, to build on And how can I pray when I got nuttin' to kneel on? [Chorus] Hey! [Verse 2] Huh, walk on air Show me to the edge and I walk off there We ain't high enough, au contraire And sometimes life just don't compare Sa-say my name, baby, pull my hair And I'ma fuck you like a bull, I swear I got a lot of love that I could just share I got a lot of drugs that I could just share I-I-I know, I know, what'chu like girl A nice little mirror and a little white girl Way at the top of the mountain, bouncing May I be everything but grounded I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom I just wanna float, float like Muhammad I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom I just wanna float. [Chorus] Hey! The ground is gone Don't look now but the ground is gone I'm so high that the ground is gone And I don't even know which cloud I'm on Don't look down but the ground is gone Don't look down cause the ground is gone Right now I'm a million miles from home And I'm so high that the [Verse 3] Hey, I know a girl named Crystal, her last name Ball I look into her eyes, and I can see it all I see it when she cry, I'm there when she call 'Cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall Kill-kill 'em all, die in the spirit of the war Thinkin' what am I, be in spiritual fall Huh, shit, 'cause ain't no love Die while America drink yo' blood It ain't no hurricane, it ain't no flood It's some other shit that we ain't know of Make that money, yeah, make that money Then watch the government take that money But we gon' raise hell, motherfucker get well Laws get passed and economies fail Love, hate, emotion, compulsion Addiction, diction, virgins, dickses Minglin', mixin', swingin', switchin' Swaggin', sweet, freaks, faggots Flames, fashion, planes, crashin' Ground, zero. [Chorus] Hey! The ground is gone Don't look now but the ground is gone I'm so high that the ground is gone And I don't even know which cloud I'm on Don't look down but the ground is gone Don't look down cause the ground is gone Right now I'm a million miles from home And I'm so high that the ground is gone [Outro] Let's let's let's jump off a buildin' baby Let's jump jump out a window Let's jump off a buildin' baby\n",
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      "Rebirth/I'll Die Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Hey, I tried to treat you like no other To be like no other in your life Hey, and I cried to see you with another To see you with another, to win your life [Bridge] 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 fuckin' door! [Chorus] I love you like no other I do you like no other I swear to God I motherfuckin' tried I do you like no other I treat you like no other Without you in my life I'd fuckin' die I'd die without you, I'd die I'll die without you, I'll die I'll die without you [Verse 2] I'll cry, until you see an ocean I'm sinkin' to the ocean's floor, to my demise Ohh I'd die here to see you with another To see you with another, to be in your life Ohhhh, no-ohhhh [Bridge] 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 fuckin' door! [Chorus] I love you like no other I treat you like no other I need you in my motherfuckin' life I'll treat you like no other And there won't be another There won't be another 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, ohhhh [Verse 3] Bury me a G, yeah, bury me a G when I die Bury me a G when she cry And I'll be lookin' down from the sky Bury me a G, yeah bury me a G when I die Bury me a G, and I I swear You gon' hear me out, yeah hear me out Hear me out before you walk up out my door Yeah you gon' hear me out Don't you walk up out my fuckin' door! [Chorus] I love you like no other I treat you like no other I need you in my motherfuckin' life I'll do you like no other I'll treat you like no other I promise, I swear I'll die without you, die without you Die without you, die without you I'll die without you, die without you Die without you, die without, you\n",
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      "Rebirth/I'm so over you Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up Just turn it up Now turn it up Just turn it up [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] No regrets at all I'm high and I hope you catch the fall Welcome to my lecture hall You can't shake my infection off Take me to your leader and I promise I will be the man Swim until I see the sand Then die soon as I reach the land The water's over our hands What happened to our plans? Swim until I see the sand Then die soon as I reach the land! [Hook: Lil Wayne] This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe! Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you [Verse 2: Shanell] I did everything by the book, book, book Scribbling all over all of the notes that I took, took Find that you're no better than a crook, ooh! Set and developed I felt I could trust you, struck Showed them a picture of my ID That's not enough to prove that it's me Look in the mirror, now who should I be-lieve? [Hook: Lil Wayne & Shanell] This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe! Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you\n",
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      "Rebirth/Knockout Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Hey, Barbie, are-are-are are you into black men? Hey-hey-hey, hey, Barbie! Hey, I could be your black Ken (Wow!) Cause once you go black, you never go back She wear 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 [Hook: Nicki Minaj] Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Get the telephone please, it's an emergency Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Hey, Barbie, can I call you Barbara Hey, Barbie, yeah can I call you tomorrow and today Cause once you go black, you never go back And when she go to Wayne, everybody else is whack The she threw that ass back back back, then I fell to the mat And after that, everything went black [Hook: Nicki Minaj] Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Get the telephone please, it's an emergency Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Awww, fuck it! Give me that damn bucket When when I throw this pussy you better not start duckin' Oh, yo, hit-hit 'em with the blow Look-look out in the crowd and everybody's yellin' no Grab him by his locks and give us a good box Then hit him below the belt I wanna give him good top Top-top, give him good top Hit him below the belt I want to give him good top One-two-three they yellin' one-two-three I done hit 'em with that motherfuckin' crunk two-piece Tell 'em, tell 'em to mop out, too late to copout Give 'em more head than toupees, that's the knockout [Hook: Nicki Minaj] Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Get the telephone please, it's an emergency Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)\n",
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      "Rebirth/On Fire Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Mama bad, mama mean Gasoline, she’s on fire Put her out, as a matter of fact Take her out, cause she’s on fire Got on my knees and asked my Lord To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl She, she’s on fire, yeah But everything is so cool, yeah [Verse 1] Now gimme them back shots, I want them back shots I said shorty let me play up in that matchbox And she’s on fire, yeah Sh-shorty let a nigga rub his dick against her matchbox And she's on fire, she’s steamin' She’s screamin', she, she’s creamin' She’s fiendin', I redeem it I get between it, like I mean it [Bridge] Now hit me And now she's on fire I left her steamin', yeah But everything is so cool [Verse 2] Uhh, she hot as hell, let's call her Helen Uhh, fireman to her rescue like 9-11 Uhh, fuckin' right I make her hot She got the Devil in her, I do whatever with her Hell's angel, I pluck her feathers nigga I am the firespitter, I start a fire with her Okay her flames high, but I am higher nigga So I invite her up, and then I light her up, uhh [Hook] Mama bad, mama mean Kerosene, she’s on fire Put her out, as a matter of fact Take her out, she’s on fire Got on my knees and asked my Lord To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl She's on fire, yeah But everything is so cool, yeah [Outro] Now hit me, haha, woo! She's on fire, yeah I left her stingin' Yeah, and now she's on fire Haha (but it's cool) Mama bad, mama mean Gasoline, she’s on fire Put her out, as a matter of fact T-t-take her out, cause she’s on fire She, she’s steamin' She’s screamin', she creamin' She’s fiendin', I redeem it I get between it, like I mean it Hehe, then I leave her stingin' Now she's on fire, stingin'! But everything is so cool\n",
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      "Rebirth/One Way Trip Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Beat the beat up 'til the beat get punchdrunk Drown in my flow motherfucker bring your swimmin' trunks Everybody say they just do it, well I just don't Times do change motherfucker but the gun don't Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceilin' Fell asleep with another chick from my buildin' Kick her ass out and have breakfast like a muh'fucker I'm with another bitch by supper Yeah, me and hate that's an odd couple Hehe, you niggas fake you wouldn't pop bubbles You can act stupid, bitch, I'm dumber And T.  Barker is my motherfuckin drummer Let's go! [Refrain: Kevin Rudolf] I'm fallin' down a landslide On a one-way trip to you You want me to take you for a ride Well let's see what you can do And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh And I know just what to do Because I'm fallin down a landslide On a one-way trip to you [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I been doin' this shit And you know what they say about the shoe if it fit! Haha Have a ball 'til I fall though And if I die today I bet the world end tomorrow It's fucked up how you ain't never me And I got blind money, money you will never see And only in the mirror's where you'll find a better me I make money and my fingers make the letter B I'm very sick, very sicker than you And when I play sick, I'm Jordan with the flu, yeah! Then I become a motherfucker And my nigga Travis Barker is my drummer Motherfucker, let's go! [Refrain: Kevin Rudolf] I'm fallin' down a landslide On a one-way trip to you You want me to take you for a ride Well let's see what you can do And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh And I know just what to do Because I'm fallin down a landslide On a one-way trip to you [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I get better with time and time is forever So just sit back and watch my time get better So check your watch, I'm strong as Scotch Papa was a rollin' stone, I was born to rock Tell it like it is, shit I don't know when it isn't To be or not to be; shit, I don't know my decision I don't know how I made it for this long in this condition Cause my flow so sick I shoulda died in the first verse Mr.  Dr.  Carter with my hand up a nurse skirt Suck me like soup and I'ma eat you like surf n' turf Hah! Just let me know when you comin And my motherfuckin nigga T.  Barker keep drummin Let's go! [Refrain: Kevin Rudolf] I'm fallin' down a landslide On a one-way trip to you You want me to take you for a ride Well let's see what you can do And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh And I know just what to do Because I'm fallin down a landslide On a one-way trip to you [Outro: Kevin Rudolf] On a one way trip to you On a one way trip to you\n",
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      "Rebirth/Paradice Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Moolah babe She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame She would do anything she could to feel the flame When everybody know your move and the things you pay She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed [Chorus] Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Yeah) Oh no, this ain't paradise! [Verse 2] He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame And he would do anything he could to kill the pain When everybody know your moves, they speak of your name And oh, all over the late night local news I heard him scream [Chorus] Oh no, this ain't paradise! [Bridge] Woah I say the sun don't shine forever (Oh oh oh oh oh) And everything that glitter ain't gold (Ahhh) I say love don't love forever (Oh oh oh oh oh) And everything that's new gets old (Rahhhhh) [Verse 3] Sometimes we try to find the road to the riches Need roadside assistance Blisters on my knees, from beggin' for forgiveness Ain't no dollars on my trees, but mileage on my feet 'Cause I been climbin' to the peak, and runnin' from the bullshit I'm tired of playin' the same song, who told the DJ bring it back? Dead Presidents, bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat Starin' at big poster, I swear that he be winkin' back Cut school, sell crack, sorry I'm just thinkin' back Call me crazy, I've been called worse It's like I have it all, but what's it all worth? [Outro] Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Oh, ohh ohh ohh) This ain't paradise; no, this ain't paradise This ain't paradise\n",
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      "Rebirth/Prom Queen Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] I loved her fancy underwear, I sit behind her every year Waiting for the chance to get to tell her I'm the one she should be with She's popular wit all the guys, so innocent in my eyes I can see her in my life, she woulda had the world if she were mine But see, she had other plans, I couldn't understand Her and her stupid friends, Varsity's biggest fans Never forget the day she laughed and walked away And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all [Chorus] She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See you never know how How everything can turn around [Verse 2] They loved her fancy underwear, every boyfriend, every year She tried to keep them entertained When they can hardly remember her name She did everything she could just to make them laugh and treat her good She finds herself alone, askin' herself, where did she go wrong She didn't realize she chased the type of guys That don't believe in ties, tryin' to apologize Never forget the day she left and walked away And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all [Chorus] She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See you never know how How everything can turn around Yeah Yeah Oh Uh Uh [Chorus] She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See you never know how How everything can turn around\n",
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      "Rebirth/Running Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] The loser, microphone abuser Feet hurtin', I just walked from Jerusalem So you should get on the side with the movement I'm the proof and I'll die just to prove it Whatchu wanna know? Anything, whatever I can't tell you, I can show you better Me-me and my gun, we took an oath together Said I will never die, if we both together Yeah, this is my testification I'm Wayne on their hands like precipitation And in hell you, you need justification But, but for me it was just a vacation Heheh, yeah [Chorus: Shanell] Somebody tell me when's it gonna end? [Verse 2: Shanell] I lost all my money I lost half my mind Can't find my direction Where's the finish line? [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Shanell] Uhh, but if I fall, I fall up and let the clouds hug me And if I fall down, I bet I hit the ground runnin' Bet you search and found nothin', looking for the finish line Stop short cuttin', you fuckin' up your finish time Shit, but every twice in a while It feels like I'm runnin', and life is the miles Yeah, but until the lights dimmin down I'll be runnin' around, runnin', runnin' Ohh, ohh-whoa, will you tell me? [Chorus: Shanell] Somebody tell me when's it gonna end? [Verse 4: Shanell & Lil Wayne] Counting all my pennies but it doesn't add up At the mercy but somehow it ain't enough Reading all the red lights trying not to give up But I don't know how long it's gonna last, ohh It's almost over now I say it's almost over now The end is gettin' closer now Better do what you suppose to cause the world is all so short now [Chorus: Shanell] Somebody tell me when's it gonna end? [Outro: Shanell & Lil Wayne] When's it gonna end? I'm runnin' outta time, I'm runnin' out of space Feel like I'm runnin' round, but I'm runnin' in place We all in the race, I'm just another sprinter If there's no finish line, then who's the real winner?\n",
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      "Rebirth/The Price Is Wrong Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro/Hook: Lil Wayne] She stole my heart, she ran away Now I'm heartless, so fuck her anyway We got along, she got away The price is wrong, but she gotta pay [Lil Wayne] We used to be the coolest couple back in high school High school, my school, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah Now she going out with some nigga name Michael Okay rifle, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah We used to be the nastiest couple on the school yard Back yard, your yard, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah But now you just a nasty motherfucker baby who are You are, you are, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah [Bridge] And everybody know that the tables turned (YEAH) And what you gonna do when the tables burned (YEAH) And now you all up in my face Pleadin your case, and I'm like Okay, okay, okay okay okay Okay, okay, okay okay okay okay Okay, okay, okay okay okay okay Okay okay okay okay okay okay ok-kay-kay-kay-kay-KAY! [Hook] [Lil Wayne] She used to be the cutest ever up in my class This class, that class, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah But now she kissin any motherfucker with a hall pass So she skippin y'all class, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah I used to be the baddest motherfucker in the lunchroom Classroom, her room, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yahhhhh But now I graduated from youuuuuuuu Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YAH YAH! [Interlude: Lil Wayne] But she gotta pay. So fuck her anyway. [Hook] - repeat 2. 5X w/ minor variations [Outro: Lil Wayne] Fuck her anyway I fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway {*9X*} But she gotta pay!\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Come On Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Where my niggas at, it's play it raw time baby Load up the guns guerilla war time baby Light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg Choppers with drums, uzi's, and Glock time dawg Murk Whoever he with, they better split cause this the night And whoever ain't hit, jump out the whip and get it right Then we run in his house, see anybody and haul them out Then we empty the clips and let the Lord sort em out I'm bustin it really, it ain't no stopping me cause I hang up to that Dilly And now I'm tying up my bandanna and I'm cocking back Jump out the Hummer send a hundred to your stocking cap Dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums Hit your daddy, you sister, your son, your wife and move your momma Cause I'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain Got a sawed off, tec and I'm bout to knock off your brain Tell em' [Chorus: B. G.  & Lil Wayne] Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! [Verse 2: B. G. ] If drama come to me then it come For that I got two Glocks and a k with a drum That's what I ride with not what I got got ducked off The mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off I got the tillery when beef kick I got soldiers ready to march when that beef start I got niggas be in that zone on that herion I got niggas ready to kill when shit get real I got niggas that play all out skirts of the field So get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled Oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death You lose and can't continue if you get dome checked You get blues it's all what duck gonna be next Come in that water and get wet Think you can fuck with me, your thoughts will get upset I don't shot to hit I shot to kill Believe me I don't shoot for fun when I shoot it's for real Come on nigga! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Give me the guns, I'm ready to bust one nigga My nuts hung nigga, since I was young nigga I get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga I sip some nigga, and I flip some nigga Imma uptown stunna, what the hell you think Ready for war, but I ain't captain of no goddamn tank! And you can take that to vegillity boy I'm burning up, I'm on fire is you smelling boy Cause I be coming with the top down Letting them know how the chop sound 100 rounds tore the whole entire block down Assault rifle with a drum and beam totter 38 with a speed loader in my holster Mac uzi achine with a strap around my shoulder But if I pop my trunk I'm might just set off a damn explosion I'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain Got a sawed off tec and I'm bout to knock off your brain Tell em' You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga! You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga! [Outro: B. G.  & Turk] They gotta holler at \"Lil Wayne! You ain't gotta holler whodie here I come nigga! You ain't gotta holler Nigga!\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Drop It Like Its Hot Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Drop, drop, drop, what what what After you back it up then stop What What, wha, drop it like its hot After you back it up and stop What, what Wha, drop it like its hot Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its Hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Make em' drop it Like its hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it Like it's hot Hehe, listen [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] You know me girl I'm a Cash Money millionaire, look at my Rolie (Rolex) girl Drop to your knees toss your hair ahah slow me girls Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl No he didn't say that, yes I did girl I don't use rubbers, and I don't plan no kids girl I don't want your number, I want your draws and ya skins girl Then after that, you can get it how you live girl That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl I'm the one to get it hot like a lighter girl I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl That's cause I likes it girl And let me tell you somethin girl, I am a player girl So don't you try to play me cause I never save a girl Do me a favor girl, and wet the spot girl And after you back it up, drop it like its hot girl [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now after you back it up then stop What, what, wha drop it like its hot Now after you back it up then stop What, what, wha, drop it like its hot Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot [Verse 2: B. G. ] First I need you to bend both knees Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy The left one time, the right two times (whoa) Show a nigga somethin, put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on Now twerk it bitch; ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin with You want a Hot Boy, hear me, work it bitch Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch I'm on fire yea, I'm nasty and I'mma make you holler yea Girl think I'm playin, I'mma break ya down I'm a show you how we do it on VL Uptown I wanna hear you make them \"ooh, ooo\" B. G.  sounds I wanna hear you say boy, aw you laid that down Aw you laid that down I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block But I won't stop till you drop it likes its hot [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now after you back it up then stop What, what, wha drop it like its hot Now after you back it up then stop What, what, wha, drop it like its hot Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy I got guns that go BLOCK A boy, BLOCK A boy Ya'll runnin with a monster boy, Weezy Wayne,Corleone And I'm a mobster boy, get it right I get my ball on like soccer boy I keep it right I ain't gon thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy Go up in flames blockburner thats my motto boy It ain't a game, I cock that put somethin' inside a boy I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy Catch her at the house steppin out the shower boy (shhhhhhhh) hehehehehe, got a lotta boys Claim to be soldiers but lies boy And if I catch em I'mma bat em and make em retire boy Put a hump in your back and bend your rump Hey sexy little mama we can do the hump And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me (what) And after he finished, next me next me Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it (whoa) I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit (ooo) Woo hah stuck ya in the ass (ooo) Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass (sss) I know you wish you could go home (go home) To a nigga with a dick like a python (python) Stay up in ya like a off the hook telephone (telephone) Got ya walkin round with nothin but a fuckin thong (wha?!) Take the switches on these bitches cause I'm so wrong So wrong, so wrong, so wrong Drop (wha) so wrong, listen, listen, listen [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now after you back it up then stop What, what, wha drop it like its hot Now after you back it up then stop What, what, wha, drop it like its hot Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Tell em' after you back it up then stop What, what, wha drop it like its hot We tell em' after you back it up then stop What, what, wha, drop it like its hot We make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot [Outro: Lil Wayne] They go wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety Wa a wobblety wobblety Drop drop it like its hot Make em wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety Wobblety Wa a wobblety wobblety, wa a drop drop it like its hot Now after You back it up then stop Wha wha wha, drop it like its hot They gotta Wobblety wobblety wa a wobblety wobblety Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it Like it's hot Tell em after you back it up then stop Then wha, wha, wha Drop it like its hot Make em after you back it up then stop Then wha, wha Wha, drop it like its hot Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot drop drop It like its hot\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Enemy Turf Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Juvenile] Ah hmmm hmmmm Hmmmm Hmmm [Verse 1: Juvenile] When I say I don't give a fuck I mean that yeah Niggas brains is gettin bust I don' seen that yeah If a shipment was comin in I need a haul of dat wodie I need a sixty-forty nigga And no chargin' that wodie You done heard about Michael Jackson And shiggidy shit But you ain't never heard about me When I'm flissin a bitch Niggas doors gettin knocked Clean off of the hinge See that red dot comin for Me and my girlfriend? Cause I wants mine I needs mine And I'm about to get mine But these dying Look lil' daddy You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya Look, I make a phone call to the big dog Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all Even though a nigga rich and I rock ice I still bust a nigga head on the block aight? [Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother Weezy It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother Weezy [Interlude: Lil' Wayne] My big brother Juvi Both hit tha blocks Strapped up with the Uzis [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] What, What, La Gun for gun Eye for eye Better move yo' wife and son Cause I ride or die Cash Money Hot Boy, bless me when I'm gone But until then, load up the chrome, cause it's on I been bout it Put a boot up in my lip and put my thirty up in a clip I drop the top and then I dip I hit his block and make 'em flip And I be full of that trash I be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast Watch the bullets chop off the head And make 'em fall in the grass One move they all die Lil Weezy a small fry, but gorilla when it's war time Y'all better learn When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell Well then let 'em burn Hold 'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy Seven churn and I be damn if I let 'em go If I don't get my dough Then hell will be all blowin' Til I R. I. P. , C. M. B.  I be I put it down for all my peeps Nigga, I'm H. B.  for real [Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother Weezy It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother Weezy [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] All I know is the streets And how to strap up When it's time shoot it Cock yo' heaters Tie up yo' bags It's time to do it Blaze the blunt Shut off the lights And cut down the music Roll down the windows Turn the corner And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr If ya don't know now Then ya never will learn You can play with Lil' Wayne And yo' block get burned You must love to go swimmin Cause tha water gets deeper See I bust you wide open And take 'ya daughter with me Here come the beat boy Shoot out the street lights Time to bring on the heat boy If you ain't really wit it Then you better get back I open yo' chest And make it look just like a wet cat This is a death trap I'mma a guerilla and I mean it Leave ya' head still in a beanin' Lyin' on the cement Calicoe steamin' Red dot beamin', dressed up suspicious Play with Lil Weezy, you'll be dinner for the fishes [Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother Weezy It's enemy turf that I'm on So I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calico My lil' brother Weezy [Outro] Enemy Turf Time to strap up What\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Fuck tha World Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Look, look, look [Verse 1] A young nigga screamin fuck the world and let 'em die Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smokin ride Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet And got my eyes fire red and Glock on my seat I'm tryna' stay under intoxication Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation I'm drinkin liquor like it's water, gettin pissy drunk And stayin away from them lil' broads they tryna get me stomped keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my waistline Duckin the law, cause I ain't tryna' do no Fed time Sometimes I just wish I could be away But I gotta take care of Ginae and keep Ms.  Cita straight So I just maintain the struggle and I keep tryin But how can I when my closest people keep dyin' I ain't lyin that the law tryna' bust my clique But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this [Chorus] Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills [Verse 2] Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad The Feds said they heard that I know where them birds at And my old lady say she saw me with anotha brizzah And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse And now she trippin talkin 'bout I need to be in church And my lil' girl whole family tryna lie in court Tryna' put me, a child, on child support And whole family deny me of what I do cause I'm a 'thug and stuff' Plus, my niggas keep fallin to them drugs and stuff That dope got these niggas meltin' away Man they got clowns right around me, killin' they self everyday We keep fightin' but they so strong I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck [Chorus] Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills [Verse 3] I mean the world just ain't gon' never change So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas Like everybody against me cause I'm a young thug Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit? But I'mma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil Rabbit That's why this lil' nigga be buggin like it's no tomorrow I only can depend on macita and C-M-R I try my best to make it through the night and live today But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away And police got me under surveillance when and wherever Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm gettin that cheddar I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone I can handle all'a my business, this lil' man grown But I try to forget about it and just stand strong But if everythang was cool I wouldn't write this damn song Fuck the world [Chorus] Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/High Beamin Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: B. G. ] Niggas be hatin Cause BG got it Every top of the line car they got Look I ride it From the Hummer to the Rover The drop jag B and C lex truck Nothin' my click ain't had Everybody head was fucked When they heard bout the deal Cash Money hotboys signed for 30-mill Already was straight but now we livin larger Already was ballin, but now we ballin harder Picture: bitches can't take me Cause my wrist stay flossed out Niggas hate me cause all day I'm flossed out Ghetto made me My dog, Baby, saved me Niggas find out they ho got fucked, they Implicate me That's how it go It ain't my fault I got mega cheese Walk that walk Talk that talk I'm BG Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On [Chorus] Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Wha I'mma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller baby And I'm racin' through In the all black chromed out Mercedes Coupe Got yo' wife at my house And she naked too And all my niggas all around her Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead do what you do' It's Weezy darlin' and off the heezy darlin' And I'm surrounded by the ice It got me freezin' darlin' And it's plain and simple Won't change cause it's natural Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all Got the game from Beatris I'm tryin' to see six numbers Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womens And make her stop at the gas station for six rubbers Put it together This is the life when you get full of the cheddar Don't try to end it or you wouldn't get better, what [Chorus] Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] La, la, la, la Here I come star rapper I get the fast money Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money Standin out the roof of my car And flash hundreds Take your girl to the mall Spend a G like that's nothin' She lay on the floor Open up the spot Take off her drawers, and \"let me see the cock\" \"Don't stop\" Lil Weezy, Weezy ain't nothin' nice Baguettes in my Jesus Christ, nothin' but ice When they see me at night Behind tints I stay high Snatch yo' wife Run up in her with the K-Y But it's on man Ever since I was born Wayne Nigga get out of line I get dirty like John Wayne I'm bout stuntin', flossin' Whatever come wit it And I don't shoot guns Unless they have a drum wit it At first they wasn't wit it Thought that I was jokin Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it (Whaa?) [Chorus] Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' [Outro: B. G. ]\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Intro Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Mannie Fresh & Baby] Ahh, Hot-Hot Yo! What it be like, Fresh? It's all gravy, baby It's gorgeous And Tha Block Is Hot; what's up, nigga? Aww man, it's magnificent, magnificent Look, nigga, my block so hot when my hoes walk, them diamonds poppin' out they toenail, woadie Bling-bling, bling-bling But it's all gravy Ya heard me? The block is full of lava, nigga (Ha) Got them po-po's pullin' up actin' crazy, nigga, what's happenin'? Tha Block Is Hot, like a barbeque at Satan's crib (Off top, I'm loving that) Tha Block Is Hot, like the Delgado Clinic, ya' heard me This lil' nigga Wayne is so motherfuckin' on fire (Wayne is gorge-rific!) A hose pipe couldn't put this nigga out Man, Baby, have a heart, have a heart This lil' nigga here is greasy (Have a heart) He cheesy (Have a heart) This lil 4 foot millionaire is on fire, woadie Aww man, that's wonderful And he know he representin' with the motherfuckin' Big Tymers B.  Geezy, Turk, Juvey, come to lay it down, nigga (Who else?) You still laying down hot ass tracks I gotta give you the motherfuckin' \"Hot Beat Of The Year Award\" CHING!-POW-WHOA-ZIP-CUH-SHAZAM (Ya heard me) I love that, I love that, I can love that truly beautiful, boy Now check it out, and it's all gravy (bring it on, bring it on) This lil nigga here is hotter than a motherfuckin' torch at the Mardi Gras season (Ha!) Weezy, lay it out like a carpet, lay it out (Do what ya' do, boy) Lay it out, lay it out (Do what ya' do, boy) lay it out I'm lovin' that, Fresh, you laid that motherfucker Fuck 2000! How you loving that Playboy?!\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Kisha Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Got a early call from Kisha, Kisha wanted me to meet her She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper Said cool then I'm gon' beep ya What would be a good time to reach ya She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter Cuz she wanted me to see her, said I needed a teaser But shit who got the keys to my Beamer I rolled me up a blunt and got the Cristal out the freezer I hopped in the two seater, left Nae-Nae with Macita Vroooom speed up run faster than a cheetah Only thing on my mind is how l'm gone get all in this cheap slut Should I use a rubber cause I heard she was a freak but They say she keep it cleaned up, but I don't want HIV bruh I drop my top on da drop-top (I'm bout ready to meet her), her name's on my beeper I called her on the Nokia And told her come pick me up As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees and grabbed my penis Ate It up like some peanuts I said \"oooohhhh Kisha\" Chopped off like a millimeter She drunk it like a 2 liter She blow like a pro, oh no I got to keep her Told her l'd be back about eleven I'm gone creep her But don't go you to sleep, I got some more meat to feed ya [Verse 2: Turk] Now I'm hot, I wonder what's up with Kisha tonight I'm gone give her a call, see if it's alright For me to dip through, she said it's all gravy First I got to get somebody to watch my baby (Baby) it's all good, I'll be there in a minute But she didn't know I knew Wayne was already hittin' it Soon as I pull up I see my dog runnin out He saw me peepin at him, but he didn't open his mouth Soon as he pulled off I knocked on the door Sayin to myself look at this dog ass ho Its cool what you do You know I like my shit sucked For you to swallow the cum and put ice on my nuts Caught my nut, now I'm up I'm gone holla at ya Kittie I got studio tonight, me and da H B'eezeys I can't be late, I'm gon' see ya when I could Hit Juve on the hip, let him know it was all good [Verse 3: Juvenile] Ooohh Oooh there she go, on the way to the corner store Lil Turk let me know, we done fucked the same bitch before Say lil mama where you headed, she told me forget it Hop in the back seat of my car and she spread it Say baby slow down I don't wanna fuck ya first I want you to suck on my dick until my nuts will burst She was a fool with it She said she had a good teacher she went to school with it Cuz she knew what to do with it I didn't want the bitch to have my car all smellin So I took her in the alley with some K Y Jelly Pull your shorts and your draws down to your knees Put the rubber on the dick handle that please I hit it she sucked it Hit it she sucked it and sucked it I got tired of the pussy and mouth and I said fuck it Hey ho, I gotta ride My baby moma beepin me and she stay way on the other side I hit B. Geezy on the celly And told him that the bitch was all good up in the alley Not the telly [Verse 4: B. G. ] This ho don't know I know she fucked three of my dogs I caught her walkin out the alley down by the mall She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk, I know she ain't got no walls But they told me she'd do a damn job on the balls She provided the number later on gave her a call Told her what I was thinkin and she was down with it all Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin tall What she'll do a nigga, should be against the law That's how Hot Boys play it when we finish we toss Baby when you finish Manny Fresh down the hall After this episode that ho won't be able to walk After two or three steps that ho might just fall Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin bad ha Kisha got did right yeah Fucked the whole Cash Money click all in one night yeah\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Lights Off Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off) You know what time it is (What) You know what time it is (What) Strap -Up (Gun Cocks) [Verse 1] Alot of niggas better move out Cause here I come with my click With the tools out All of a sudden all these cowards Startin to spook out It's warfare a buncha of niggas Bout to lose out It's time to load up them thangs Hit the spot run in his house And make 'em show up then thangs Take 'em in the room go in his pockets And then blow up his brains No matter the weather Rain, snow, sleet, or hail I'mma slangin' that metal So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood To get it together Cause I'm with tola, mario And we down for whatever Never underestimate or you goin under, see Y'all can keep playin with Lil Wayne But that lil' boy trouble And plus dis shorty be full, wodie Be scorin bundles, then start wildin' Hit the block and let his toys rumble And it go ratter-tatter Ya be suprised how niggas scatter When the M-1 shatter And everybody on the block They get bout' ten in they bladder [Chorus] Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet [Verse 2] Look, look When it's time to ride It ain't no time to play It could be time to die At any time of the day And i'll be godammit If I let a nigga steel me It will not happen Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em And got my Glocks rammin' Leave a nigga spot damaged That's how the beat made us I chief three blunts So I can get a head rush Then come around the corner And your whole day crush I'm sick and tired Niggas choose to test the water They get hit and die Some of 'em scared of man slaughter So they stay inside And watch they partners get lit up And then they ask why? That's cause you played wit' me They could'nt of known im'a guerilla Drama stayed with me Ran in his home went to kill him Took his head with me You better get it right or keep it right Or lose your whole town Tell em' lights off It's about to go down [Chorus] Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet [Verse 3] Massacre all these streets; block it off Lil Wayne is in yo hood With something like a rocket dog And I'm after ya I don't pass beef I stop at all That boy got a head on his shoulders I knock it off I'm highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka Somebody call the doctor Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka Nigga out the way man I'm sorry but us guerillas we can't stay tamed, say it man Are you ready, ready Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juve, and BGeezy they all there We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear Give the guns to the one with the long hair Dem block burner It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy (Breathes)they breathe heavlily Bullets they come steadily You better stay off the block Cause you might fall You better stay off the block Cause the lights off [Chorus] Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your life's gone We done left the block quiet [Outro] Lights off Tell em' lights off La, la, la lights off Nigga lights off We done left the block quiet\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Loud Pipes Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] I put piss stains on private planes, cause it's my jet nigga Money ain't shit cause my Rottweilers drink Moët Diamond baguette bracelets for my lovers Player, 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 slanging pickle Who got a Benz, a Prowler, playboy, and a 'Vette Tell the truth -- who fucked you on the same night when we met? He fucked that ho Now look here, y'all ain't seen my watch, it's like 'Harlem World' video White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I don't know Shorty, when the next time I'mma be up in your bed I love you? [Chorus: Juvenile] Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life [Verse 2: Baby] I told 'Soul' I need something With some hell of a ice Nigga came back with a hell of a price That ain't nothing, these hoes doing hella wrong Calling these niggas on our cell phone Bitch riding Benz on 20-inch chrome Give me the key, the car, ho, and the alarm For my Prowler, my Jag, my Benz and my home Bitch you'll never ride 20-inch chrome I love to shine, that's why the chopper's mine Hit my block in my Benz, ho, with stretch tires Bought a new car that I couldn't drive Bought it to tunes before a nigga could drive When I put the Bose system right behind my eyes With the VC's and TV's so a nigga could shine Let my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5 And tell all my hoes they don't need no job [Chorus: Juvenile] Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life [Verse 3: B. G. ] 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 stunter, I'm a repper, Geezy like to shine Drink Don, Moët, and Crissy, see that's the finest wine 20 inches is the only thing I sit my shit on Don't bring yo bitch around me cause my dick she'll wanna sit on And I ain't gonna tell her nothing different, that's your issue But after she come back, your best out is not to kiss her Whole city sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring Look at B. G.  watch, that bitch bling-a-ling-a-ling I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will never See me sporting nothing that ain't 20 G's or better Me and Wayne take the left, Juve and Baby take the right It's dark in the room, we hold up our watches and it's light Cash Money Millionaires living a hell of a life Like my nigga Weezy said, we surrounded by ice [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Whoa, whoa, whoa Now I'm shinin' beamin' glossin', Big Tymin' stuntin' and flossin' Lamborghini sitting 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 smelling like dime sacks and cognac I leave in the Hummer, hour later I'm flying back Whoosh, private jet's about to land The women fall out when I let them touch my hand I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van TVs all over with chrome 20-inch fans, damn Goddamn, man, I am, L-I-L, Weezy, off the heezy But still in awe, ice floodin' on my watch And in my grill and all, Porsche Box', front blocks Skrrt! Peeling off, me and Slim in the Rover Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soldier [Chorus: Juvenile] Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Not Like Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Paparue] Original roughnecks, hear {laughing} Check! [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Look, it's little rhymecholy Legendary like Bob Marley 17 ward superstar, feel me I tell ya shorty, million dollar nigga Don't test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga Got my click behind me. [Verse 2: Mannie Fresh] Eeh, what, what What, you think I'm scared?, cause of tha threats that you sendin' me? Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done But look, everytime I bump into to ya, you all about fun What made you bring a knife to a gun fight. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low We use ta split chicken. ride ta Texas and back I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac Shakin' like a pair of hot dice Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcements, and police Niggas turn like fake gold. sell they soul Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold! 9-karat 44's, and Calicos Keep a clean nose And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes [Verse 3: Baby & B. G. ] Nigga outta line, get smoked I don't kidd, or joke Fuckin' with my B. G. , off top I'm goin' broke I don't play with these niggas I get. Baby live But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tats Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back You don't want funk with me.\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Remember Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne & B. G. ] Say Weezy (Whats Hannin?) had ta steal, hustle, and jack Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga I love my momma But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems I lay back in tha cut These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here The lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm lookin' for a win-dow I can't see it, I don' dropped my pile on tha floor They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders *gun cocks* Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off) Well, picture this, I gotta call from this ole' nigga Beatrice He said he got that work, and needed me to make it happen (Make it happen) Well Nigga, shit you hold it down when something shakin, daddy (What?) had ta steal, hustle, and jack Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga Blunt in his mouth, would stayed masked up in the drought Run in your house, \"Lay down! And Right now I'm doin' bad So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag I'm street-livin'. week for week No-sleep livin' Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin' My heat sizzlin' I'm ready to sweep these niggas Geezy. had ta steal, hustle, and jack Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga Remember he? had ta steal, hustle, and jack Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga (You were a lil' donkey) Holly Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh)\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Respect Us Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] When I come through bustin' Everybody on the block be runnin' Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thuggin' Got them things, ten a key, hustlin' Catch me at tha shop, I will. Lil' Wayne, man I represent CMB My sell is ten a key I usually get in beef Was taught that it's him or me I pop at bustas quick I rock half of a brick I chop that, Dominic's My shop here by the vic's I always. [Chorus: Juvenile] Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Listen, listen I give it to 'em how they ask me Raw and nasty Tha AK, I pack it Believe I'm 'bout that action Slash a busta like a fraction I'm on that yolla Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks Now it's time for your momma to order a dozen of T-shirts For only half-a brick I'll blast tha fifth And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what But it's about to get ugly Ya'll betta call people up I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts Wayne 'bout to (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya'll betta duck When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it Man, I'm thuggin' 'til the day I-I die, cousin Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in (Whoop!) [Chorus: Juvenile] Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Nigga, let it be known I'll come blow up your home Take a few blunts to tha dome And. danger Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya Burnin' off that Hennesy Some-a ya'll be feminine Bounce in with a twitch Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch God damn. price, man And if a boy play, I ride. [Chorus: Juvenile] Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up Hot Boys wodie, respect us Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords It's warfare, you betta, vest up But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up [Outro: Juvenile] Uh, uh, uh Say Lil' Weezy You did this one here, ya heard me They ain't gon' never get well from this one It's like they said, boy In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne It's your throne, man, run that thang 17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown Do that there Huh, huh, huh, huh\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Tha Block is Hot Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand We be steamin', blazin', nines, pumps and K's and Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in (what, what, what) Niggas bustin' heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what) Rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggas, twenty-four seven hustlers (Ughhh) Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward No respect for no slut, and no money without power We keepin' niggas hotter, ughhh, nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and \"blocka\" at every hour Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up what they drain Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh) From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?) [Chorus: Juvenile, (B. G. ) & Lil' Wayne] Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well bust somethin, nigga) Are you duckin' that law? [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] See where I'm from we keep our guns out Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out And they got quarters, halfs and birds in that one house (I got it, I got it) It's all good in the hood hustlin' like it's legal Soon as you get it, hot (skrrt!) there go them people Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Ms.  Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch This everyday, at the spot where niggas murder off top, boy It's the spot where they got fire girls and hot boys We don't know what be goin' 'cause we so blunted from trees And we'll be round ya all day 'til we \"400 Degreez\" And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure (*beep beep*) your door is locked 'Cause this ain't nothin' proper, 'cause Tha Block issss hot [Chorus: Juvenile, (B. G. ) & Lil' Wayne] Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well bust somethin, nigga) Are you duckin' that law? [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like We done shot out all the street lights, so you can't see who we be like And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents And ever since the coke drought, niggas been on a trip y'all So you better watch what y'all playin' with cause a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug It's street smarts, plenty niggas that keep spots When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts Callin' weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam Tie em up, put em in the vans then put a gat in his jaws One move blow his cactuses off [Chorus: Juvenile, (B. G. ) & Lil' Wayne] Nigga, you got that yayo? Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot Nigga ch-shhhhh, cook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot Say look daddy, just hook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot Nigga WHOOT!\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Up To Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Just lost my father last year But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills I drop tears, can't believe my daddy's gone Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone? But I'm comin man Just wait at the gates, I'mma be runnin man Arms open, eyes wide, full of love You watched me come up from a scrub Now ya see ya son ridin every day on dubs But I wish, I could share them times wit' you It got me pissed, this family and my momma, too But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne And Cita; Ms.  Rose, Sheryl, Kevin, and plus Senitra Dawg, we really miss ya And it ain't all that cool livin off pictures Ah man, visit while I'm sleep, write a note or call me Can't believe you left me to be a small man But I know it wasn't meant to be That's why I suck up all the game that you sent to me [Verse 2] Alright I know it, see I got a child I know I'm young, but when you left dawg, thangs got wild I know you probably sayin 'damn, you raisin children now?' But it's all gravy I'm with Baby makin millions now So I still smile I'm takin care ya wife brah Ain't nothin changed, if I still come home late at night she fuss But it's still the ol' same ol', same ol' Thangs go, up and down like rainbows, we maintain though So you know who payin the bills now, ah hah Still flossin, give my audience the chills, ah hah I got all my game from you, nigga I ain't gon' lie But I'm still thuggin nigga, playa you think I ain't gon' ride? But Slim and B done slowed me done and brought the talent out me Yeah Slim and B done showed me 'round, Hummers and Jags around me And I ain't goin' no where, that nigga stuck wit' me And make you and my people happy, man it's up to me [Verse 3] I know you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind I know ya see me everytime, watchin yo' lil boy shine And I know that ya see I put out my own CD And picture this, your little boy even on TV But I swear it's off the heezy, Weezy Say it's cool, you can believe me, I like how they treat me I'm doin' what ya say, don't let a nigga try me And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby Oh yeah, and I don't leave my room sloppy But the same thang make ya laugh, make ya cry And everybody that ya love it's like they have to die I pray to the Lord everyday and ask him why And ask him to bless your soul everytime I pass by I know he doin' it, and leavin all the love to me And I'mma prove it, and show ya daddy, it's up to me [Outro: Lil Wayne & Turk] Look, Rabbit. nigga love you bruh I mean it's up to me man Just watch over me And it's gon' be all gravy man Slim and B, treat me all good Everythang else be all good (Alright dog) Love you dog. Rest in peace ya heard me I'll be there, in the future ([Turk] Outro) Handle your business big dog.\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Watcha Wanna Do Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] I'm shootin', flee Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me Comin' through and I'm strapped. Now, I'm ridin', ride With a K on my side 50 shots flyin', fly Nigga, you want beef with I? But cha still in it, nigga Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty, nigga Lil' Wayne representin' I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs I tear up dreads, take out braids, now go figure What? I'm from tha 17th, I back down from no nigga Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas Man. Guerrilla, you can play if you want Find yourself in tha back-a my trunk Ho, feminine punk! If you can't hang, find your way from 'round me Lil' soldier in all black off-a A. N. E Apple N' Eagle, my nigga, so ain't no play in me Yeah, I may be. a lil' small and all that But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that Now freeze! Me and my g's hitch your hood like fleas Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's Please, tell me that you was fulla weed When you said you want beef Cause I don't think nonna ya'll famileez wan' see ya'll bleed I know what tha hell it be Ya'll niggas don't listen up when we speak I be ten-deep Lettin' 223's chop trees Rabbit told me not to be weak, and let a nigga play me So he. who take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B. G Open niggas like ki's G. . with a big ole gun In front your house, shootin', (baahhh!!!).\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/You Want War Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Head bustin', black fatigues So blunted, 400 degreez, it's Weezy Nigga, respect it When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin' Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha Disconnect a boy like a damn change number (Uhhh), hang up and try again I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme About'chu, cause we don't play around Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground Take tha ground that you walk on Tap tha phones that you talk on Jam ya up and take your arms off I hit you twice with tha sawed-off And your neck, and just watch your head fall off. fall off You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what) I bust tha street-sweeper until tha damn drum bust (what) I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) Numb-nut I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what I'm standin' there like I don't mind Run through your clique like a weak defensive line Yall ain't ready. [Verse 2: Turk] You want war, nigga, let's beef. beef We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets. streets I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat What ya. I'm tha one from tha T. C Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G) On fire, nigga, labeled as a HB And if I can't kill you. killin' your family (family) Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V) Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB And I know you all know about Slim and B We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G And Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key. [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Aw, aw, aw, look Call me Big Baller, Big Tymer, Big Pockets Call me Big Stunna, Big Stick, or Big Body Call me that lil nigga with the rope full of diamonds Call me the number one Hot Boy on fire Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'mma holler With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'mma chop him Ch-uh. chop him Put tha flame to him All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings But since I usually. of tha sparkle in my necklace Yall ain't ready.\n",
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      "Tha Block Is Hot/Young Playa Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Lil Wayne] He he hee I'm a young playa nigga, (what) I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what) Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga Respect the game Cuz I got the game [Lil Wayne] Y'all know who I is Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz See me front in back with the wood all around Plus I got that (boom boom) surround sound Don't hate on me boy if you do (pow) get down Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground But on the other hand, I'ma key runner man I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man We stuntas man I might stumble across a grand and give it to your wifey And watch how she (*slurp*) on my pipey like a Icee I might be in a Range that night I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite That ain't nothing I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming [Baby] Slow yo roll lil one You in glady's bar And Ms.  Pat and gray head over there They In the back card gambling At the bar dranking But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one [Verse 2] Broads I use 'em Hatas I bluse 'em My whole front grill is full of confusion Got dammit Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded) The top was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished I got it like that Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches \"Million Dollar Man\" baby Ted DiBiase Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier Sammy, Mario, tody Tez, that's my posse And what You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck Tell yo girl hello I done did her, what you muggin me for Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do' [Mannie Fresh] Now looky here, young blood Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass Now keep doing what you doing Go head [Verse 3] Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol Cough cough cough up Got a cat eye Benz on Brabus They call us Uptown shiners Original Hot Boy$ baby, Big Tymers I spit game Get in they head, they be like, \"Quit Wayne!\" Half hour later, I'm in they split man Hehehehe it be kicks man Let me get real I'll kill on the battlefield Steal for the scrill I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill I'm a little peepsqueal But I'm a ape in that jungle And if you get it twisted Nigga, I'm taking yo lover I mean I'm raping yo lover Leave her taste in my rubber I'm a playa nigga, I'm a playa\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Aint That A Bitch Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch! And this here is the Carter yo! This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! [Verse 1] Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear Gonna speak in every single street this year My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year Wizzle F Baby, y'all niggas can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. , junior I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand And in the streets I'm a money man And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men A hundred proof in my other hand If ever fall spring back like a rubber band know what I'm sayin [Hook] Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch The cops is watchin streets are talkin Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch [Verse 2] Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand And these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hip But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up! And I dont affiliate with niggas I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga How many more do ya love nigga Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece Ask ya reverend 'bout me, I'm the Young God Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy! [Verse 3] I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we Got niggas in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy Wanna be me and don't even understand me Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincible And advance a little due to the pine My niggas call me Little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind And I let you do the time I do the crime When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line Nigga thats S. Q.  and we fine nigga thats S. Q.  and we firrin Nigga! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti.\n",
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      "Tha Carter/BM Jr Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Spoken Word: Birdman] Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha nigga We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes Loadin' up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full I'm full blooded with this grind Yeah they don't understand lil nigga [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Murder capital only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And niggas know I go hard to the fullest Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin' And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em Knock his top to his bottom jack Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man I backwards hand your man on command In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in five states Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par What the fuck they play it in the club for Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggas pussy and jive Not even in a eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I The A and the K will make your face crook to the side Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high And when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills My speeches can kill, rest in peace [Spoken Word: Birdman] Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It's all about one thing nigga If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us If you ain't bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga And whatever you bout, we bout it However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, nigga All runners, bitch, you underdig? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] You sleep in the field for trying the dude I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you I lie his body in grease, set fire to em I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What! And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days Birdman talk to em [Spoken Word: Birdman] Yeah nigga, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty If it ain't bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg I'm underground, call me groundhog Lay down laws, call the ground law Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J. R I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga Flip your vehicle, split your windshield Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed The Sig peel bandanas like bananas Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana That's the new plan\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Bring It Back Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs, people without jobs Middle class, upper class, high class, all that Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people, and twerkers I presents to you Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh, fre, fre, fresh DJ Mannie Fresh, fresh, fre, fresh Mannie Fresh, fre, fresh DJ Mannie Fre, fre, fresh, young ladies [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Well, I'm fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna Yeah, high as a 757 going to heaven Who, Weezy F, ya reverend, preach about me I'm the god, 1-7, Apple and E I'm the Cash Money Makaveli, y'all ain't ready Quick, fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty '82, I was born ready, I'm too ready Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti Seats ragout, twenty the shoe Boo, me and you got plenty to do I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water water In the Beamer, eight hundred forty, mama, shake something for me And it don't make sense if it don't make that money I'mma take that money, I'm straight Cash Money [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] [Post-Hook x3: Lil Wayne] Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I take off my brim Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim Fronting 'round here will get ya back chopped off We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all I say, black white walls with the back swiped off Y'all lil bustas just a tax write-off I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines If ya can't, boy, read my nine I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time Either I'm the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it I be easy, fall back and be cool with it Pallbearer is moving his dead flow, I'm through with it I'm the sh--naw, naw, I'm sewer-rich Weezy F Baby, I do's this [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] An old school gangsta, mack like the 80s I look like Cita and act like Baby You play with me, I react like the navy Or better yet the army, you gon' need them for me Yeah, and your head is a bleeping target You don't want me to see you with my peeping Tommys Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets A country boy in something foreign 'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle Still Lil Wayne, but the dividend's not little Don't be surprised how the crown fit him Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young Pac footprints [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] [Outro x2: Lil Wayne] The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Cash Money Millionaires Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front One cookin the crack, one rollin da blunt You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad If you lookin' fa that holla at cha boy I'm a m-m-mack mack a p-p-pimp I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp I pull up clean I get out limp I walk like (?) I talk like bi, bitch get chere Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer And they love the way I come out wit the gear This jacket these shoes don't come out this year So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year If you leave her out there then she comin out here And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire Yeah! [Hook x2] Who you think you fuckin wit (Bitch!) 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 serious bout this pimpin shit [I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire. [Verse 2] I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I Give it to my ho she gon bring back mo' Not a. . minute go she ain't gettin that loot And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin at you I like em sexy high yellow if you fit in that shoe Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe Take a hit of that fruit, get high with Wayne Fly with Birdman Jr. , wave hi to planes Say bye to lanes don't buy they game If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass If you play wit my money I'm a lynch ya ass I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch Oh! Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich If gettin moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch And that ain't fair but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionare Yeah! [Verse 3] I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus Got ladies fa days, got women fa months Leave ya girl at home I made 21 Got that thing on chrome blade 21 Got them thangs inside make me empty one Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like Whats good mami come make a cloud yo pillow, come fly wit me My diamonds sing, my weed is rap Call me Weezy Da King or call me Weezy Da Crack If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back Matter fact it neva died so I take that back If ya shoes too small shawty take that back Cause you gon 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 Yeah! Whats really good moma. Its ya boy W. a. e. z. y. F.  Baby So high in the sky I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know!\n",
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      "Tha Carter/DJ Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Back again, DJ Mannie Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh Yeah, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh Fre-re-re-re-Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh [Interlude: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Step up to the mic, dude, do what you do, ya heard? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from under the Tommy busting a Tommy You come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya arm hit Pow! One to the head, now you know he dead Now, you know I play it like a pro in the game Naw, better yet, a veteran, a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ay, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh, for all this flame Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain 'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane That ain't even my motherfuckin' aim, I gets dough, boy And you already know that pimpin' 18, how I'm living? Young'n, show that Bentley Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh! [Verse 2] And I move like the coupe through traffic Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent Your bitch present with the music blastin' And she keep askin', \"How it shoot if it's plastic?\" I tell her, \"You'll see if your boy run up\" She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, uh, fo' sho' Ay, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin' Young Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talkin' (shut up) And I ain't just begun I been runnin' my city like Diddy, you chump I fly by you in a foreign whip On the throttle, with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits Her hair is long as shit, to her thong and shit Well, here we go, so hold on to this [Interlude] Now let's go Hold on, let me hit the blunt again So, go Y'all say it with me this time This is the, this is the, this is the This is the, this is the, this is the This is Tha Carter, oh [Verse 3] Birdman, put them niggas in the trash can Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trash man I'm steady lighting up the hash, and, riding in my Jag You will need a gas mask, man You snakes, stop hiding in the grass Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blade's in your ass You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bona fide hustler Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother Niggas wanna eat, 'cause they ain't ate nothin' But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones In your residence with Rugers to your dome Like, \"Where the fuck you holding the coke?\" Holding your throat, choke\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Earthquake Shine Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10 Now she wanna get inside of me 66 She see my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan She say she love her man, she misses him But nobody do it better than her distance dick, me I'm her long distance pimp When I land my bitches want for me on the strip, yup And I don't lie I confess I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress Gotta dress to impress though Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex 4 She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death It's the Birdman Jr. , sincerely yours When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores (Chorus) [Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne] I (Yeah, yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F.  Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ay, now why you wanna go and do that? Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no Cause I'm way more fly, yeah Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope And not a day go by us We don't get higher than the telephone wires Cut your telephone off, we ridin' Where phones don't roam, they don't even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creeping with the king of the throne You sleeping in a tee and a thong With your hair in a pony I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning, yeah But I can't be there all morning I'm a pimp baby, yeah I'm going, going, going, gone [Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne] I (Yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F.  Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you? [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, uh, I'm sorry, I was grooving Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music But let's get back to what we was doing Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewing's That's 33 [?] tires, he fire These trees ain't papaya, mind ya Gotta keep heat on your side, [?] So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one Wait, naw hun, cause you ain't exempt If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip, yeah But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip And you walk kinda mean, how you strut with a dip And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips But I can't fall for you cause I stick to the script, yeah I said I stick to my grip I stick to my money, that's life to me Sorry honey Jazze [Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne] I (Yeah) I'm way more fly than you (That's right) I'll take your dime from you (That's right) Now she wanna spend all night with me (She wanna wake up to Weezy F.  Baby) Let me be the one that you throw it to (Throw it back ma Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you (So how 'bout you? You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to speak sports, baby Cause I got game, sweetheart Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey What you want me to put on the back?\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Get Down Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Weezy What up pop. Hey nigga we done built this shit from the ground up now homie Believe that daddy. [Chorus] And that's the only way we get down (We get down) Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) And everything we got we bought (We bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea) And that's the only way we get down (We get down) And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) And everything we got we bought (We bought) And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!) [Verse 1] I down down a brother we ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft Bullets separate ya body compound a busta I'mma find ya if ya hidin' I'm a bounty hunter In ya home puttin' dick all down ya woman You come home we in the bedroom countin' money I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothin' I say Birdman Birdman what's good today We ain't never let them niggas take our food away And we recognize real and got a rude awakenin' And woke up together and our life was better I'm the Cash Money son I never like fa cheddar Not a rat though hat low Nike is leather Lil maw twist to get my life together Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we night together Cut! [Verse 2] Throw my weight like Sherman Klump I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump I bring the pump when it's time to punk Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up! I come in that new thing she threw up Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up Business mug gotta get my loot up Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up One by one I push 'em down Fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground I'm straight from a crooked town Like that bitch! [Verse 3] I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game I dead any mane if he said any thing but it's cool as long as nigga paid when he came And I'm a fool wit the flame and the 'caine Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yea Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain On the chest where the four made a mess, yes I'm still here in the flesh 21 year old legend I'mma live way after my death I sacrifice whateva that's left I give ya'll the last of my breath like. (exhales) Write it down take a picture record a copy Press pause only way you stop me fucker I'mma get mine and make you not me Spit wine at ya face if you watch me bitch! [Outro] And that's the only way we gettin down nigga Cash Money CMB man You already know we here neva left fuck 'em See me if you got a problem boy I'm at home all day man. It's not a game Stunna, what's really good wit 'em we ain't neva let 'em take our food away Fresh you nasty on this on dawg.\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Hoes Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, hoes Let's go! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] You gotta talk like a pimp What's good mama, you knew better You'd do better, who better Than that nigga with the crisp white tee Icy white sneaks, jeans to a fitta You do better gettin yo ass off up in that coupe bitch Sit yo ass on that new leather and regroup bitch It's only me you bitch, on our way to tha stoop I'm the Birdman Jr. , you ain't know And don't gimme that silly bullshit about you ain't, ho I move you to my city, put yo ass in UNO I have you looking pretty hit the ave.  now get tha dough That Gucci gon fit cha like you posed to be in pictures I got computer love baby Wayne a change ya image You need Weezy, them other boys just gimmicks Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, Is ya wit it? Yea, I ain't even tryin ta hit it I'mma get it when it's time ta get it Let's talk about [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes I don't love 'em Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes Motherfuck 'em [Break: Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella [Verse 2: Mannie Fresh] I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli Number five combo meals and splashin' KY jelly I have old school shorty, still drink a forty Grab the mic, start a fight, and fuck up the whole party Baby you should leave, adjust yo weave That's velcro, hell no, bitch go wit Steve I got this lead singer bitch from a popular group I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe Got this super ho Shawna, smell like marijuana How she dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers Got pretty girl Patrice found out I'm fuckin her niece She tried to stab me, so I grabbed her and we called the police Mister Officer, the bitch done lost it bruh She goin to jail, oh well, I be fuckin her See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on they chin Will we go video, well nigga, that depends [Chorus; Lil Wayne] Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes I don't love 'em Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes Motherfuck 'em [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I got old school bitches and new school hoes Female basketball players with cornrolls And I don't like short-haired girls, no not really If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil Kim But I still take hood rats and work with them Put yo ass in a jag and I drop ya quick Give ya ass a lil game, if ya smirk ya in I'm a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink And I don't think twice or blink cause I'm focused Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar Bear, yea, let down my hair Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire Rose gold in her face get her red as glare My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear I am lookin for a freak, mama take me there, yea [Chorus; Lil Wayne] Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes I don't love 'em Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes Motherfuck 'em Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes I don't love 'em Hoes, let's just talk about hoes Can we talk about hoes, these hoes Motherfuck 'em\n",
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      "Tha Carter/I Miss My Dawgs Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] And man I miss the times We would shine, you would keep on your side You would teach me how to ride And you would teach me how to pride Then we get on the line and go over our lines We were in the same position And that's when you changed position, shit I never changed and I miss ya, and it's strange But I never forget ya Though that ain't you with them bitches homie And I know that ain't you wit that dissin on me, that's why I Never replied and never will, just let em live phony If ya ever died, I swear to God, I got yo kids homie What's mine is theirs, I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yeah Cash Money still the shit homie, shit, homie! What's really real is you feelin me nigga That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word to giggity nigga And I ain't got time to speak the history I miss you and I know you missin me, Gizzle, but [Hook: Reel] Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin [Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again] Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And I remember when you came to the clique I had already made my name in the clique But you got famous and shit I got my soulja rag and dangled my shit I was honored just to hang wit you, shit And I banged to the boogie-bang-bang with ya clique And I ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me, shit But I rose to my feet, played the post with the heat At them shows while you performed and posed I was waitin for a nigga to jump, see I was patient But was ready to dump, cuz you my brother, chump Real Gs never buckle up But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real And that's real and I would never turn my back Or turn ya down, even if you turned around, muthafucka But history is history I miss you and I know you missin me, Juvie, but [Hook: Reel] Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt My main muthafuckin man Turk (oh!) My other, 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 left? Tell us not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia While I watched you reunite wit yo souljas And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the Stunna Yeah, those were the times my brother Now I recognize real and I eye my brother Yeah, nigga, Semaj my brother, the Sqad's my brother The niggas you left behind is my brothers! [Hook: Reel] Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Inside Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] I came back around, I came back around, I came back around Tha Carter, motherfucker It's Tha Carter, man Right now we still in the kitchen, man You checking out them bitches' booties, right? I know Yeah, but let's move on, man, I got plenty more house to show you, man Plenty more Carter to give you You know? Let's go, man [Verse] Now let me show you upstairs Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there Look down and you see your reflection You ain't gotta know who down here You just know you protected Ay mane, how I don't know you connected? Here's a little morphine, let me see you inject it That's right, little wodie respect this Understand me or get cha mammy a deathwish Part I, Part II, Part III All the parts of Godfather, all a part of me If you look to the wall you see A few gagged up, tied up, scared pricks Got 'em facing the wall like they was on Blair Witch I ain't Jason at all but it get scary 'bout my chips (yeah) And in here is where I keep the bricks Acknowledge Lil Marley in the hallway He got the clips Don't shoot 'em, Marley [Outro] Yeah, that's my little dude Marley, man He hold me down, you know what I'm talking about? I'll show you the rest of the house later, man You wait right here, I'll be back Carter, Carter, Carter\n",
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      "Tha Carter/On My Own Lyrics Summary\n",
      "This is what they call me [Verse 1] Eagle, Eagle Carter man In a '96 Regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundromat Got to wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I got to do something I done blown my last Dollar holler at your boy on the ave In that Jeep pidico is what I'm known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say Holly-holly grove won't you go and stand up And make these motherfuckers understand I say: \"Look coach they pitching at me under hand\" But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and They say they want the drugs to stop But I'm a major set back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot I'm trying to get back door I demand it now Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down 'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down Yeah it's Weezy F.  Baby and his crown, the prince [Hook - Reel] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on [Verse 2] And the hand gun is so included Don't get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya ho I don't want your contusions I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance It's money over bitches that I am going to keep proving It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin' Out of all the Hot Boyz she say I'm the coolest I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm trying to seduce it I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid One shot to remind you who is That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle I'm off chronic combined with liquor But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger A 80's-baby a fighting nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick See me over the viking stove I'm whitening bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff I do this you catching my drift Representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince [Hook] [Verse 3] So roll the carpet out cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South See you either in or you out and if you out stay in cause them warriors out Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out No nigga I never call your house I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name naw better yet point him out Hey, me and the streets got a joint account I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out Few roaches but never had no rats in this house Never tell on one another leave that in the house Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out I ever run into some trouble send them savages out These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out I got graveyard fliers man I'm passing them out Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince\n",
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      "Tha Carter/On The Block 1 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Yall know me it is shorty moutha fuck**g g riding with a half a brick stapt to your neice cause you know i punch you in your nose and split your back yall ni**as are wack and i toate fat sacks and slim dimes you just wine this is my flow so get up off my nuts like luda said yall mack with no nust and i murded it so put it in the trash\n",
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      "Tha Carter/On The Block 2 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Woman: Wassup shorty you still hangin round this bitch huh? Dude: Man i told you i gotta do me shorty, say, wassup wit all dem people round there? Woman: Man i told you them niggas was wiggin off dem pills round here Dude: Who dat? Woman: Man they left old boy leakin last night Dude: What boy was this? Woman: Man you know that bitch used to be swingin round tha block in all them whips, bitch thinkin he stunna and shit Dude: Man ain't that cold? what you bout to get into? Woman: Man i'm gonna listen to tha carter ii f**k this bullshit\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Only Way Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Birdman] Ay Wayne I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right Ya feel me These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga But you know what fuck a nigga We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full [Hook: Birdman] The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The only way we live it only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The way we live it is the only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga [Verse 1] Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision On and I'm gone get fed up one day Put lead up in the K Come and hit up where ya stay so Baby momma betta get up out the way Cause the bullet got no heart And the trigger man crazy Little man if a bigger man jumps through Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches I'm a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the hinges Yes weezy baby flow off the hinges So off the tempo no pad or pencil Well let me go back to what men do Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch [Hook: Birdman] The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The only way we live it only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The way we live it is the only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga [Verse 2] Weezy F.  Baby hand cocked Demand my cheese Fuck you pay me And I can't stop Please, what you crazy? Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus Got my hand on a fortune Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk And tell the cops I murder the infoer Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow Niggas wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga! It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr And he ain't got to, his son'll shoot ya, blow! [Hook: Birdman] The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The only way we live it only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The way we live it is the only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga [Verse 3] Homeboy you gotta know that avenue To get off a bag or two or you just passin through True true, and we just passed the truth Passin through the streets of the murder capital Where you think ya own brothers after you So you ain't got no other brother after you Dont let the boys in blue capture you Cause they got pictures of me at it too It's all fucked up Bossman Weezy get y'all touched up Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something Its cash money all or nothing Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday The congregation know I come with nothing But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing And the choir know I come with money And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch [Hook: Birdman] The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The only way we live it only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga The way we live it is the only way we know to live it On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Snitch Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no [Verse 1] Ain't no snitches ridin wit us Ol mo the mouth niggas could holla the front Can't no loose slips get on my yacht I leave player haters at the dock, watch And your nigga help ya burn the block As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop Ya settin up federal appointments now Nigga all in court pointing out Daddy not knowing what he doin his child We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea Just to show him what we's about Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea You inside can't leave ya house Two donut lovers to police ya house I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up [Hook] Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no [Verse 2] Weezy, nigga, been 'bout me Stay low so you don't know shit bout me Make no mistake I'm a veteran at Me never rat mommy taught me better than that Get a gat if you ain't got one already If you do then you ain't got enough get two And you could never get me nigga get you And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you I'm rollin wit my goons And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune Ain't no girl came out of mom's womb Real nigga shit mothafucka I'm Tune And I was taught If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present A man don't listen They throwin brick but they hands is missin Just watch what you sayin sissy [Hook] Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no [Verse 3] Ain't no telling who spillin the earl You telling yo boy he tellin his girl O, Now she telling the world It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha But I don't neither cop shit neither Either close yo mouth or meet the heater We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper You go up north nigga's boost they fee up This where the real hustlers meet up Look out anybody can be them people Yo own people could be them people No glasses can help you see them people They around too many evil people Detectives wanna get even equal My desert eagle ain't even legal, but sssshhhhhhhh [Hook] Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no [Outro] Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you Leave them niggas be let them stay from you These niggas mouth's is runnin like hot water, I swear to God Real niggas takin falls like Niagara Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen These niggas is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name It ain't a game - it used to be one Its like these niggas got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist Use when yo bitch get a pap smear That's pussy anyway Weezy\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Tha Heat Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Lil Wayne talking] Fuck with me, you know what it is [Hook] 2x I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse One] Dressed in all black and my gun the same color Murder my enemy love thy brother And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin stomach You niggas better take side with young money, Cash Money You'll get left in your ride crash dummy I'll be around when the times get ugly When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running The magazine empty and the nine stop busting I bang my fist till my palms get bloody Cuz I'm a monsta man I'm gonna find you and my AP nine don't jam I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands I'ma die with this blazer right in these hands [Hook] 2x I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 2] Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am So ready for whateva that awaits me Run up in your place while you're sleepin, awake thee Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees I am takin names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve? I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin Feet by the engine, head by the transmission And I be right where I am mista Me and my damn pistol Me and my girlfriend In this world alone, so bring it on And imma have to sing you this song nigga [Hook] 2x I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 3] I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo Shhh the silence will speak to you Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe Like Bang! Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left Life is short enjoy what eva's left Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty Three feet from my waist Three inches from your face Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate I'll pop till your shit separate like eewww! [Hook] 2x I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year\n",
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      "Tha Carter/This Is The Carter Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] Okay, um, finally perfect, you know? [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Holla at a player, I'm sorta like BD Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the coupe, mami pop her, too Don't chase the feeling, baby girl, let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl, now she comfortable I'm a world-class G, mami, fuck with dude I got La-Z-Boy bank: that's comfort loot I'm a offensive coordinator: run and shoot You watch your grill, what you ought to do 'Fore your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving, dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter, dude What up, Reel? [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) ), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Come on) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Lean, I'm flyer than a motherfucking pelican right now) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Don't get this shit twisted, motherfucker) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'm the Birdman, Birdman Jr. , bitch I be high in the sky, shit on you and your bitch I be flyer than your guy, you need to lose the prick Now if you follow everything, just grab a wing and we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar, picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls, then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong, I ain't right at all I Young Money a car, I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own clique I would say \"fuck you,\" but go and get your own dick Get your game up, boy, hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get your game up, boy, hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yeah! [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) ), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Colder than the motherfucking North Pole, nigga) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (And I'm slicker than the shit I told your bitch last night) [Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet, Baby, run it over) Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (That's private) Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!)\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Walk In Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Yeah yeah yeah It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around It's the Carter motherfucker Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter I'ma show y'all the ins the outs, the ups the down, know what I'm talking 'bout This is me, fourth solo album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the street like bang, bang, bang bang, welcome [Verse] Welcome, this is the Carter y'all welcome Hard as Malcolm, dark as The Falcon, Lord help him But y'all felt him, and that make you a part of me and pardon me If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughta be Doing, recording me, I'm just acting accordingly, I give orders To the commander in chief, just the commander in me Handling streets in the Mandarin V I hear you haters slandering me, I just hand 'em to P Any drama, I pace it like Indiana I take your grandma pacemaker and just hand her the piece Not two fingers I simultaneously pop two bangers You do not want angus, USDA prime beef, you're dead meat I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up Got Mannie hot with me cuz I always beat his beat up Y'all cats wit y'all feet up starting to look like V'd up I'm G'd up on the re-up up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin about no speakers What's leaking up out of your speakers is the speech of Weezy F.  Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on, (let's go) Front door, living room young nigga switching weed What you need? Get you crack, get you weed Make your way to the back, look ahead and see White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it Then he tried to ruin it, but I built this building from the ruts I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker And the feds know just what's in this motherfucker Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker So with that, let's keep it movin' Onto the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin' Uh huh, look at how my bitches do it Bucky buck naked, look at all my bitches booties They handle all my pharmaceutics I got it from Promethazine to Metamucil I'm crucial, don't mean to spook you But, this is New Orleans, so my queens do voodoo, ya know? So the things just move through I feel your pain, I got things to soothe you There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution, fucker [Outro] I came back around, it's the Carter Show you the rest of the house later We gonna go upstairs, ya know You know what this is right The Carter, the Carter, the Carter\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Walk Out Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse] And in here is where the heroin boil And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil That's Embalming fluid, illiterate are you That's ok man I got the medicine for you I got, I got, I got the amphetamine for you Got that vitamin D-R-U-G for your shorty One window to let the dawn in Cuz we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning, yea We dump in and pump out I showed you this window for you to jump out You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin' No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sams or Jakes Around here it's all gravy, ham and steak Mama cookin' that up, here have a plate That's: Mama Carter she's a basket case But I make sure her sandwich and napkins straight You pick wit this picnic and I'm at your face, Fucka! I say I'm at your throat, this was *Tha Carter*, slam the door, GO!\n",
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      "Tha Carter/We Don't Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Baby - talking] Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin' Some niggas palms be sweatin' Some niggas palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm sayin', nigga We built this shit from the ground up Nigga, The Carter, nigga You what I'm sayin' We been around the world gettin' money nigga We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood Every project, nigga We worldwide hustlas, nigga (Belie' that bitch) You what I'm sayin' Lets get them niggas, lets ride shawty [Baby] Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders Five young niggas uptown servants Word, they bird curvin' for servin' Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin Bitch, and we was raised in these war times Jail also made men in these hard times And don't cry I'mma get mines so pray for me I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me So nigga respect my G, respect my grind Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind Nigga respect this heat When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep Whoa, shawty I'mma blow they whole block Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own plot Third ward survivor, uptown madness Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habbit, bitch [Hook] We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon [Lil Wayne] The murder man, picture me lurkin' Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin' And you could hear it when it's hurtin' But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain I took over the circus Cause I'mma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface I walk around, fo' pound and surface To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkel Blood run up out ya earth now you purple Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so Now you headed to the skies above And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up [Hook] We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon [Lil Wayne] Shoot him in his head so he remember Because of that mama I'll be gone 'till November I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em But them niggas on the block don't know the toys come with him Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy Ya open up ya face I'mma open up the semi I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi- Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin' Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin' Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it And even though I be the man with the milli's When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's Beef cranberry on the ceilin' This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon [Hook] We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon [Lil Wayne - talking] Wish a nigga would say something, gotta Standin' right here, guns up boy Weezy F, Birdman Holla back\n",
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      "Tha Carter/Who Wanna Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Somebody call the slick police Capitol W Weezy Baby This is the Carter man Brim low all I can see is the flo' now let's go! Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut! [Verse 1] I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one You do the math it's a horror While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out If you catch me without the burner burn me I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass Smash on ya bitch ass Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye! [Verse 2] Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house I'll sell a brick to a house nigga I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce Lights off young Teddy Pender is out Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown I wasn't born with no silver spoon But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace I was once lost but now I'm found Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye! [Verse 3] I know how to cook so I buy it soft I also sell it soft depending the cost You know thats shells they toss defending they boss They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far Ya'll niggas better gear up for the comin of the boy From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump Baby what have I done I created a monster Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster Hell naw I smell ya'll Didn't know Jam Master well but I rocks with my shells on And the block still a hell zone Get a helmet for you and ya gal's dome I suggest! [Outro] Bang 'em in da head whoa! Bang 'em in da neck whoa! Brim low all I can see is the flo' now let's go Bang 'em in da head whoa! Bang 'em in da face whoa! Brim low all I can see is ya ho now let's go\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Best Rapper Alive Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Thank you, come on, yeah Yeah, come on, you know me man Oh Fee, I got 'em boy Baby, Slim too, alright, Weezy Baby You can't see me, but I see you, and I see you Lord! [Verse 1] Bring the crowd, and I'm loud in living color It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records we could battle for your money I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday Watch a football game and bet it all on one play Still stuntin', baby, yes I'm still flossin' Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a little bulky You look a little salty, have yourself a chilled coffee Chill out, the guns is still out Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy, I got paper to reel in God, I hope they snapping at the end of my rod I hope I'm fishing in the right pond And I hope you catching on to every line — Who am I? The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive Swagger right, check, uh, game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid [Verse 2] The heart of New Orleans, thumping and beating Living and breathing, stealing and feeding Peeling and leaving, killing and grieving Dearly departed, erased, deleted No prints, no plates, no face, no trace Out of sight, out of mind, no court, no case Sell his chain, celebrate, block party, second line Zulu Ball, Essence Fest, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, now he got Family try, tell the feds, tell the cops Smell the rat coming back to the house, to the spot Tap-tap, knock-knock, \"Who is that?\" Triggaman, hoodie man, tell the kids, Boogieman Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal, gunman, blum-blam! Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up Pussy ass niggas, put your nuts up, just call me — [Verse 3] Fuck up with all these rookie MCs? Smell like a bunch of pussy to me Fuck 'em! Yeah, like that, just like that, right back I'm on that money train and that Mac'll knock 'em off track The quarterback, well protected from the Warren Sapp The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat Since everyone's a king, well where the fuck your palace at? I got callous on my hands, I can handle that It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm just joggin' Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath The motherfuckin' best yet — Sorry for cussing (Who?)\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Carter II Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] So you made it this far We upstairs I let you up here You special Marley, don't shoot 'em You know what this is It's still Tha Carter II, people It's still Tha Carter II, people Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter II, people Hey! Yeah [Verse] All I have in this world Is a pistol and a promise A fistful of dollars A list full of problems I address 'em like P. O.  boxes Yeah I'm from New Orleans The Creole cockpit We so out of it Zero tolerance Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet, 'til your socks drip Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the Carter Tell the gardener cut the grass I hear 'em, but they talking under masks Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money honey pie We ain't running, we don't hide Screaming \"Fuck the other side\" Don't get caught on it This the deadliest grinds I put your heart on it And walk on it The chalk's only for the art, homie How they trace ya After I erase ya? Look around We at war And you still in preparation I'm riding for them reparations No patience Slow paper Is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long You got to pace it You got to know that paper If you got it from a caper Got to blow that paper Got to know that Photophobia No Kodak moments Feds walls with my pictures on 'em Naw, I ain't even in the school yearbook I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look Career crook Get your career took I'm back, like a brassiere hook Bitch, cheer Camouflage gear The hunter's here Better play it by ear You ain't nothing but a deer Around here And this here is Tha Carter Serve it while it's hot Out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boy some dipping sauce I want the whole enchilada I got 'em by the collar Watch me drop 'em On the head, at the bottom And you ain't got to shoot 'em 'Cause I already shot 'em And I ain't got to get 'em 'Cause I already got 'em Get 'em\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Feel Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "You should be ashamed of yourself You smell me girl I smell like money See, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thang) To me it was always get money or die I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna You know what I mean I'm Stunna Jr.  thats all I know thats all I ever knew Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying And I feel that way Foreal [Verse 1] So hard I go I keep pushing The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent keep looking I'm present on the block I'm a legend on the block Ice so bright like heaven on the watch Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch So watch and see what I do Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever I got to bring the hood back after Katrina Weezy F Baby, now the 'F' is for FEMA Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia Yea no cure no help So me so good so hard so felt Feel me [Lil' Wayne] And that's just my point right there That's what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you know [Interviewer] So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period? [Lil' Wayne] I mean, I would say the voice of the hood cause thats who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent My homies, my girl, my life you know [Verse 2] C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo Fucking with the boy baby that's a gamble If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper Gotta get it gotta have it Once I got it I'mma spend it Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday parties No room to park the cars in the garages So outside the cribs all you see is arayis If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign Feel me [Interviewer] Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music? [Lil' Wayne] Thats because they ain't got that heat rock like me you know what I mean They ain't spitting like me They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds I got the flu over here man, foreal I need relief, y'all help me I know y'all sick of me, cause I'm tired of y'all foreal [Verse 3] And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas I'm tired of these niggas Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner I'm cocking back and passing They catch 'em in they sternum Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya That gone probably learn ya To never ever ever - ever ever ever come around here no more Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch I'm the God I should ride with the Pope But the boy so hood I just ride with my ho yeah Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove Tell 'em bout my last show Tell 'em bout my last ho You know, just born to mack Call me Deion Sanders, bring the corner back I'm in my prime, niggas falling back That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack Feel Me [Lil' Wayne] And thats just what it is nigga If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up That's how I was taught, that's how I was brought up And that's how I'mma go down Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch Swallow slow Weezy F.  Baby this interview is over, go to the next song Bitch\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Fireman Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Weezy Baby Shh, the Fireman comin'! He-Man, ski mask Spending next week's cash, he fast (OHH!) And I don't even need a G pass (Nope), I'm past that I'm passing 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah) And my chain, Toucan Sam that (Ha!) Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no!) You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What? I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack (Ayy!) [Verse 2] Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior Money too long, teachers put away your rulers Raw Tune, not a cartoon No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy!) I'm hot, but the car cool She wet, that's a carpool Been in that water since a young'n, you just shark food Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school Yeah the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse, don't snooze Been handling the game so long my thumbs bruised Your new girlfriend is old news You ain't got enough green and she so blue Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew Now watch me melt; don't burn yourself, 'cause – So heavy in the trunk make the car pop a wheelie Who? Half, of the game too lazy Still sleeping on me but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em, yeah It's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah Come on mama, let the Carter make ya Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry-grape ya They ball when they can, and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game, like Jordan and Payton Y'all in the race, and me, I'm at the finish line Been running for too long, it's time to give me mine Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I Weezy, allergic to wintertime — Hot!\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Fly In Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] So they ask me \"Young boy. What you gonna do the second time around? How you gon' come back?\" I tried told 'em: \"I come back like 32 I jump back like 33!\" That's nothing This here's Tha Carter II, people This is Tha Carter II, people [Verse] Hey! Mr.  Carter, I kissed the daughter Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias! I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious, going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin', your honor I ain't snitchin', your honor Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power Vacate when that kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter, open the cabinet, close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet, drop a fo' in the bubbles I remember being young, tryin' to hustle my dope Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryin' to tell you 'fore you jump that my Mac ain't broke You ain't trying to see how far that black back lane go, no! Call me Pac-Man, your ghosts is blue I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue jewelry Usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh! Make harm and I bomb you in public Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing I ain't sleeping, I'm up, tryin' to take a nigga lunch You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want I'm so 504 you got to kill me here If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas ran from me but I still be here No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental Crack the Phil', crack the roof and roll up the windows And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna He like \"Keep your dough\", he got ya ho And the sun shines on the King and sets on the Prince I met the Birdman, and I been shining ever since Like that!\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Fly Out Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] We here I said, we here The back of Tha Carter, yeah The back of Tha Carter – Two Uhg, yeah This here is The end of Tha Carter Two, people Hey, yeah [Verse] I got the game On ball and chain I threw the key in the drain I'm like a ki in a drought I spent a G on these frames But my vision is priceless Seeing through you niggas Like a fuckin' psychic Hearing through the grapevine Niggas wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift Man you better be Peyton Boy the heat's on They making peace bonds I'm in this bitch throwing up the \"17\" sign Straight frowns, no daps Strapped three times A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta Ready for whatever Tell them pussy niggas come together Heavy better, nigga Super-soaker wet a nigga Six feet under flowers You ain't nothing but a petal, nigga I'm just a little nigga Trying to be a civil nigga 30 years old, shit That'll be a given, nigga Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening But she ain't really tripping 'Cause the pots is pissed in Them niggas trippin' Until the shots whistlin' Hear them bullets hissin' Like a cobra at attention I got a bitch, and quit calling women bitches As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen No preventing the grind, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quittin' There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin' Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin And since the future ain't promised to no one I live everyday like this is the sure one Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come And it feels so fucking good Throw my dope like a rope Let 'em tug and pull No hope for the hopeless Rats and roaches Running 'cross the porch In the attic there's a fortune Come and get it Automatics in motion We banging for the bread Nigga, even the molded I got my loaf I got my toast Chaperone of the South I got my coast Yeah, and until I die I'm the Best Rapper Alive\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Get Over Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Nikki (Lil Wayne) Though, though I'm missin you (straight to the head man) I'll find a way to get through I know livin without ya is impossible (yea) Gone. [Verse 1] Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor Standing on stage in front of thousands Don't amount to me not havin my father That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard I'm alright, God, shit, I'm still breathin But losses hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga [Hook] (Lil Wayne in the background) Though, though I'm missin you I'll find a way to get through I know livin without ya is impossible Gone. I know you gon live on Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over, can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over [Verse 2] Smoke kush all day and pop painkillers Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us This what the streets showed us This how the block made us The same block where they layed 'em I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me Lord, will I be next for the taking? Take me I know I'm livin like I know when I'm comin But I'm just livin cause I know that it's comin And the end is comin, but I ain't runnin I ain't hidin and duckin I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it I'm just speakin from the heart of the dyin' public We still beatin, we gon rise above it Though it seem like they cheatin and we losin' We survive if nothin They could never take the stride from strugglin I gotta ride, and sometimes that ride get bloody But I just think about my buddy And go after that money But uhh. [Verse 3] Straight Patron out the bottle to the head now We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds Now I gotta walk around Brim down Just tryin to find my way to the next day Escape Ya birthday could be ya death date So I'm livin like it was just yesterday Let's pray Ten fingers together Can't bring 'em together It's murda-murda, I don't think it get better So be a competitor or get out the weather Me? I got a umbrella and a Berretta I'm just tryin to make sure my daughter future progressin And behind that, I'm shootin excessive Trust me The beautiful dead, we livin wit the ugly I just tell my pops wait for me I'm comin [Hook] (Nikki and Lil Wayne) Though, though I'm missin you I'll find a way to get through I know livin without ya is impossible Gone. I know you gon live on Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya [I miss my dawg I can't believe that it's over But I'm a soldier, so I gotta over Can't stay sober, I'm just tryin to get over]\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Grown Man Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] What's up baby? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, what's happenin' baby I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team Hop in this machine, vanish from the scene Goddamn it I'm so mannish Handle it like a standard So put yo panties and yo pants my the trash can Romance on the floor plans, yeah We hold hands while we rolling, just trying to keep up with the program Just trying to sneak up on ya, like how you doing ma'am I'm a old soul, and a young man, we got to it and We didn't stop 'til the birds hit the block And she ain't never had it like that [Hook: Lil Wayne & Curren$y] Girl, you are so fine I wish that I could get you over here, girl Tonight, so I can get my grown man on with you You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man [Verse 2: Curren$y] Now I don't really hit the club but tonight I'll make an exception For some reason I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction I'm lookin' at you so hard, I could probably catch a charge Feelin' the way you walk when you move yo booty applaud I gotta keep my composure I gotta attack my mission and handle business like a soldier Young man, Young Money but the money long Curren$y, The Hot Spitta so grown And your perception of me is so wrong Don't worry about what you heard about me and them other birds Might have done a little dirt and left a few of them hurt But whatever has occurred they all got what they deserved And you don't rock like that, I can see it in your eyes If you ain't good for me then you wearing a disguise Cause tonight you looking like Miss Right And I swore to be a player for life, but I'll change for you [Hook] Girl, you are so fine I wish that I could get you over here, girl Tonight, so I can get my grown man on with you You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Baby girl, living in a ladies' world And I'm a grown man, the women understand See what I go through, is what I owe you So you should throw that ass back to me right now Fly boy baby sit back, relax and Cruise with a nigga, destination satisfaction Whose is it baby? She say, \"Weezy Fuckin' Baby\" I say, \"Yes in-fuckin'-deed,\" she say, \"Don't you ever leave\" I say, I say, \"But I got money on my mind\" Then I tell her never mind and we do it one more time [laugh] For a large amount of time, long and won't stop 'til daytime come home [Hook] Girl, you are so fine I wish that I could get you over here, girl Tonight, so I can get my grown man on with you You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man That's the sunset girl Get your visor, where those Chanel shades I get you, you always losing things And I'm always buying new things, I come a long way huh, remember? [Outro:] You ain't no woman you a baby girl, living in the ladies world And I'm a grown man, the women understand See what I go through, is what I owe you And you should throw that ass back to me right now\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Hit em Up Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Quit talking, I’ma hang you by your tongue, yeah Any motormouth could get hung high We don’t fuck with niggas, like fungi, we don’t even hear ya Hollering bullshit, nigga, cut the diarrhea (Get 'em!) Pistol lie inside of the arm rest, umm, yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don’t mess Player fuck around with the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies (Go!) Honest, you niggas is harmless I’m calm as a Don is supposed to (be), Cosa Nostra Don’t ever approach him, don’t get close to him Shootouts ain’t nothing but rock-n-roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood ‘Nother murder, ‘nother page out the notebook It ain’t nothing, and don’t make it if you no good I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Hook] Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, really I was tryna be calm But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose He had too much talk and not enough proof I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em, but I hit ‘em up (Gunshot) I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him [Verse 2] (Y’all) Take them shoes off your teeth, stop runnin’ your mouth No shoes, no feet, I’ll run in your mouth I’ll come to your house, me and my goons Loading up bangers, riding under the moon Throwing up fingers, saying, “My side rule” If a nigga disagree, that’s what my side prove That Maybach Coupe a cock-eyed fool And I’m in it like Bennett, ho, aren’t I cool But if the thermostat switch and that needle move Then the attitude switch and that heat’ll move I got that Chiquita banana clip for the tool Meet a disaster, pity the fool Eat a catastrophe, swallow the truth, belch reality How does it taste? [Hook] Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, really I was tryna be calm But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose He had too much talk and not enough proof I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em, but I hit ‘em up (Gunshot) I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him [Verse 3] Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy (yeah) That Tommy gun’ll tear your neighborhood apart, boy (blatt!) Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy You start with the wrong boy, it end with a song, boy (oh) With your friends to carry you along To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone (yeah) Fuck the discussion, I ain’t into it, boy I just get to it, let’s do it, rip through a boy (bah!) You need sutures on your smoochers, boy, but I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Hook] Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, really I was tryna be calm But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose He had too much talk and not enough proof I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em, but I hit ‘em up (Gunshot) I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Hustler Musik Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Hit me Right in the sternum this time, T-baby Shit, you already know, you already know You already know, damn, shit This that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one I'ma paint the city red with this one I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just That persistence, with that commitment, if I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne And if the kid ain't right, then let me die on this song See I be riding, just riding alone With my daddy on my mind, like, \"You gotta be kidding\" How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing? Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin So I be, who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin. I'm taking these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No I won't budge, no, Lord [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Money is the motivation, facing the avenue Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun Got to run when I hear the bird call: (Brrrr!) Damn Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ahh) Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth I'm like, \"What it do, what it do\" There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I ain't never killed nobody, I promise And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat! That boy'll lay flat, so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying? Bathing Ape, Yves St. , Evisu what I stay in Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba Streets reply I look right in a four-seater You know I be out here, right in a four-seater Top floor of the Four Seasons Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up And look I got some And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up [Outro: Lil Wayne] Man, man, this be that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all I'm asking y'all, please, please Young Weezy got that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah It's trill shit man, it's real talk man It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is Better guard your kids, guard your face Better guard your body, we warned the place We here!\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Im a D Boy Lyrics Summary\n",
      "No, he can't, with the fucking seats back Got the paint job coke and the fucking seats cracked [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Thinking of a master plan, I get money But I'm thinking of a faster plan, I'm trying to cash it in I got five in that garbage can And the wrap Saran, I need cash advance See, I know three sold, the other two a jam I'mma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can Hot-ass fuckin' sedan, windows rolled down, no sound Them bricks got the speakers drowned I ain't listening for shit but sirens I ain't trying to get to my ships sunk, fuck you pirates I'll touch you cowards, it ain't nothing to a boss The niggas in the hood tryna floss And ya head got a cost, nigga Take a loss nigga, SS 55 all black, with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at I ain't trying to prove nothin, I'm just trying to move somethin [Hook: Lil Wayne] I'm a d-boy, bitch, I'm a d-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block I got the money and the power I'm a d-boy, bitch, I'm a d-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block (Yeah) I got the money and the power, I'm gone! [Verse 2: Birdman] See we cooking up a thousand grams I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans Triple color with the platinum jams 50 birds, homeboy, in the back of a van (Bitch!) A hundred grand in rubberbands We got them birds in the coffee cans We got the whips with the extra clips (Yeah, nigga) Got bitches outta state, niggas flippin' them bricks Been in the Caddy, been in the alley (Uh-huh) Nigga been on the block (Yeah) right in front of Miss Gladys Nigga know bout hustlin', know bout stuntin' Did the curb-serving (Yeah), shined every summer (Beyotch!) Been on front, been in the back Nigga roll with duct tape and ride with the Mac (Pow!) See these haters like, \"fuck them niggas\" We made men, millionaires, hustlin' our nature [Hook: Lil Wayne] I'm a d-boy, bitch, I'm a d-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block I got the money and the power I'm a d-boy, bitch, I'm a d-boy Ho, I'm a dopeboy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jackboys I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block I got the money and the power, I'm gone! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] 8 AM, open my eyes Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds And I'm over the stove at 9 Yeah, I'm cookin breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine Yeah, quick line in the bathroom before we bounce Not me, I mean her, she go a-day-an ounce, damn Y'all pray for her, while I'm at the bus station In the Bentley sitting low as I wait for her, yeah I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paper-boy I will take you, for the right paper, boy I will take her, shake her, tape her, waist up Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up, ha! Getchya cake up, y'all niggas lame ducks You probably get your game up when I'm giving the game up My name Wayne, what!\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Lock And Load Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne (Kurupt)] Ride with me, sweetheart It ain't hard! Aww, fuck them niggas, I ain't worried 'bout them This Cash Money, baby! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 22-year-old 17th Ward vet Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side Back pocket jeans fallin, cover my Evisu sign Yep we do shine, and they gon' hate But they hated Jesus baby we won't break So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured No security, no protectin no comparing Locin' and heavy, Ocean 11 Aviators, vote-takers, so fakers, ah! No playas, I'm Holly Grove to the heart Hollygrove from the start, don't cross Earhart Boulevard where the ward I come from One-seven, one shot? [Chorus: Kurupt] We won, we won And then we shot that BB gun And they lost, and they lost Til we took they shit, now it's time to floss (We lock and load!) Hit 'em where you kill 'em, easy Sit 'em in the river, leave em, they find 'em tomorrow evening Sinkin, I'm prob-ly drinkin that syrup Thinkin I won't slip, even though I'm leanin like a broke hip He don't know I got the nina wit the full clip That's a somersault, backspin, full-flip for ya Push this button, I flip out and hit something Miss nothin, I'm just bustin until this scene clean Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playin Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect, I Strap a jet black gat 'til the death Tell the mama to bury me with that, no bullshittin' My hood getting kinda crazy where I be So Ronnie's with me cuz he's the OG (Nigga!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Fresh out the back seat of the Phiggity-Phantom The haters, I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like, \"What up?\" If it ain't about money I keep goin I'm tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn, but fuck-- Them boys, I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up, I leave their bodies on the lawn And duck the fuck outta there, 'cause baby, it's outta there If this was a movie, it's time to roll the credits, cut! Hardbody, Eagle Street, seventeen shots Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam Glock Pop!\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Mo Fire Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Mo' fire, Weezy Mo' fire Mo' fire, give 'em Mo' fire [Verse 1] I diddy bop, my fitty cocked My city hot, I'm dodging the city cop I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back Yeah, I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah, I really mack Yeah, how real is that? You love 'em you really wack I hustle and bend my back, my muscle is intact My biceps and triceps is ahh, yes [Hook] Mo' fire, Weezy Mo' fire Mo' fire, I give 'em Mo' fire [Verse 2] I'm coming through, in something new The color is smurf blue, I'm puffing that purple Believe it; if I talk it, I walk it, like Herschel I get it like it is on a commercial, first too This is verse two; it is worse, too I'll murk you like I birthed you You niggas small bubbles, I'll burp you And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you My jewelry earth blue, some say it's earth green I'm like; whatever, my shit mean and obscene Now I've been seen on a lot of different scenes That mean I got a lot of different cream [Hook] Mo' fire, Weezy Mo' fire Mo' fire, I give 'em Mo' fire, yeah [Verse 3] I raise more fire to the man up higher I lick a shot to let Him know that I'm a rider My dreads hang to let Him know that I'm a lion Represent the jungle when the others just tryin' I represent my mother like \"Baby, stop cryin'\" I know my papa gone but guarantee he see I shinin', yeah Now you are looking at New Orleans' finest Now you are being blinded by European diamond And you are seein' two-or-three times, and Got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even find me And I ain't even hidin', naw, I'm right here baby She wanna walk and shit, I'm like \"Yeah, baby\" Batty man, get the shotty to his head Rock-a-bye his ass to sleep, rock it, lay him down to bed I'll put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms, homie You ain't nothing but a profit, shit [Hook] Mo' fire, Weezy Mo' fire Mo' fire, I give 'em Mo' fire [Outro] Yeah, mo' fire Mo' fire, Weezy Mo' fire Mo' fire, give 'em Mo' fire\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Money On My Mind Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Stepping out the motherfucking car, they in awe (Yeah) I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish Holla at your motherfucking boy, J-R (Brrrr!) Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah) Dear Mr. 40 make a chip Out a potato-head wimp, then, like ranch, I dip (Gone) And the hustle is all muscle, just strength When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (One-two) I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah) Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha) I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah) Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talking Nigga, get it in a slumber, if you know how (Ugh) In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow What you know about that? Baby, it's your time Coke transactions on the phone, we call it \"blowjobs\" (Yeah!) Hopping off the boat, meeting Papi at the docks (What up?) He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid (Yeah) \"Money over bitches,\" I'm yelling it to the grave Developed at a young age (What? ), go after what pays (Yeah) These Gabbana sunshades block the Sun rays (Bitch) I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn!) I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah) That cake, like it's—it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me? [Verse 3] Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay) I'm digging in the game tryna get some money out her (Okay) I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah) There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh) I'm just being modest (Yeah) Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch) She still down, and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah) Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me \"That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it\" (Yeah) Forever symbolizing the grind, it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do (Ugh) Giddy-up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (yeah) I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah) I love it, I fucking love it I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Haha!)\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Oh No Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne & Sample] Oh no, no; oh, no, no; oh, no, no Haha! Cut the music up, please Oh no, no; oh, no, no; oh, no, no Hahaha Geah! [Verse] I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back Feet back, stay from where the fake be at Niggas snitch for the shine, where the patience at? Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief! Man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack; you know the story—snakes eat rats Face the facts: you can't change him Can't shoot it if you can't aim it Can't miss him; if he kill you, then you can't blame him That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him Get too deep up in that water, and they can't save you Me, I come out of that water like I was just bathing And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em \"Hollygrove, Hollygrove\" was his last statement So nigga, get that look off your face And recognize you got a crook in the place They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm so high I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine Streetsweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch Leave you bloody with the cops to match Bullet holes in your speakers from the chopper blast Like. That's bullet holes in your sneaker,s got you hopping back It all stop when they hit you in your top and back No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this The clips hang down to the dick That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leaking! Mortimer is no longer leaping—he's sleeping While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winking Bob Marley got me stinking Stacking figures, I'm standing firm; life's a Slinky Pipes is filled with crack cocaine And the dope go inside of the veins From where I came, though I bear a name only one can live with Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it I'm sicker with it; pick a city, buy a condo Find a fine ho, let some time go—chill What you know about a bongo having her mind go Over a convo about dough? Man, the four-wheelers look so good on the sand Tee or tank top, pocket fan No pocketknife, no handgun in sight Just that rat-tat, tat-tat-tat, t-tat-tat, BOOM! Just boost my feature price 'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight I'm from Cita house, big momma's house She told me to shoot you right after I knock you out And he ain't getting up after them shots If you hit him in the right spot Hold up. the beat might drop\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/On Tha Block 1 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Ay man, I'm, I'm walkin' on South Beach the other day, right You know the Memorial Day weekend shit thing Yeah, so they got a nigga come up to me with a video camera, right And you know motherfuckers come up to me with cameras every day so I don't be trippin' All day every day you know what I mean? So you know what this nigga asked me? \"Yo, can I battle you on camera?\" I was like, \"Dawg, how much we gon' make for this?\" You, you really think, yo, yo For all you niggas thinkin' y'all can see me and think it's really a game Cause I'm from the south or don't really be boastin' and braggin' 'bout that flow and shit Dawg I got this shit, dawg, you niggas think you could fuck with me?\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/On Tha Block 2 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Female: Wassup shorty you still hangin' 'round this bitch huh? Male: Man I told you I gotta do me shawty, say what's up with all them people 'round here? Female: Man I told you them niggas was wiggin' off them pills 'round here Male: Who dat? Female: Man they left ole boy leakin' last night Male: What boy was this? Female: Man you know that bitch used to be swingin' 'round the block in all them whips bitch thinkin' he stunna and shit Male: Man ain't that cold. What you about to get into? Female: Man I'm goin' listen to Tha Carter 2 fuck this bullshit Male: Smoke one with a nigga\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/On Tha Block 3 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Female] Wassup shorty where you goin' all fuckin' shy tonight? [Male] Man young money and cash money got a fire show [Female] Well, then that's why the whole neighborhood bird manned down. I'mma be in that bitch, I'mma go and get twisted first, I'mma holla [Male] Alright shorty holla back\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Receipt Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away [Hook] (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) [Verse 1] Young broad I know you love me like you never loved You know you couldn't find a better thug And, uh You been peepin' me since I was younger So young That you even called me your little brother But I'm all grown up now I got my own money I'm married and divorced And my daughter is a woman And guess what? My daughter want another Sister or brother And you lookin' like a mother I took you from a clubber to a lover And you took another bitch husband The other bitch wasn't Doing shit for him She say she did too much I say she did nothing She need to quit fronting I haven't hid nothing And you love everything Can't hide your feelings Won't let my pride conceal it You got Wayne I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change But— [Hook] (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away [Verse 2] Destiny Child CD Song number three She cater to me 'Til we fall asleep Then we wake up And we pick up where we started Then she make a nigga breakfast Sprite, orange juice, and water And she on stage Waiting for me after my show So no time for groupies Straight to the top floor Fresh out the shower A smile and a towel Then after an hour She gon' need another shower When I'm at home In my coupe Or in the office Or the streets of The Boot I'm thinking 'bout you And most of the girls that come by are cute And they try to holla, but they all on mute And my old girls turn they face up at me Yeah, they throw they purses and they makeup at me 'Cause you got Wayne I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change But— [Hook] (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away [Verse 3] Come home Smell the food on the stove She done cleaned the whole house Washed the dishes and the clothes And when we out We do it just how we supposed Look good for the public Leave the drama in the Rolls Royce Choice of car that we move in She gets high sometimes 'Cause I'm always doin' it You hear them hallways We always doin' it Work cut Every time feel like the first one Perfect When a nigga stressin' at work She take away all of the pain Make it lesser than dirt That's why you got Wayne I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change But— [Hook] (I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away [Outro] I got you It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face So I do it over snares and bass Music take her away\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Shooter Lyrics Summary\n",
      "I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he getting ready to come out the back room Rob! [Verse 1: Robin Thicke (Lil Wayne)] I heard some shouts, like, \"Down on the floor!\" Shotgun watches door, got security good (check!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] So many doubt cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out Bang! I hope you bleed a lake I'mma play x-ray, helping y'all see the fake I'm just trying to be the Great, trying to get a piece of cake Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient Stop being rapper racists, region-haters Spectators, dictators, behind door dick-takers It's outrageous! You don't know how sick you make us I want to throw it up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern, face it If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics [Bridge: Robin Thicke] Lady walks into a shotgun surprise Dropped to her knees, saw her life before her eyes He said: \"bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it I'm your - shooter!\" [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Socks soaking wet, I been running y'all, I reload Every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward You better know me, Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard Take pain like Tylenols, raw, way past par Far, I'm some shit you never saw I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose, or draw And then they ask who, when, where, how, and My reply was simply, \"Pow!\" [Outro: Lil Wayne] Mama, I tink dat, ay!\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Tha Mobb Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Told her getting out the game is like coming out of a coma I'm trying, but I'm normal When this rap shit get boring All I ask is that you pray for me (please!) Then hunt for the lunch and dinner No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on) Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh! ), my jelly preserver I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah Hear me? They don't forget it, I underline it, and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', young'n I been through all that, I done done what you sayin' I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah!) Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo! I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga Shot ugly, but my arch right; come on, dawg–bark, bite (Nuh!) Touchdown, check the scoreboard, gimme mines Semi-9 fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bop-bop-bop-bop!) And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here, I'm chestin' up I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Whoa) See, you fucking up the money, baby And that ain't good business You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em!) Lift up your toes, and look under a rug Trust me, that's history under all that dust So, deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?) Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut But, you know what?\n",
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      "Tha Carter II/Weezy Baby Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Brim leaning (Yeah), cup tilted (Yeah) Blunt flickin', get money, fuck bitches (Ha!) Sick as a Prozac (Yeah), and the Carter 1 was the (Ha!) Tech-9 close by, touch 'em up (Yeah) I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up (Mwah!) Sweet succotash (Ah), gee, golly, what the fuck? [Hook: Nikki & Lil Wayne] If you gon' call him Weezy That's, uh-uh, uh-b-baby, that's me! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I ain't talking fast, you just listening too slow (Yeah) I'm, gettin them Benjamins, can serve like the Wimbledon (Yeah) If I'm in any predicament, nervous? Chest, caved in, mess on the pavement Splat, cherry wax, rrraaahhh! Area code, five-zero-four (Yeah) I am Nino fucking Brown and this is The Carter, ho! (Oh) This is a quarter stick, this in ya garter, ho Leave out the back and go straight to the corner-store (Heh!) If not they find you in a lake in the morning, ho (Ohh!)\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/3 Peat Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Yessir! They can't stop me Even if they stopped me Hahahah, yeah [Refrain] I'm on it, ooh, I'm on it I'm so on it, and however you want it You can get it tonight ho, and all night ho I get the beat from (Maestro), fuckin' right, ho! [Verse] I might go crazy on these niggas, I don't give a motherfuck Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up What! What! I don't give a motherfuck Get your baby kidnapped and your baby-mother fucked It's Tha Carter 3, bitch, better put your supper up Hollygrove, I throw it up like I'm trying to lose my gut Fuck is up? Beat him up like a million uppercuts Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it, shit Get on my level, you can't get on my level You gon' need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever However, I'm better, if not now, then never Don't you ever fix your lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick Bitch, swallow my words, taste my thoughts And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket According to the doctor, I could've died in traffic Bounce right back on them bitches, like Magic Abracadabra, I'm up, like Viagra I just do this shit for my clique, like Adam Sandler I control hip-hop and I'mma keep it on my channel Watch me, bitch, watch me Bitch, watch me, but they cannot-see me, like Hitler It's the New Orleans nightmare Money so old, it's growing white hair Young Money, baby, yeah we right here I'ma make sure we ball 'til we fall like tears And mama, don't cry, your son can handle his I got her out the hood and put her in the hills Yeah, when I was 14, I told my mom we will see better days And sure enough, I got Miss Cita in a better place When I was 14, I told my mom we will see better days And sure enough, we did exactly what I said I tell my girl \"When you fuck me, better fuck me good 'Cause if another girl could, she gon' fuck me good\" No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it Yeah, I got game like Stuart Scott, fresh out the ESPN shop And when SportsCenter poppin', everything stoppin' But you can't fool me, I know what you watchin' [Refrain] Me! You watch me! You watch me 'Cause I be, Weezy, must see, T. V. , C3 Nigga, that's me, and I'm me, I'm me, times three So retreat, or suffer defeat, I'm back, 3-peat\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/A Milli Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Bangladesh Young Money! [Verse 1] A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind ‘Cause I don't write shit, ‘cause I ain't got time ‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppers: \"Ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch him, you can't stop him\" I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em You pop 'em ‘cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher [Verse 2] A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere Like smoking the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me Like, \"Look at that bastard Weezy!\" Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? And it ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it [Verse 3] See, they say I'm rappin' like B. I. G. , Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that, boy? You knew that true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr.  Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker, I say \"Life ain't shit without me\" Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me Don't you compare me, ‘cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Action Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? [Verse 1] Like ooh, ooh, ooh, it's goin' down in this bitch Like a boxer in the first round in this bitch 1-800, I would dick ya' down in this bitch Uptown in this bitch, don't make a sound in this, shh Now let me whisper in ya' ear Every single word your little ear wanna hear Flip ya' body over, have no fear Can I put my tongue here until you tear? Cry baby, cry baby, suck ya' momma titty You know I like them old, I might have yo' momma with me I like your girlfriend and your girlfriends Honor my pole like a flag on the end, bitch [Chorus] Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? [Verse 2] I say, \"Oh, girl, I love you so\" Oh, oh, girl, I love you so (Psych) But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho Pop these pills, take, take this glass Pop, pop that pussy, shake, shake that ass And if your pussy stank, girl, you know you better douche it You're nasty, girl, now wash that stanky, funky, funky pussy, bitch Stop talkin' that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha And I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place 'cause you and your man be planning to hate I'm so hood And she likes it, and when we fuck, I'm keepin' on my Nikes I'll tear that pussy up, I'll tear that pussy up I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna front Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand And I'm the camera man [Chorus] Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? When I can just bend you over and do what I told ya' Do what I wanna, do what I wanna Ya' heard me, I gotta lie, like And now, every once in a while, her knees jerk She forgets how to walk, I better teach her I got her walkin' funny, just tell 'em that your feet hurt You'll probably see her on one of my t-shirts I super soak a ho, skeet, skeet, skeet, squirt But don't worry, cause if y'all are like swingers Hey, I'm high over features Haha, new single, oh, so now you single?\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Comfortable Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah [Chorus: Babyface & Lil Wayne] I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) (Woo) I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) It's all good when we making love All I ask is don't take our love That's all I ask, baby For granted, 'cause, granted My love for you is real (Ohh) (Yeah) And if you don't love me Somebody else will (Somebody else) Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable (Yeah) (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, to the left, to the left If you wanna leave, be my guest, you can step Feeling irreplaceable, listening to Beyoncé Well, okay, I put you out on your b-day Hey, now if you rocking with Weezy Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe I got game like EA But I wanna let you play And don't I treat you like soufflé? [Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both] I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) (Yeah) It's all good when we making love All I ask is don't take our love For granted, 'cause, granted (Yeah) My love for you is real (Ohh) And if you don't love me Somebody else will (Tryna tell her) Baby girl, don't you ever get too comfortable Yeah (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, let me catch my breath Talking 'bout leaving and you ain't gone yet And if you leave, leave correct And I'mma send a jet to pick up the next And if you leave, you leaving the best So you will have to settle for less And I am no Elliott Ness I don't handcuff, I don't arrest I do confess to the murder scene 'Cause under them sheets, I am a mess Yes, baby, you're blessed Now just don't jump your nest, come on, yeah [Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both] I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) (haha) I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) It's all good when we making love (We good) All I ask is don't take our love For granted, 'cause, granted My love for you is real (Ohh) And if you don't love me Somebody else will Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat I would never 1-2-3-4-get About you, your love, your sex You know I work you out like Bowflex Haha, all jokes, no stress Love, live life, proceed, progress Make sure the neighbors get no rest We can get together never disconnect Yeah, your back, your neck Funny how that song haven't got old yet To us, so let's project You stay in, never incorrect, 'Face [Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both] I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) (Yeah) I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) (I got one) It's all good when we making love All I ask is don't take our love (Yeah) For granted, 'cause, granted (Hahaha) My love for you is real (Ohh) And if you don't love me Somebody else will (Irreplaceable, huh?) Baby girl, don't you (Yeah) Ever (Ha) get too comfortable Don't get too comfortable, ayy (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, Word to God, my momma gon' like this one Yeah Yo, I think everybody gonna like this one Yeah, I got one Thank you, Mr.  West Carter Treys I'm out\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Don't Get It Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Nina Simone] Baby, you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? [Chorus: Nina Simone] But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flame The snow, please, slow down, hurricane The wind blow, my dreads swang He had hair like wool, like Wayne Huh, dropping ashes in the Bible I shake 'em out and they fall on the rifle Scary, Hail Mary, no tale-fairy All real, very extraordinary Perry Mason facin' the barrel if he tattle My God is my judge; no gown, no gavel A hound, a rebel, down to battle Now or never or whenever And the F for \"Fucking fantastic\", fuck if you agree I'm bright, but I don't give a fuck if you see me [Chorus: Nina Simone] But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] What's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For eight and a half months I gave Miss Cita pain Now it's Young Money baby, keep the change My momma say \"Fuck em! \", and we the same So hello motherfucker, you got some sheets to change And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday You know, church fit, then outfit Bright pink and green chest look house-lit Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this What you 'bout, bitch? Excuse my French emotion and my passion But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion What are you askin'? [Chorus: Nina Simone] But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood And um, I sit back and think, well shit, us young motherfuckers, you know, that one in every nine: We probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we in the hood and it's not like your suburbs. [Chorus: Nina Simone] But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Dr. Carter Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Good morning, Dr.  Carter (Hey sweetie) Looks like it's gonna be a long day Ahh, another one huh? What we got Your first patient (Yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concepts (Uh-huh) Originality (Ugghh) His flow is weak (Another one) And he has no style (Ughhh) What you got for him? [Verse 1] Let me put my gloves on, and my scrubs on Dr.  Carter to the rescue Excuse me if I'm late, but like a thief it takes Time to be this great, uhh, so just wait Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place And I'm just grace, one, uno, ace And I'm trying make your heart beat like bass Hmm-mm, but you're sweet like cake And I come to fix wherever your shell break Where is your originality? You are so fake So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say All I need is one mic, all I need is one take Like, hey! His confidence is down, vocab and metaphors needs work, and he lacks respect for the game (Uhhhh, let me see) You think you can save him? [Verse 2] Okay, respect is in the heart, so that's where I'mma start And a lot of heart patients don't make it But, hey kid, plural, I graduated 'Cause you can get through anything if Magic made it And that was called recycling, r-e-reciting something 'Cause you just like it, so you say it just like it Some say it's biting but I say it's enlightening Besides, Dr.  Kanye West is one of the brightest And Dr.  Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest And Dr.  Jeezy can fix you back up the nicest Arthritis in my hand from writing But I'm a doctor, they don't understand my writing So I stopped writing, now I'm like lightning And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titan Fast and exciting, my passion is frightening Now let me put some more vocab in your IV Here, take this Vicodin, like it and love it And confidence has no budget So pay me no mind, I don't walk it like I talk it 'cause I run it I don't do it 'cause I done it, and I'm in the emergency un-it God dunnit I've lost another one (Flatline) [Interlude: Lil Wayne & Nurse] Good evening, Dr.  Carter. His respect is back up, concepts sound good, his style is showing strong signs of improvement. [Verse 3] Swagger tighter than a yeast infection Fly, go hard, like geese, erection Fashion patrol, police detection Eyes stay tight like Chinese Connection I stay tight like pussy at night Baby, don't get me wrong, I could do that pussy right But I'm too wrong to write, too fresh to fight Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle Had to say it twice, swagger so nice And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price And I don't rap fast, I rap slow 'Cause I mean every letter in the words In the sentence of my quotes Swagger just flows sweeter than honey oats That swagger, I got it, I wear it like a coat Wait, as I put the light down his throat I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow His lungs starting to grow, this one's starting to show Strong signs of life, where's the stitches? Here's the knife Smack his face, his eyes open, I reply \"What a night\" \"Welcome back, Hip-Hop — I saved your life\"\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Gossip Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] I hate gossip And I don't walk around looking for it, you know? [Verse 1] Stop hatin' on a nigga That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga And you can get tipped like you're waitin' on a nigga Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga I give my all behind the mic But you can never see if you sit behind the light And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight But I'mma wear that championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White I'm tryna be polite But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna Analyzing, criticizing You should realize what I am and start epitomizing Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion I'm confident, like fuck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying It rains a lot in my city because my city's crying Because my city's dying Still I emerge from all of that, I am a living pion–eer, near Zion Fear God, not them, steer my robin coupe Through the streets of the Boot, and soo-woo! And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at? I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, now where New Orleans at? I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession, I-I-I must ask [Refrain] Hey, haven't I been good to you? [Verse 3] Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean Cast away stones, I won't even blink A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink Don't believe in me, don't believe me I graduated from hungry and made it to greedy My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti You niggas want beef, I want a steak, and, uh, we be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be Hardbody nigga just takin' it easy All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers? Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfuckin' cameras Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props And make it out to \"Mr.  Hip-Hop\" [Outro] I'm not dead, I'm alive\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Got Money Lyrics Summary\n",
      "I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright Now I was bouncing through the club She love the way I Diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now where your bar at? DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop \"Young Money, Lil Wayne\" then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes A. K. A Mr.  Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Young Money that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see (yeah) Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (come on) (Fly!) It go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) Like some clap on lights in this bitch I'mma be clappin' all night in this bitch Lights off, mask on Creep silent, she smiling He muggin', who cares 'Cause my goons are right here Like it's nothing to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains I'm in so much ice, they yell \"Skate, Wayne!\" Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit So Rolex watch this, I do it, four, five, six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it I'll blow that shit 'Cause bitch I'm the bomb like tick, tick Biatch! that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr.  Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes Make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes Uh-huh.\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/I'm Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight And you already know that, pimpin' Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang I know one day they got to bury him Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the Devil in People, it's just me and my guitar Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metallin' You can get the fuckin' Led Zeppelin Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen And we hold court and take your life for a settlement Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite I know the game like I'm reffin' it This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire Yeah, Junior [Verse 2] It's Cash Money over everythang It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug And dear Mr.  Ronald Williams To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim Cash Money million-heir to the throne Goin' at their heads, like hair in a comb Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm still a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch [Verse 3] Last year they had the Grammy's and left me in Miami Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies I'm rappin' when you sleep I was rappin' when you were in jammies Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint—let's go! Niggas don't wanna see me ‘cause I'm better in bold The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself ‘Cause I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin' I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff And now nothin' gonna stop me, so just envy it Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha Fuck you , you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch! Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Who dat?) Somebody gon die tonight And you already know that, pimpin' Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Kush Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Hook] Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Yeah, now how ya like me now [Verse 1] Got the hog on two-six Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks I don't know what you on, but I'm on some new shit While your bitch is on my dick like a glue stick I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed The tooth fairy would retire if I lose it Straight out the clip, that's how I spit, like an Uzi You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music I'm running this, and I can jump the hurdles I'm feeling like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles I'm like a turtle when I sip the purple [Hook] And I smoke that kush Yeah, that kush And I ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh And we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush And we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh So how ya like me now [Verse 2] Buck-sixty on the dash, I'mma do two Captain Crunch, these niggas is Froot Loops That's why your girl wanna fuck me and my group too And I'mma make her back it up like 'droop shoop' I'm the Birdman Junior, I gotta do coupes I hop up out that motherfucker, holler \"Soowoo\" Hollygrove 17, I'm from the Zoo Crew You would think every animal in the zoo loose (Fuck with me) I'm on that screw juice But I keep my shit together, not a screw loose Yeah, word to my Gucc' boots I'm higher than a new suit [Hook] 'Cause we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Uh-huh, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Now how ya like me now [Verse 3] Buck-forty on a ring that I don't really wear But I bet it light up the night like the city fair The shit ain't fair I didn't have to go there But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear I'm so aware I'm so prepared I'm so fly I will take off into the open air Liftoff Cristal Please Crackers with cheese Nigga please We on J-E-Ts Like Curtis Martin in white and green I'm. . . lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing No reggie man [Hook] You know I smoke that kush And I ball like swoosh You know I smoke that kush And I ball like swoosh Now how you like me now?\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/La La Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] David-David-David-David-David Banner [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict Man I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries Fuck me, I'm all about \"oui\" like Paris Hilton presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her daddy I am hotter than the Sun-day after Saturday I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See, my style it varies, like drugs in a alley My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes. apparently A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride Oww! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet [Verse 2: Brisco] My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses Hershey's, I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston Oh, and did I mention? I'm fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin' He told me, \"Sip this, and call me in the morning\" Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman In my life, then I got horny [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey Money fuckin' retarded, call it Down Syndrome money My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed sickle cell bread My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock These bitches call me Bling King, I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe Like purchase purses places all them things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Whoa!) I hope you niggas know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper, niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (Okay) [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Let The Beat Build Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Yeah, I see you big bro I'mma kill these niggas man, yeah [Verse 1] Straight off the block with it (Block with it) Eagle Street to be specific (Be specific) I'm peeping at you people different I pay my dues, you keep the difference (Keep the difference) I can see the end in the beginning So I'm not racing, I'm just sprinting 'Cause I don't wanna finish (Wanna finish) They diminish, I replenish Scientific, I'm out this world, ho I wear bright red, like a girl toe No homo, fingernails dirty I've been counting dirty money since twelve thirty (Twelve thirty) AM, weigh them, if they short, take them Right back and spray him, amen Yeah, I just do my Wayne And every time I do it, I do my thing, yeah Believe that, like a true story Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories If I hop out, that'd be suicide No back seats, call that paralyze I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize I mastermind, then go after mine You see I handle mine, I dismantle mine I tote a tool box, bitch, it's hammer time So excuse me as I nail 'em to something I'm just repel 'em, I'mma kill 'em Someone tell 'em, I'mma kill 'em I'm gon' fill 'em up, his momma can't tell 'em And the doctors can't heal 'em I'mma kill 'em and yeah we sell 'em I know you smell 'em And if you want it, you could just yell it And it be in the morning, at your 'telly Whole ki go for twenty, half a ki go for eleven After me there will be nothing I Am Legend, and I Will Smith Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch [Chorus] That's how you let the beat build, bitch Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch Let the beat build, bitch And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, now say [Verse 2] Heh, c’mon Just a snare and a 808 Weezy Baby on the mic, D. O. A OK, I'd like to thank Kanye And my nigga Deezle From giving me this Diesel Like an F-350 Tank never empty Damn everybody in the bank act friendly Used to think my shit didn't stink, boy was I wrong Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone I'mma take it one-two-way back Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap Or the wave pool At Blue Bayou And I waved, fool As I blew by you Hello, hi you I can buy you But I wouldn't try you Feed you to Piru I know what I'm doing I show and prove And show improvement And I know just to go into it Could never amount to going through it Whatever or how you wanna do it We can do it like we late Ay, wait Deezle, let me just get the 808 As I hit the kill switch Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch [Chorus] That's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah [Bridge] That I am the best rapper alive I am the best rapper alive And I will eat you alive Think I'm lyin'? [Verse 3] Damn I'mma get in a nigga chest like a bunch of phlegm Like a fucking ram On the hunt for the lamb I'mma dump 'em, man In a dumpster can You ain't a soldier, ask Uncle Sam Hair nappy like Pam Nigga fuck your plan Fuck your man You ain't a pimp unless you get the same bitch To fuck your man And fuck your clan And all my bitches know that's my plan Oh god damn There's my sam–ple Play it like that's my band Gotta get it cleared Suck my dick with red lipstick and don't let it smear And I got a lot of tattoos, and I meant every tear And I'm still on that street shit Back to the beat bitch [Chorus] That's how you let the beat build, bitch Now what's how you let the beat build, bitch Let the beat build, they say And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, they say\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Lollipop remix Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] No homo I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper Remix, baby! [Verse 1: Kanye West] Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top That hit the spot, 'til she ask \"How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take 'til she get to shop?\" Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze Tell her, \"Girl, like Doritos, that's not yo cheese\" Tell her friends, \"Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay\" I can't only have one and I ain't tryin' to wait This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gonna melt But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else I'ma rap like I got some type of respect for myself I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt Man, the flow so cold chicken soup won't help We need fo' mo' hoes, we need oh-oh-oh-oh! You know what it is when we're outta town We ball in two-seats, and you out of bounds So come here, baby girl You're now fuckin' with the best in the world Lollipop, the best in the world [Chorus: Static Major] She lick me like a lollipop Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper And she gonna lick the rapper And I just wanna act like a porno-flickin' actor I Anita Bake her, now she caught up in the Rapture I got so much chips I swear they call me Hewlett Packard I got so much chips you can have a bag if you're a snacker Greedy motha-fudge cake, now tell me how that fudge tastes I do it for Bloods' sake, soo-woo, think it's voodoo How that roof do di-di-dissipate, your girl wants to participate She so so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain And then my diamonds are in the choir Because they sing from off my chain And my Nina just joined the gang, because all she do is bang Like Ricky Martin, Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr.  Ointment Tell her to make an appointment With Mr.  I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment Take my lollipop and enjoy it [Chorus: Static Major] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps She probably be the odd cookie In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building I flushed out the feelin' of me bein' the shit 'Cause I was leavin' skid marks on everywhere I sit I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-n-Go And I can go anywhere: innie, minnie, miney, mo I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD thing, tape deck IPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'Cause you don't want that late text, that \"I think I'm late\" text So wrap it up! But he's so sweet she wanna lick the wrapper [Chorus: Static Major] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps\n",
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      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Oww! Uh-huh No homo, Young Mula, baby I said, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper So I let her lick the rapper [Chorus: Static Major] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty wanna thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine She even wear her hair down her back like mine I make her feel right when it's wrong like lyin' Man, she ain't never had a love like mine But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers That pussy in my mouth had me lost for words So I told her back it up like, \"burp, burp\" And I made that ass jump like, \"jerp, jerp\" And that's when she [Chorus: Static Major] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty wanna thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit But, shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it like I can't miss And \"he can't do this,\" and \"he don't do that!\" [Chorus: Static Major] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Stat! [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Static Major] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I get her on top, she drop it like it's hot And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham The middle of the bed, givin', gettin' head Givin', gettin' head, givin', gettin' head I said hmm, I like that Said hmm, yeah, I like that I said hmm, yeah, I like that, hmm Call me, so I can come and do it for ya Call me, so I can come and prove it for ya Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya Call me, so I can get it juicy for ya\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Love Me or Hate Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Thank you I've been through it all The fails, the falls I'm like Niagara But I got right back up, like Viagra I am agri-culture Swagger so mean it might insult ya Hah, I'm like an ultra-vulture I fuck around and catapault ya Torture Thought ya parents taught ya? You guys is chocha I'm gone, buenos noches Flow scorcher And I don't even write No author So harder So smarter All about a dollar Like four quarters Oh Father Will tonight be my last? And if so Make sure my kids see my cash And I know I'm solid like an elbow cast And my future will be better than my past Weezy! [Hook] You can love me or hate me I swear it won't make me or break me I'm going wherever the money take me Until they funeral and wake me And don't wake me 'Cause I'm sleeping I'm dreaming I know that there's a better way 'Cause I've seen it, Lord But this faster money is so convenient And I need it Say I need it [Verse 2] I spit movies like a VCR I spit rounds like the Tiki bar And if I got beef I'm the meat cleav-er And I are The illest nigga Martin Luther King died for And I ride for Hollygrove, One-Seven, Eagle Street And I'm higher than an eagle's feet But I believe in me Apple is the cross street I am just an offspring Born in the ghetto That's why I can't let go One call I'll have my dogs on ya like an echo Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle Uh, spit sickle-cell psycho I go Off, like a motherfucking rifle And I'm from The underground baby, like a pipe hole And I will stand tall like light poles Until the light blows [Hook] And you can love me or hate me Baby, I swear it won't make me or break me And I be going wherever the money take me Until they funeral and wake me And don't wake me 'Cause I'm sleeping And I'm dreaming See I'm just hustling Living what I believe in, dog And it's a problem when our homies not eating And I'm greedy I'm greedy [Verse 3] Share my blood Feed my family My flow will have to plead insanity So sick I need Gray's Anatomy Acid, like a bust open battery I'm cool like L. A.  nights I'm tight like ballet tights Ay, Juelz I swear the other day I pissed Cristal These bitches tryna kick it like Juntao I gotta watch my head in the battle I'm just trying to stay ahead of my shadow And I'm floating like a boat and a paddle Alligators and rattlesnakes But I promise I will take a nigga off, like a Saturday Got money to validate I'm icy like carrot cake Different colored diamonds make me look like a salad plate I'm straight out the alleyway It's the nigga ya daddy hate Weezy F.  Baby—great! [Hook] I know they love me then hate me But I'm a G – It won't make me or break me And you can find me wherever the money place me Yeah, until you're riding to the late me And don't wake me 'Cause I'm sleeping And I'm dreaming And me and my Lord got an agreement, y'all And so I thank him every day for my achievements And I'm Weezy I'm Weezy\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Mr. Carter Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that Like colossal Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs) I heard you were lookin' for me Cause Wayne win, and they lose I call 'em April babies, cause they fools And when they snooze, we up! I parallel park In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my Bloods scream \"Soo-woo\" and \"Da-da-doe\" I know my role and I play it well And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there Long hair, don't even care [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came? Show no mercy in Murcielagos I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow Even if you box well, can't stop the blows Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room The dope boy I just came off the spoon Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe I see Euros, that's right: plural I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go (Hey Mr.  Carter) Young! [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro I know, I ride slow, and when I pass They say, \"What up, killa?\" Man, stop bringin' up my past And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z Don't forget Weezy, Baby! [Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir] Hey, Mr.  Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? [Outro: Lil Wayne] And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms.  Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms.  Carter grieve\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Mrs. Officer Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] When I get up all in ya (yeah) We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah) We can see the sunrise before us (yeah) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang (Deezle on the beat) I make it say Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha) I make ya say [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)] Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop I got stopped by a lady cop, haha She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha Cause her uniform fit her so tight She read me my rights She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights She said I have the right, to remain silent Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss And she know I get high, a-bove the law And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets And all she want me to do is fuck the police Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah [Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us (yeah) We can see the sunrise before us (umm) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)] Haha, and after we got done I said \"Lady, what's your number?\" She said \"911\" Hah, emergency only Head doctor perform surgery on me Yeah, and now I'm healed I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels Then I beat it like a cop Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop Hahah! Beat it like a cop Rodney King baby said \"Beat it like a cop\" But I ain't tryna be violent But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless Mrs. [Chorus: Bobby Valentino] When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say Officer Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster I'm wanted by every lady cop all over That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya Hands so big, you thought I told, \"Pull it over\" She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off All you heard over the dispatcher is. [Chorus: Bobby Valentino] When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say [Bridge: Bobby Valentino] Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift Cause it's on tonight Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head And I can't wait to get it on I wanna do it all night long, Mrs.\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Phone Home Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Dre] Phone home! Weezy And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] We are not the same, I am a Martian And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas Lock, load, ready to aim at any target I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target Hip hop is my supermarket Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it And I'll be back in the morning [Chorus: Dre] Phone home! Weezy And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] We are not the same, I am a alien Like Gonzales, young college Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston I'm used to promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut I get bread like cold cuts, you know what? [Chorus: Dre] Phone home! Weezy And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] They don't make 'em like me no more Matter of fact, they never made it like me before I'm rare, like Mr.  Clean with hair No brake lights on my car rear I never had life and I never had fear I rap like I done died and gone to heaven, I swear And yeah, I'm a bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar I am so far from the othars, I meant others I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover [Chorus: Dre] Phone home!\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Playing With Fire Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] So you've got so many diamonds You wear all the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the streets of gold But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire Ha! Momma always told me I was crazy And my hoes say I'm amazing, but I don't listen to a lady But the bitch say I'm hot, and I say \"No bitch, I'm blazing\" Like, what the fuck you expect? I'm a motherfucking Cajun I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doing time I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out—it's fine Like wine; wait, watch. I Kix it No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it Wherever she asks me, after she licks it \"That's too explicit\"; well, why you listening? [Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire Hahahaha! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] They say, \"You're nobody 'til somebody kills you Well, where I'm from, you're nobody 'til you kill somebody And you know what they say: when you great It's not \"murder,\" it's \"assassinate\" So assassinate me, bitch 'Cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, bitch Same balcony, like, \"Assassinate me, bitch!\" It's Lil Tunechi I don't rap, I film movies With my rap, you could call me \"Mr.  Director's Chair,\" yeah, and that's a wrap Cut! [Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] So you've got so many diamonds Hey, pussy, lay pussy You wear all the finest clothes Do what I. . [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle Braveheart, bitch, like the times are medieval Married to the game, divorced the cathedral Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people Forced into evil, it's all in your head It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita 'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya? [Chorus: Betty Wright] But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire!\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Prostitute 2 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "That's right Um, I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you, girl And you won't never have to worry about me, as long as you keep it real Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel and Stay truthful to me and never lie to me And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter. . . yeah Well if you don't then I'll explain [Verse 1] Listen I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel Stay truthful to me and never lie to me And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever You know what I mean yeah Well if you don't then I'll explain You could be Mrs.  Wayne And we could do the damn thang Had to tell my brother Maine I met a girl like you And I ain't never met another girl like you But I know what to do with a girl like you, I do I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute And hit every man that you ever knew See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel And stay true for me and never lie to me And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever You know what I mean yeah Well if you don't then I'll explain See I'd give up the game At the top of the arena there's a jersey with my name, baby What's happening baby? What's happening baby? I know you need to roll with a champion baby And every time I see you I get asthma baby Like *exhales* that's my baby I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute And that you hit every man that you ever knew See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel And stay true for me and never lie to me And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever You know what I mean yeah Uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah-uhh, see cause I ain't the kind that kiss and tell But my man say that he really know you well But I don't care, I wanna know you for my damn self Yeah, and even though Stunna say you scandalous And you're known to go from one man to the next I don't care what he say, no I don't care what he say Because, they can say what they want girl But they will never change my views Cause they would never know you the way that I know you And I'm trying to share to rest of my whole life with you And if it gotta be a down, so be it baby And if your friends can't understand You don't need 'em baby You don't need 'em baby You don't need 'em baby Don't need 'em Guitar. Now lemme hear you say \"I love you baby\" Say \"I love you baby\" [repeat until fade]\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Pussy Monster Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] David Banner on the beat, bitch I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat goo, now can I eat you? [Verse 1] I gotta taste for you, now what you wanna do? Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu Girl, you cold, girl, you cool You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well girl, you food Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew And I just stood over ma stew and just blew And when there's no more of you, in the soup I remove ma spoon and drink your juice If you want to do me, do what cha wanna do And if her job is to blow, you can bet she blue Mic check 1, 2, how about 1, 2 P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue But when I find out, I'm a show and tell you When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you When I swallow ma spit, I could still taste you Put that pussy in ma face every time I face you It goes P-U-S-S-Y Because it's the reason I am alive Momma, I need it to stay alive It's like I gotta eat it just to survive [Chorus] Hi, I'm the Pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? [Verse 2] Now let me get back to her She call me Dracula, and I'll vacuum her Catfish, catfish, dat cat, tuna I'll smack it up flip it like a spatula Lil' Chris said 'Run It' and I tackled ya Baby, can I be the worm in ya apple butt? Now go and back it up, and if you back it up I'll suck the front of dat pussy from da back of ya And I'm a urban legend like a black Acura My taste buds set on a black actress (Actress) I told her act-shun (Action) Da camaras is lookin' And I hope she make me eat ma word cause my words is Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy [Chorus] Yeah, and I'm the Pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? [Verse 3] I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussy Now show me dat pussy Imma show you where to put it And I could make it rain, I'm the hurricane, son Say I could make it rain, wit my hurricane tongue Like lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, lala, lalala, la Imagine if I did dat with your pearl on ma tongue, ha I could make dat pussy talk to me, I could make that thing jump Off of you and walk to me Now walk it out, girl, now walk it out, girl Because it's da reason I am alive And I'm a need it to stay alive It's like I gotta eat it just to survive, ha\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Shoot Me Down Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Open up your hearts people Page one, chapter one Verse motherfucking one Yeah, uh-huh I'm drinking hot tea bitch, feel me [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, now if you let me you won't regret me Shit, if you let me you won't forget me Remember? And if you don't then ponder Hold up, pow-pow, there's a reminder I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna I sweat money and the bank is my shower Haha, and that pistol is my towel Haha, so stop sweating me coward And I would die for ours Ride for hours, supply the flowers This is history in the making Now shut the fuck up and let me make it [Chorus: D.  Smith & (Lil Wayne)] Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher (I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now So am I, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I spit Alcatraz bars, I know And D-boys is the only Alphabet Boys I know Got a . 380 on my waist and Rambo back home No more bandana 'round my dome, bandana in my right pocket Bitch I'm grown, fuck what you on Now watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne And if I jump I'mma fly and look into the eagle's eye And see I am nothing like you, why? Bitch, see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me And if you shootin' for the stars then just shoot me But your bullets don't reach Mars Paws, claws, because, I'm a beast, I'm a dog I'll getcha, my picture should be in the dictionary Next to the definition of \"Definition\" Because repetition is the father of learnin' And son, I know your barrel burnin', but [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Hey, talk to my daddy Papa, I did it to 'em! And I'ma do it again, like nigga backwards These niggas backwards but they behind us Now watch me get high like time's up Nah D, bring the drums back And watch me hit 'em where they lungs at, like that I get respect 'cause if I don't I'mma take it I see your boys hatin' and I see your girls naked Drum, sound like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb Then I pop another clip in and aim at his vision 'Cause Wayne is his vision, 'cause Wayne is the mission I'm aiming at a mirror [Chorus: D.  Smith & Lil Wayne] Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher And I've done it before Please don't make me do it no more Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher Watch me soar Where the fuck is my guitar?\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Talkin About It Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Yeah, OK [Hook] Came in the game as a young'n Signed with Cash Money Pocket full of money Niggas popping shit Always talking 'bout something See ya ass in public It's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talking 'bout it They just talking 'bout it And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it See, where I come from You gotta be about it And if you want it-want it We come and see about it [Verse 1] OK, uh It's Weezy baby, like the last shit A big car and a bad bitch, uhh I'm so fly I need my ass kicked These niggas balling by accident, uhh Keep talking, nigga fuck up your body Send ya home And tell ya mom it was an accident, uhh I'm a G 'til the casket Drop on my glasses, uhh Fast money, I'm the fastest I got that hustler's passion Ya know? Them boys back at the ass-end I'm at the bank tryna cash in [Hook] Came in the game as a young'n Signed with Cash Money Pocket full of money Niggas popping shit Always talking 'bout something See ya ass in public It's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talking 'bout it They just talking' bout it And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it See, where I come from You gotta be about it And if you want it-want it We come and see about it [Verse 2] Yeah There's been a murder Bitch, I make a killing Insurance papers in the safe Money in the ceiling I got a pillowcase full of pistols Come through a nigga house And aim at the pillows Yeah, wake up, wake up Fuckin with them boys You could wake up taped up Ya dig? Now go on, drink that lake up Stick him in the trunk And let him feel that bass pump Ahah, these niggas is nuts Man, that M-14 leave you physically fucked Hah, these niggas is ducks Well you could call me Scrooge Cause I'm swimming in bucks Bitch [Hook] Came in the game as a young'n Signed with Cash Money Pocket full of money Niggas poppin shit Always talking 'bout somethin' See ya ass in public It's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talking 'bout it They just talkin bout it And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it See, where I come from You gotta be about it And if you want it-want it We come and see about it [Verse 3] Too hot, too cold I'm red hot, blue cold I knock ya melon out ya fruit bowl All my guns black I got true soul And I call my coupe a Black Panther Blatt-llatt-llatt That's the gat anthem And if a nigga play with family, for that matter I'mma smoke so many niggas I'mma catch cancer And if I step up out this Benzo You know I'm coming with a gun Like a Nintendo They soft Them niggas falling when the wind blow And I'm rolling up my window Fuck 'em! [Hook] Came in the game as a young'n Signed wit Cash Money Pocket full of money Niggas poppin shit Always talking bout somethin See ya ass in public It's a whole 'nother subject Man, they just talkin bout it They just talkin bout it And I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it See, where I come from You gotta be about it And if you want it-want it We come and see about it\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Tie My Hands Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, some say tragedy's hard to get over But sometimes that tragedy means it's over Soldier, from the academy league of rollers I deny being down though they seem to hold us My shoulders are strong, I prove 'em wrong I ain't doing nothing but moving on, let the truth be known But they talked that freedom at us And didn't even leave a ladder, damn [Verse 2: Robin Thicke] I work at the corner store We all got problems, problems No one's gonna fly down low No one's gonna save us now How you feel you're not alone We're all just jealous, jealous We don't reach the sky no more We just can't overcome, no [Chorus: Robin Thicke] You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I, knock on the door, hope isn't home Fate's not around, the luck's all gone Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right And I'mma tell you what's life, and did you know I lost everything? But I ain't the only one First came the hurricane, then the morning sun Excuse me if I'm on one And don't trip if I light one, I walk a tight one They tryna tell me keep my eyes open My whole city underwater, some people still floating And they wonder why black people still voting Cause your president still choking Take away the football team, the basketball team And all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit No governor, no help from the mayor Just a steady beating heart and a wish and a prayer Let's pray [Verse 4: Robin Thicke] These friends they come and go But I got family, family These kids so fast they grow They learn so quickly now That there's nowhere to go That there's no future, future Don't make this here so low And we can't overcome, no [Chorus: Robin Thicke] You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Yeah, and if you come from under that water then there's fresh air Just breathe, baby, God's got a blessing to spare Yes, I know the process is so much stress But it's the progress that feels the best Cause I came from the projects straight to success, and you're next So try, they can't steal your pride, it's inside Then find it and keep on grinding Cause in every dark cloud, there's a silver lining, I know [Chorus: Robin Thicke] You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, born right here in the USA But due to tragedy looked on by the whole world as a refugee So accept my emotion Do not take it as an offensive gesture It's just the epitome of my soul and I must be me We got spirit y'all, we got spirit We got soul y'all, we got soul They don't want us to see, but we already know\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/Whip It Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ok, you ain't new shit It's Weezy F Baby like a newborn bitch You ain't know shit I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch Pimpin over here And I ain't Santa Claus But I can make it reindeer Money out the ass Yeah money out the rear Weezy at the plate I could bunt it out of here Safe as a mother fucker Ain't no safety button on this mother fucker Where's the safe mother fucker That's the case Stop the judge of Weezy F the F for fury Hang 12 witnesses That's what I call a hung jury Brung Jerry Bling Bling I made that and I don't even say that As much as judges say that That's way back Boy you should catch up It must of been mine, theys Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep I don't save 'em I slave 'em They want weezy f I bad grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em I serenade 'em 100 on the jaw 100 on the arm Rings so thick I can't even make a fist Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this Yeah, and I just do my wayne And every time I do it I do my thang I do it [do it] How I do it [do it] I do it [do it, do it, do it] I do it [ do it, do it, do it] I do it how I do it and I do it everyday I do it how I do it and I do it everyday I do it how I do it when I do it everyday I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckin' slave Yes I whip it like a slave, yes I whip it like a slave I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckin' slave Yep I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckn' slave Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it I beat that block x4 I beat that block like it mis-behaved Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave I whip it. [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Kunta Kinte on my shit nigga Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner But I ate a plate of loot for dinner I'm in the garden selling fruit to sinners Like apple's to Shaq Hey big spender And do remember Just like Brenda 2 grand still get you four and a baby I'm a kill 'em when I drop like I'm holding a baby Weezy F, the F is for don't Forget the Baby And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan And if you're Manning up you better show me you're Peyton But you pussies ain't ballin' no Sanaa Lathan Bricks get shipped Bricks get cut Dr Carter Nip and Tuck Yeah but you could call me Wayne Now watch me and my chain gang [Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it I whip it, I beat that block x4] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yes it's me bitches Duece Bigalow on these He-bitches (cough cough) Flu flow Flyer then bird coupe like a two door What do you know I know the streets bitch And this is my toilet And you can eat shit Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin' out We mashin out We Young Mula I got that 12 guage Don't make me 1, 2 ya 345 train bitch soo woo If you ain't on my train bitch choo choo Like you got my dick in your mizouth And I'm a do me bitch with you or without Shit I'm always right sometimes And from the top everybody look 1'9 And I'm 2'much The numbers don't lie And if they stop making cadillacs I swear I'm gon' die And if the weed man ain't got no more onions I'm a cry And if if was a fifth, then I'd rather drink wine [Verse 4] Shit. I'm a take my time Now am I crazy or just lazy Cause I'm tired of ballin darlin And I roll with my riders like it's a harley bar And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party P. S dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets I'm an X-Man bitch and I ain't talkin marvel comics I'm a. . Put the dirty dishes in the sink No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank I spit like backwash, Sasquatch No back talk, I act lost But I bet that money find me Your jewelry telling jokes man You got them funny diamonds I got them sunny diamonds I got them money problems Like Christopher Wallace Fuck bitches Get money Young money\n",
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      "Tha Carter III/You Aint Got Nuthin Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmatian doggy deep (yes) And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (c'mon) Kermit, you better think before you ribbit Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit, but given I'm at your crib, it's Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp Cause your boy just stay above the game They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim Go 'head, nigga, say another name Take this family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with this Keenan Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in My Little Man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna Forty Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yes!) I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Uhh, I get money like a muhfucka Shades darker than a bitch but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Ohh, I'm gettin' money like a muhfucka Yeah, money you ain't never see Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] I'm on the grind 'til the police come With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb Or, I let that semi twirl you, now you can follow the drip 'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jheri curl ya (ooh) Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents, please My young boys wildin' for respect Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep!) My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messin' with I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (ill!) She told me you be beastin', you be checkin' for the burns So I gave her knee pads for the rug (haha!) It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Get you, 3, 4-get you Like the number after 1, I'mma get me 2 It's Weezy F. -U, now you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends, Mercedes Maybach, grey-black And I got a 44.  and a 'K, like eight stacks Fuck your city and your town, I state facts Take that! rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt You've ever seen, or heard, Car-ter, Har-vard, y'all scared Not me, not I, call me Young Popeye Tell Bluto I'm a nuno, I bring RAL to your funeral Damn I mean funeral, funerol, you say tomato, I say tomahto You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em Man, you better keep payin me cause you don't want my problems I be wildin' like Capital One, what is in your wallet? Weezy, I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass I kick that shit now gon' put it in the trash (Deezle!)\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Harry Belafonte] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You no wan' start Weezy ‘cause the 'F' is for finisher So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted ‘cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin—what a fuckin' family picture You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds; fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish [Chorus: Harry Belafonte] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] (I'm goin' back in…) Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up; call it self-defense Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world; that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall; outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money Paper chasin', tell that paper, \"Look, I'm right behind ya\" Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean Get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you nigga's the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these niggas out they mind I done told these fuck niggas so many times That I keep them bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love Keep throwin' my sign in the middle Hit 'em up, piece on my side ‘Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Abortion Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] I, I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, oh me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker, yeah! [Chorus] I, I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah) I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker We in the belly of the beast, yeah And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn [Verse 1] Uhh, I woke up this morning, dick rock hard Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award You can save your bullshit on your memory card If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed Jumped on the celly, called Makaveli He say he was gravy, I say I was jelly Looked in the mirror, said \"You's an ill nigga\" Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to But I just built a house on I Don't Give a Fuck Avenue [Chorus] I, I see you with your palms in your pants (haha!) [Verse 2] Uhh, down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed Life is a gamble, better check the point spread And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds Uh, smoking on that hallelujah, thank you Jesus Help me focus on the future and not the previous Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees Underground shit, I see myself as a seed Living in the glass, and everybody's looking But how can you get the picture if you don't know who took it? This current affairs, but who the hell cares? Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared [Bridge] And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there [Chorus] And I, see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker I know your name.\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Blunt Blowin Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Yeah, I put my shades on [Verse 1] I live it up like these are my last days If time is money, I'm an hour past paid Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the lines Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah [Chorus] And I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga [Verse 2] Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches All about my riches, my name should be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors Life is a choice, and death is a decision Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two dots Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting Eastside, MOB Piru Damu [Hook] I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga [Verse 3] Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker [Hook] I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga [Outro] I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home It's Young Mula, baby\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/How To Hate Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: T-Pain] She owes me everything and she knows it I've seen all the scenes in this movie, and she blows it at the end She keeps talking to me, cause she knows that I'm a friend But I can't keep hearing it over and over again I was the one that you came to When you broke up with your boyfriend, man, fuck him Girl I was the one, that told you fuck them other niggas And you still went and fucked them other niggas Most people learn from the bad things I hope that you learn and don't crash and burn in the fast lane But if you read this letter then you caught me This should explain all the ways that you taught me [Hook: T-Pain] How to hate a bitch that owe you everything At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things So don't you call me talking bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And I don't love them hoes But don't fuck up with Wayne cause when it \"Waynes\" it pours No really, I'm on my \"fuck that bitch\" shit You used to be the shit, but now you ain't shit, bitch I had a red bone, but she be tripping though All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon toed She used to always say, fuck my niggas And when I went to jail, she fucked my niggas Well, I guess I'm single for the night And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night And if I sound mad, then you caught me But this shit explains that you're the one that taught me [Hook: T-Pain] How to hate a bitch that owe you everything At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things So don't you call me talking bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Coconut Ciroc Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot I'm over the bitch, and she over the top They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock Well, and I wish I never met ya And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better And all I had to do was put two and two together But that just makes four, but not forever, damn So much for being the perfect couple I put in overtime, I was working doubles I wish you the best, good luck boo Weezy F, for \"Fuck you\" [Bridge: T-Pain] No ain't nothing going on Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home Get away from here girl, I'm so glad you're gone This is the last song I'm writing for you Now I see how you can be I don't want you 'round you me all you do is down me girl How many years I tried to get ya Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cause girl done taught me [Hook: T-Pain] How to hate a bitch that owe you everything At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things So don't you call me talking bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/How To Love Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Cut the music up A little louder [Chorus: Lil Wayne] You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in a corner trying put it together How to love, how to love For a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body Like you never had a love, never had a love [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] When you was just a young’un, your looks were so precious But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing But you can’t have a man look at you for five seconds Without you being insecure You never credit yourself, so when you got older It seems like you came back ten times over Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder [Chorus: Lil Wayne] See you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in a corner tryning put it together How to love, how to love For a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body Like you never had a love, never had a love [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions But it wasn’t your fault, wasn't in your intentions To be the one here talking to me, be the one listening But I admire your poppin' bottles and dippin' Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping Baby, so don’t be mad, nobody else trippin' You see a lot of crooks and crooks still crook [Chorus: Lil Wayne] You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in this corner tryna put it together How to love, how to love For a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body Like you never had a love, never had a love [Bridge: Lil Wayne] See I just want you to know that you deserve the best You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful Yeah, and I want you to know You’re far from the usual, far from the usual [Chorus: Lil Wayne] You see you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in this corner trying put it together How to love, how to love See you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love, how to love You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in this corner trying put it together How to love, how to love\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/I got Some Money On Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes I don’t be politicin', I’m not political Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenneth Cole My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio Bitch, eat somethin', I don’t like skinny hoes I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe I’m a dog bitch: B-I-N-G-O I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, you skipped class nigga Tell her bust that pussy open, bend it over bring it back Get some brain out that ho and call that ho a \"brainiac\" [Hook: Lil Wayne] I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenny Cole I’m a dog bitch: bingo Every bad bitch love me, I’m Young Money Tell em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me And my niggas got the guns, they're aimin' at your skully Tell them: \"pop that pussy for me\" Pop that pussy for me ! [Birdman] Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds 1 hundred [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] If you a bad bitch, say \"fuck them other hoes!\" I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose I like a pink pussy, just like a bunny nose And we are Young Money, the untouchables I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt Shoot ‘em in his head, he dead before he collapse Young Money we the crap, no salary cap Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes If you a bad bitch, say fuck them other hoes I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga Them niggas can’t see me, but I see through them niggas And fuck the police, on or off duty nigga [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I’m on some other shit, I’m stuntin' on them hoes Bitch I’m smokin' pot, like I’m on the stove I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Hollygrove Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of gold Boy, you thin crust, fuckin' Dominoes I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical We do it real big, astronomical I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo Now get it poppin for a nigga, show me what you’re workin' with I’m fly as a mothafucker bitch, no turbulence Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies I’m lookin' for a head doctor for some brain surgery Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo 50 shots in a chopper, break em off proper You niggas can’t see me, fuck yo binoculars I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca I’m runnin' this shit, I don’t even need blockers [Birdman] Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill Bitch we the bidness, 5-star gangsta, moola, crazy\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/I like the View Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn't home so I settled for better I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like \"Hey, I like the view from here!\" I'm so high I can't see you from here Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho [Verse 1] God bless the world, and most people in it It's anybody's game, but nobody's winning Mona Lisa smile, that bitch barely grinning Take you off the face of the Earth like a blemish We went from Boyz to Menace, Menace II Society Now we get higher, call that shit karate Blame it on the money, the money is the bad guy Smoke so much good, I don't even have a bad side Yeah, I got a pussy hangover Bitches eat me up like my name is Russell Stover Murder the perception, make 'em get it right If I'm flirting with perfection, I'm fucking her tonight I'm a Southerner's delight, Louisiana pride The belly of the beast, it ate me alive Tell them bitches they'll never take me alive And today I took a walk outside and. . . [Chorus] I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn't home so I settled for better I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like \"Hey, I like the view from here!\" I'm so high I can't see you from here Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho [Verse 2] Uh, and we all kiss our mamas Cause promises are broken but tomorrow isn't promised Think I'm gettin' sick, I'm feelin' illegal And not having money is the root of all evil Life is a midget, so try to live it up It's Dr.  Carter, bitch, I got this shit nipped and tucked If these walls could talk, they probably won't shut up I need some wallpaper before they start to fuss Yeah, pick up the phone and call your bluff Human growth hormone, now my pockets all buff I don't think about the future, it comes soon enough Motherfucker, I don't shoot ya; bitch, I shoot ya up I ain't like these niggas, I don't like these niggas I just roll another joint, like Spike Lee, nigga And I woke up this morning, got the coal out my eyes And then I took a walk outside and. [Chorus] I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn't home so I settled for better I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like \"Hey, I like the view from here!\" I'm so high I can't see you from here Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Interlude Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Carter IV, it's on Yeah, it sound like that Lil', man, they be like \"Wayne That nigga right over there, that nigga's from another planet\" Cut the weed, pop-pop Insanity shit, niggas from this planet can't see U-u-u-u-uhh [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Hot's what it is, watch what the kid drops I'ma get the prop if you're not with the biz Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib So hatin' motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs Off of the thizz, but I'm boss It don't matter what the cost When I live right across from the Wiz Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid Leavin' nothin' but mothers stuck and plus a coffin to give What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder Lil Weezy cookin' and I'm a server Further, that's what I'ma get doing this Remember when eating Gerber Mama said to kill 'em all and I heard her Thank you Baby for what became Lil Wayne He's gettin' all the people knowin' that Strange in the game I been really able to hang in the fame But when he shouted my name, it's been a change in my lane I'm a Klusterfuk and lovin' nothin' but to get your brain And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut And take a nigga's dame with no shame Really be bussin' up, they thinkin' they thuggin' tough But never do knuckle up, you in the gang, you bang You drug and touchin' every thang, you lame Sucka, you cannot sustain the reign Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this Ballin' nigga, Strange Music, crew threw swishes I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is Well, you listenin' to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo bidness [Verse 2: André 3000] Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black I tell a nigga, \"All those flows are borrowed\" It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles No car doors, whatcha call those? AA whole carload, of raw hoes In a Jeep Defender Please remember, don’t feed the Simba Three’s assembled like nobody He's a symbol of what's safari Pulled her ponytail to my body She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough To call me 'Mr. Benjamin' in the middle of a wild party Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder How come the only girls that are thought of Are the light ones? Well tonight then We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones It’s important that you are more than Welcome to Tha Carter IV and Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Intro C4 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse] Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still running shit, I’m on my cardio Boy I’m going in, like my water broke Suicide note, suicide doors I put in overtime, like a tied score Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours And the weed loud, like a lion's roar Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller No music on, rock it acapella And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am Young Money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune I left the bullshit in the waiting room Straight to the money, no short cuts Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes I’m from eagle street, I go Hercules I get on the beat, murder 1st degree YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked This the best worst feeling And nigga if I die I die a death worth living This that text book G shit I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off Life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone C4, Mr.  Carter’s home!\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/It's Good Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: John Miles] You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the crown of a king on his throne When you’re chained in the dark all alone? [Verse 1: Jadakiss] I’m real as they come, I follow the rules I’m still in the hood but I probably should move Made enough money, I don’t fuck around I just felt they needed me so I stuck around Feds got my man, shit is real son 'Cause my godson just became my real son Think life is a game but all you get is a turn You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn Kush in the air, I’m pushin' the gears Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear If it ain't right, I don’t sign the deal Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill Gasoline, propane Ain't no salary cap in the dope game Ain't no collective bargainin' on cocaine So in other words, nigga, do your thing [Verse 2: Drake] Mind in one place, heart in another Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas Who don't have your heart in your rap shit And got too fuckin' comfy 'Cause we still fuckin' hungry, Young Money, got the munchies Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded They tellin’ lies about me, aw yeah, I must've made it Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole Three visits later, I went and did it major So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out And then November came, they let my nigga out [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, oh my goodness This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish you would bitch Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder Two Glock . 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems Swimmin’ in the money, I'ma need some fuckin' goggles It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em I just came home, shit done got real, ho Lil' Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal ho I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money Kidnap your bitch, get that \"how-much-you-love-your-lady\" money I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga I'm a grown-ass Blood, stop playin' with me Play asshole and get an ass whippin’ I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin I lay 'em down, Tempurpedic This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season I give you the business, bitch this a business meetin' My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.  Ouija Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/John Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Sample] \"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy\" 44 bulldog—my motherfuckin' pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, \"Fetch\" I’m fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth, and ass—call that bitch triple-threat When I was in jail, she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death Top down, it’s upset Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don’t sleep, so Weezy can’t rest And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Big black nigga in a icey watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Count the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick 'em off they might be hot, swish! I’m swimming in a yellow bitch in the red 911 looking devilish (Haha!) Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah!) Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes Well connected got killers off in Chicago [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Talk stupid, get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I’m Redd Foxx Big B’s, Red Sox, I get money to kill time, dead clocks You fucking with a nigga who won’t give a fuck Empty the clip then roll the window up Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum 200 thou' on a chain, I don’t need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E, five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga You know the rules, kill them all and keep moving If I died today, it’d be a holiday, hanh [Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne] I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, so don’t make it come alive Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go \"Bang!\" Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny, momma only son be bakin' cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m Santa Claus Niggas gather round, got gifts for each and all of y’all Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up It’s a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up [Outro: Lil Wayne] I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, yeah\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Megaman Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Faded off the Kush, I'm gone Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel Tunechi in this bitch, nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, nigga Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing shit Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary Whoa, nigga, die slow, nigga For dear life you're holding on, En Vogue, nigga Unload, nigga, reload, nigga Tools on deck, Home Depot, nigga Well, if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger Yeah, and all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner Everyday, I go so hard and work my ass off I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball It's Carter IV [Interlude] Yeah! Ugh! I'm going back in, man Yeah [Verse 2] We get fuck y'all money, how you wanna play it? That AK sleep on the side of my bed That's one eye closed, one eye open Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with It's a crazy world, and life is shorter than Bushwick Young Money, man, we got this shit by a land slide Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass like a tampon Uptown shit, wet the whole party Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey The heater I'ma tuck her, Tuck-er like De-lores That's my word, word like the-saurus I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord Fear nobody, but God almighty Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me Forget the bullshit and remember me\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Mirror Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Uh, with everything happening today You don't know whether you're coming or going, but You think that you're on your way Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Woah, look at me when I'm talking to you You looking at me but I'm looking through you I see the blood in your eyes I see the love in disguise I see the pain hidden in your pride I see you're not satisfied And I don't see nobody else I see myself, I'm looking at the [Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] Mirror on the wall (Woah) Here we are again (Yeah) Through my rise and fall (Uh) You've been my only friend (Yeah) You told me that they can Understand the man I am So why are we here Talking to each other again? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, I see the truth in your lies I see nobody by your side But I'm with you when you're all alone And you correct me when I'm looking wrong I see the guilt beneath the shame I see your soul through your window pane I see the scars that remain I see Wayne, I'm lookin' at the. [Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] Mirror on the wall Here we are again (Yeah) Through my rise and fall (Uh-huh) You've been my only friend (My only friend) You told me that they can Understand the man I am (They can't understand) So why are we here (Misunderstood) Talking to each other again? [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Looking at me now I can see my past Damn, I look just like my fucking dad Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors I even look good in a broken mirror I see my mama smile, that's a blessing I see the change, I see the message And no message coulda been any clearer So I'm starting with the man in the. [Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that) Here we are again Through my rise and fall (Uh) You've been my only friend (Take 'em to Mars, man) You told me that they can Understand the man I am So why are we Talking to each other again? (Uh) Mirror on the wall (Woah) Here we are again (Yeah) Through my rise and fall You've been my only friend (Any questions?) You told me that they can (I come to you) Understand the man I am (You always have the answer) So why are we here Talking to each other again? [Outro: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] Mirror on the wall Hey B. P, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time So why are we Talking to each other again?\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Nightmares of The Bottom Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly until you swat ‘em But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin' roses We in the same picture but we all got different poses Now I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow down, and I get rear-ended Pause, like a red light, I’m dead right Highway to Heaven, God, do you see my headlights? They say you don’t know what you’re doing 'til you stop doing it Well, call me clueless 'cause I do this Attention all shooters: I’m a shooting star Life is a course, and I'ma shoot for par Searching for today, instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back, man, I’ll see what I find tomorrow Young Money, CMR, Blood like a scar Weezy F.  Baby and the \"F\" ain't for \"Flaw\" [Interlude] Uh, uh Yep, yep Yep, yep [Verse 2] It's like I have it all, but I don't have to worry Married to the money, a true love story Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury Nothing standing in my way like nothing's my security Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me If I knew I was going to jail, I would have fucked my attorney If you sleeping on me, nigga, then I hope you toss and turnin' I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah Now what we doin' with it? Keep opening your grill, I'm barbecuin' with it I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwin' with it Some say this game is a joke, well I hope they get it Okay, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point Yeah, the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice I'm a gangsta by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser And don't call me \"Sir,\" call me \"Survivor\" [Interlude] Uh, yeah Uh, haha And they go \"yep, yep\" Yep, yep [Verse 3] Uh, call me \"Killer\" 'cause I make a killin' I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon That's them twin Glocks, you can call them siblings And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin' I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell I let them be, 'cause you know how the sting’ll feel Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail And I fuck up any track: train derail Know how to roll, never need training wheels And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills Uh, all or nothing or nothing else I bleed reality, I should cut myself Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth And the \"F\" is for \"Fuck yourself\" [Outro] Uhh, yeah And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin' this air And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer I’m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear Weezy F.  Baby and the \"F\" ain’t for \"Fear,\" uh\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Novacane Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Raindrops from the clouds Sun lights up the sky Hummingbirds do fly [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ooh girl, I love you so Good lord almighty, I’m in love with a whitey I call her Aphrodite, I call her when I need her And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding Life is just like moving mountains When I can’t cope, I’m hittin’ that slope That great white hope, and it ain't no pressure I can’t feel nothing, but I never felt better Hmm, but you were just no good for me Killin’ me softly, that girl is poison Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow Just so you know [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I’ll do it all again if I had the chance Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) Like novacane [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] You used to make me feel so good Like I was on top of the World Sorry I gotta stay away from ya But that's what the doctor prefered My Friends told me leave you alone And I just told 'em leave me alone It's sad our thing had to end The relationship was short and sweet, Nia Long And I see her in the streets But I can't bring her home Man, I was on her line all day, no phone Hah. No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana And truth is. . [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I’ll do it all again if I had the chance Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) Like novacane [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Sweet sugar hill, yeah I used to climb her I never imagined she'd turn out to be but a cheap thrill That sweet turned to sour, she gave me power The world was ours I used to feel invincible on that flour But I had to change, Yeah, I had to change So I left it for a bitch named Mary Jane Now everything's cool, everything's fine Girl, I'm moving on, I left you behind Every now and then you pop up on my mind I might fuck you one last time, cause [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I’ll do it all again if I had the chance Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) Like novacane [Outro] Raindrops from the clouds Sun lights up the sky Hummingbirds do fly\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Outro Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say \"who that?\" Big Bun Beeda but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand Get out my mix, man, just gon' get you stuck Deeper in the quicksand with no easy fix, man (damn) No tricks, man, those is for kids Kush in my cigar and hoes in the crib Drank and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge You fuckin' with P. A.  so you know what it is I'm sittin on the fours that clack Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs Said we do it for the Pimp so no holding back, let's go! [Verse 2: Nas] Look who crept in, crept-crept in Look-look who crept in, look-look who L-l-l-look who crept in with automatic weapons Reppin' QB 'til the death of him That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants Like Kanye West and Em Track record, goes back to the Essence Smack adolescents who ask who the best is I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's intestines I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast Gut 'em like a gastric bypass But ya Nas advocates actors seem To get typecast in the same role Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow Cocaine white Range Rov' Tats on my body like an art exhibit I did real good for a project nigga Was once a Bacardi sipper Now it's Chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers Guns in compartments hidden I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga Blessings, bowed down, respected Chowed down, now my food's digested Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs That'll bust louder than the noise that I just spit Let's get one thing straight That my crown ain't for testing, testing Chop heads off like King Henry the Eighth Guillotine to your neck, bitch I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb Been in this shit since '91 Niggas can't fuck with the style I use Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum Calm now, was a wildin' dude Studied Taoism and made power moves Watched Wild Planet, seen lions devour food You can say that's how I move A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas But yo, my nigga Wayne Let them niggas hate, 'cause like my nigga Drake say \"We ain't got time to respond to niggas\" [Verse 3: Shyne] I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street Poverty and desperation made me everything I be I'm a shotta when I pop up with them poppers, burn ya block up Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham Word to Poppa, Blood, Bl-Blood gang, five It’s that Blood gang five but green is the bottom line I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fire They actin' like they ain’t gon' die, until I let them 'llamas fly Flatbush to Bed Do-or-Die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want Cash Money is the company, and Weezy the boss! Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable! They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end That’s when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth Got 'em sayin' \"There he goes again!\" See now, they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything Now let me dominate it, nigga run And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place Ain’t no fakin’, ain’t no kind of mistaking How I be breakin' up everything And be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!) You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch! Okay, now enough of that, see now I’m out the door Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with \"Tha Carter IV\"\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/President Carter Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] God bless america. - Carter, are you prepared to take the constitutional oath? - Will you place your left hand on the Bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me, I. . [Chorus] President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter [Verse 1] Sitting on the world, I got life in my hand So these days I try to think twice when I can Money on my mind as God as my witness Love don't live here and it don't even visit I do this for my Uptown politicians Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin' Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss 'em Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms Uh, detrimental on any instrumental I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals I'm beneficial, I've been official I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu I like my short cake shorter Ain't no motherfucker harder than [Chorus] President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter President Carter, Pre-President Carter [Verse 2] Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances Your family tree, I will break branches Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes The future is born, put the past in the casket If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard Uh, appetite for disaster I want a full plate then another plate after Uh, yesterday just died Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives When shit get deep I'm never afraid to dive Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office I changed the stars on the flag into crosses [Interlude] Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah [Verse 3] Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga Reality’s a bitch and I'mma dance with her 140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while Uh, and we all want world peace Murder show, I give your ass good seats Shit, I'm much more than a good speech [Outro] Gorillas in suits The holy war, the spiritual troops Fighting over the mythical truth Drowning in the political soup They shoot missiles and nukes Taking out such a pivotal group The body count is the physical proof And they thought drugs were killing the youth, [chuckles] Thank you, thank you all, I am President Carter\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/She Will Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Young Money! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I tell her, \"Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga!\" I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness What goes around comes around like a hula hoop Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet I tried to pay attention but attention paid me Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap I rock to the beat of my drum set I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit Now jump up on that dick and do a full split! [Hook: Drake] Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And looked back and told me, \"Baby, it's real. \" I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here Baby, you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won't, ugh But shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will, she will, she will, ugh Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will (Ugh) Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now She will [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I tell her, \"Now go and pop that pussy for me!\" Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me And you could take it to the bank and deposit that Put your two cents in and get a dollar back Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine Eat her 'til she cry—call that \"wine 'n' dine\" Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses They say, \"Choose wisely,\" that's why I was chosen Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off Now, I like my house big and my grass soft I like my girl face south and her ass north But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit Now hop up on that dick and do a full split! [Hook: Drake] Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And looked back and told me, \"Baby, it's real. \" I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel I wish we could take off And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal ‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will Do it for the realest niggas In the fuckin' game right now, she will Do it for the realest niggas In the fuckin' game right now, she will Maybe for the money and the power And the fame right now, she will Do it for the realest niggas In the fuckin' game right now, she will\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/So Special Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: John Legend] Oohh, ooh So special, you're so special So special, you're so special Oohh, ooh So special, you're so special So special, you're so special [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, boy shorts, wife beater Now let me see it, I'm a sightseer She was sleeping on me, but she's a light sleeper I make her cum first, then I follow the leader I talk shit, I hope it matters We climax, without the ladder Can't desert the future, no Nevada Her body is a weapon, ratatat her I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel And when we finish, I swear that pussy said thank you I said, \"You're Very Welcome\" I'm so well mannered And I go down south, Louisiana [Chorus: John Legend] Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special, so special,so special, so special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special, so special,so special, so special) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back And if she kick it off, I'ma run it back And then she say my name, like I forgot it She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt Love be the pilot, but it's kamikaze Yeah, body language, girl let's talk about it Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast Open her up like a book, read it and weep [Chorus: John Legend] Baby won't you spend the night, uh Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special, so special,so special, so special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special, so special,so special, so special) So special [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E You know them other niggas ain't me Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya I, put it together, common denominator I tear it up like loose leaf paper I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse See we don't even fuck no more, we make love And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds Cause she my honey bee, yeah, buzz buzz And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug [Chorus: John Legend] Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special, so special,so special, so special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special, so special,so special, so special) (Girl I got that 12 play for ya) (So special girl, so special to me)\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Two Shots Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Verse 1] Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around, propellers Money Over Bitches, M. O. B, goodfellas Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin' love letter If I ain't a trendin' topic, I'm a fuckin' trend-setter, I'm on [Chorus] Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever Man, it's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Verse 2] If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican I ain't on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain Pay me no mind but I don't have change I cock back and aim at your membrane Broad day, no mask, close range [Bridge] You can get two shots from wherever, two shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever [Verse 3] Your bullshit is stinkin' up the place Me no tek bad up, me a done de place Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base I make her cum so many times, call her \"nutcase\" It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off Give me them three holes, bowlin' ball Two shots of whatever Keep them bitches cummin' and she gon' do whatever [Chorus] Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Outro] Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever\n",
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      "Tha Carter IV/Up Up and Away Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] I'm about to go, up up and away Dick in your mouth, fuck what you say You sweet as pie, a muffin or cake Dick in her mouth, I'm fuckin' her face Live for the night, sleep in the day Get high as fuck, sleep it away I am a dog, you sheep in the gate Pussy, mmm, how sweet is the taste Gun to your head, what you keep in the safe? Weezy, bitch, I'm deeper than space Floating away like a leaf on the lake I'm gone, like delete and erase Talk that shit, I walk that shit Pills, weed, all that shit If the bitch is bad, I'mma call that bitch Get pussy, ass, all that shit Umh, what they talking about? I go hard, they soft as a couch I'm running 'em in and walking 'em out Cars so cold I parked in the house Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant Flow so tight, it's yeast infected Kill 'em all when they least expect it Money tall, Lisa Leslie YMCMB connection Rappers is what I eat for breakfast Woman up in my sheets is sexy If she ain't fucking, she can exit Gun tucked in the waist, I'll bust in ya face I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away [Hook] Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days [Interlude] Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going? [Verse 2] Ain't this a bitch I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch You're lucky I don't kill your ass But you can still get pistol whipped Sharper than a pencil tip Bitch don't even fix your lip 40 cal' with the extended clip Ain't gon' be no incident Skinny jeans, red Vans Skully on, money long Her mouth is like my house So I guess you can say I'm coming home You're wyling out then we're riding out Now your hiding out, honeycomb I'm laughing to the bank Like I just broke my fucking funny bone What's really good five? I'm over here smoking that really good fire Eyes so low I look blind But the stove on my waist cook fine I be with niggas that took lives And niggas that'll take it outside And niggas that'll take it to your crib Take the baby out the crib and rape housewives I'm gon' get so wasted They gon' have to carry me out this bitch I took over this rap shit These rappers are just my hostages Let's cut to the chase, my bitch no habla ingles But I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away [Hook] Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days [Verse 3] Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga Straps on deck, so fuck that nigga Leave you looking like lightning struck that nigga Racks on deck, I'm rich as shit I'm calling my bitch the shit Walking around on my fuck it shit I done did everything on my bucket list Fuck that shit, I'm Superbad I don't give a Hoover damn Man, I son all these niggas They should have a stupid tan Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne Sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change I'm pumping your brakes, I'm jumping the gates And I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away [Outro] Up up and away (Up up and away) Up up and away (Up up and away) Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Come here, I might need you You're gonna have to tickle me or something I need to smoke a cigarette\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Can't Be Broken Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Thomas Troelsen] You cannot break down what can't be broken Out of all the rankless, I was chosen When all of the lights, they get low And all of the curtains, they close You cannot break down what can't be broken [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] They can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable They scared to face the truth because they hate the view They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose Should I throw up the deuce or should I wave the deuce? In 1982, my momma taped me to a space shuttle Say, now I'm raising you and ain't no baby food Unless you go and take the neighbors' food And be afraid of who, I made the loot When money went from army green to navy blue I said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proof Sometimes feel like my head a screw, twisted like tornadoes too Man, I'ma need some Krazy Glue Her walls is what I'm breaking through Her nails, she gone break a few You can never break me down, and I can't hit the brakes for you (errr!) [Chorus: Thomas Troelsen] You cannot break down what can't be broken Out of all the rankless, I was chosen (Yeah) When all of the lights, they get low (Low) And all of the curtains, they close (They close) You cannot break down (You can't) what can't be broken [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code We bros (Can't be broken) We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes G-code (Can't be broken) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I ain't finna break or fix the brakes You emulate, I'm laughing in your face Now fix your face, I can't disintegrate, 'cause I facilitate a mil' a day For like a million days At least the bills are paid, the children safe Want to get away? No, I'm here to stay I'm really great, but don't discriminate 'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty face You stickin' out your chest, your titties fake Don't make me pick your fate I'm pickin' out a mate, she get replaced The heart was built to break I'm smoking icky, watching Ricki Lake I got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow case My killers straight, let's do some Q&A You saw the news today Got news to break and rules to break It hurt to say, they want to get Lil Tune to break It's worth the wait, commercial break [Chorus: Thomas Troelsen] You cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code) Out of all the rankless, I was chosen When all of the lights, they get low And all of the curtains, they close You cannot break down what can't be broken (Uhh) [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code We bros (Can't be broken) We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes, G-code (Can't be broken)\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Dark Side Of The Moon Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship Call out the spirits in my basement Crawl out the center of the snake pit And fall into the middle of her greatness Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers But take her for a walk on the moon she wear her slippers The end of the world is coming soon, I’ma miss it The sky is falling down, I am falling for her quicker We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma High above the ground but I'm under her charisma Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipse is eclipsin’ My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription We out of this world, baby, we have been evicted [Chorus: Lil Wayne / Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj] Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Open up the curtains Window-watchin', people killin', robbin’ The sky is fallin’, fallin' down I turn into news, and this is the apocalypse People livin’ on their rocket ships My mama always told me that there would be no stoppin' this Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room Of I and you Tell me, will I see you soon? Meet you on the moon? [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & (Lil Wayne) / Both] Intergalactic love The sky is falling, falling down I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon I'll be waiting, I’ll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Outro: Lil Wayne] Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you (for you, for you) On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Dedicate Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be You tatted your face Bugatti, new boo You screamed, \"Suu whoop\" Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You bought a Bugatti, so you can flex Most of the bad bitches your ex [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo New subject, new paper, new class, new school New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool Too hot, too lit, too high to move Two eyes to view but too blind to bloom Who lied to you? Two middle fingers that's up high to whom It may consume, kaboom, goddamn Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo That sued you to high hell With shooters that shoot through the iron, man And see through the con man and now he a dyin' man I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan Go over the diagram and get to the job, man Watch for the spy cam Sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand Give me some time, man I am the bomb, man I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan No, we did not land on Plymouth Rock But it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land Back to the block where they got more rock fans Than a fuckin' rock band under a rock, man We need Barack, man, I do what I can To keep it solid as a you know what I'm sayin' With some rock playin' [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] You tatted your face and changed the culture (You changed) You screamed, \"Suu whoop,\" and them gangsters loved you (Yeah, yeah) You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (So you can flex) And most of the bad bitches your ex [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I started this shit, you just part of this shit I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip Take the heart of yo' bitch, 'cause like Bart, you a simp And your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money Like, \"Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?\" [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] You tatted your face and changed the culture (You changed) You screamed, \"Suu whoop,\" and them gangsters loved you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (So you can flex) And most of the bad bitches your ex I brought in this shit, the starters get benched The orders get sent, then targets get hit Billion dollar smile I sell myself short if I grin, I'm bargainin' then Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit 'Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit [Refrain: Lil Wayne] Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo All of that shit, just tha Carter lil' bitch [Outro: Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Barack Obama] You changed, suu whoop (You tatted your face) Bugatti, new boo (You screamed, \"Suu whoop\") Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tunechi (If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be) They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow. But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne!\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Demon Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1] Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate She's sleepin' very gently so now they're startin' to enter it And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally And love die physically, my love cry miserably Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me She fucked thy niggas, see now they both iggin' me But demons got dignity, demons got memories I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' 'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' [Bridge] A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands She agree to my demands too Brought the demon out her ass too I'm a demon, I demand you [Chorus] A demon with demands, a demon with demands I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon, I demand you You brought the demon out the man, ooh Brought the demon out the man, ooh The demon out the man, you Brought the demon out the man, ooh [Refrain] You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, \"Can we dance?\" Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past [Chorus 2] A demon with demands, a demon with demands I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon by demand too Yeah, brought the demon out the man, ooh She agree to my demands too You done brought the demon out the man, ooh Brought the demon out her ass too [Verse 2] Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate She's sleepin' very gently, so now they're startin' to enter it And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally And love die physically, my love cry miserably Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me She fucked thy niggas see now they both iggin' me But demons got dignity, demons got memories I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' 'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' [Bridge 3] A demon, with demands A demon, with demands [Refrain] You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, \"Can we dance?\" Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Don't Cry Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah [Chorus: XXXTENTACION] Don't cry, don’t go Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Why y’all staring into the clouds Am I rising or they comin' down? I see death around the corner And the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smile What do I do now? Nowhere to turn but around and round Just another nigga that done lost his head No, a fucking king that forgot his crown I am not number one, it's true I'm number 9-27-82 Color blind even if I may be blue A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food But I’m hungry, so hungry Need my family tree next to a money tree With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me I sip from the Fountain of Youth So if I die young, blame the juice Bury me in New Orleans Tombstone reads: \"Don’t cry, stay tuned. \" Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Talent is God-given, be grateful Fame is not a given, be humble And conceit is self-driven, drive carefully Stay in your own lane, seat buckled And sometimes when there is no music We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum That woman carried the future And Tunechi was born like, \"dun-dun-dun-dun-dun\" Don't call it a comeback It was dark, now the sun back Hit me hard, but I punched back The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap Is it suicide or it's do or die? Won't lie (Don't cry), I fuckin' love you, whoa! Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa! [Outro: Lil Wayne] Don't cry, stay tuned And triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife Rest in paradise\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Dope New Gospel Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Man in the mirror, my hero He helped me center my ego When I think I'm bad like Michael He bring me back down to Tito Man in the mirror,, my hero He helped me see like a eagle He helped me hear enemies cry wolf Then he see me take off my sheep clothes [Verse 1] Hasta la vista, adios Beat the odds like mosquitoes Keep in mind I'm a negro So my open mind got a screen door Bitches wan' come play the lead role And end up with nothin' but B-roll Sit on the dick in a C-4 Then I come back with a cheat code Pill bottle only half full But fuck it, my nigga, I'm past good Sexy bitch rubbin' my tats good But before she do, bitch, wash yo' hands good I'm flexin' muscles that you can't pull You can't make a fist 'cause I'm a handful I never really knew my dad good But still grew up to be the big bad wolf You always see me with the white cup Some people say that is a bad look But take a good look at what you are lookin' at You never know when it's your last look It's written all over my face It's tattooed, it can't be erased One of a kind, I can't be replaced In case that mirror breaks [Chorus: Nivea] Well it's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like Tryna get back right with ya 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya It's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Man in the mirror, my hero He helped me center my evil I see the fire in his eyes But he keep my blood temperature zero Man in the mirror, my 'migo Crème de la crème de la Créole Couple a cracks in the mirror Even through the cracks, I see no cracks in me though [Verse 2] Daytime start to turn black Everything stop like start to twirl Thank God Weezy back Order is restored, all is right with the world Last time become lost time No free time, 'til I bought time No tea time, no off time No me time, on y'all time Blessings shower from the north side From the brightest flower out the darkest skies Love is blind but we caught eyes It's a bumpy road but a joyride Still can't ignore my rappetite Like a hungry shark in a koi pond Still the motherfuckin' best rapper, a-live Nigga, y'all died [Chorus: Nivea] Well it's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like Tryna get back right with ya 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya It's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya Yeah It's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like [Outro: Lil Wayne] Man in the mirror, my hero He got me center my ego When I think I'm bad like Michael He bring me back down to Tito It's written all over my face Tattoos that can't be erased One of a kind, I can't be replaced In case that mirror breaks\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/dope niggaz Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, I thank the Lord I'm not a broke nigga, I’m dope, nigga Change my name, I ain't like average Joe, nigga Up above wit' my above average ho, nigga Tight frame with a tight cameltoe, nigga I got killers on the front line, you on the sideline Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline Killas on the inside, and on your blindside Shoot you right between your motherfuckin’ eyebrows Ooh, kill 'em - It's that \"Carter V\", let me get 'em I'm feeling like John Gotti Lennon And you gon' respect my mind and my sign and my emblem You got money on your mind and we aimin' at your temple Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga Or the flowers on your grave gon' be dyin’ every winter And as long as I’m alive I'm a financial wizard Long as I can make a dollar out a dime and a nickle Thank the Lord I’m not a broke nigga [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] I get money, I'm a hustler So if you buyin' what I'm sellin’, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted up See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs They say, \"You are what you smoke\" [Refrain: Lil Wayne] I grew up around dope niggas Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas I grew up around dope niggas [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers And most niggas was both, nigga, two sport niggas I was no different from those niggas, but I was chose, nigga See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes, nigga Momma was a go-getter, a coach, nigga Taught me everything I know, nigga, a soul sister Taught me how to be a goal tender, support system For that bitch, you played her role with ya and those children I ain't lyin', slime, all my niggas balling, it's a fuckin' team sport I could change the world, but I done lost the remote All my niggas balling, that's how it's supposed to be, ho I could change the world, I'd rather change to beast mode Coke sniffers and dope stickers And most niggas was both, nigga, explode, nigga Pop a motherfuckin' cork, nigga, to those niggas 'Cause life's too fuckin' short, nigga, get old, nigga I ain't lyin', got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer Be a role player, role model, while you roll with 'em They say you don't need to be with us, stay on the road, nigga That way I wouldn't come to the end of the road with 'em Man, all my niggas targets, that's includin' me, ho I could change the world, I'd rather change the people And definitions 'cause we're defined by our legal roles All your haters fuelin', my needle broke Lord, I ain't a broke nigga [Refrain: Lil Wayne] I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Lil Wayne] I get money, I'm a hustler So if you buyin' what I'm sellin', you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted up See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs They say, \"You are what you smoke\" [Refrain: Lil Wayne] I grew up around dope niggas Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas I grew up around dope niggas I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Famous Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Reginae Carter] Welcome to your name in lights All the lighters in the sky (Yeah) You must be famous This is how you live your life, different city every night (Yeah) You must be famous, famous [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'ma be on the TV, mama, Pac voice People point at me, say, \"Oh my God\" They got a point Tried to blow my nose and blew my mind It's mind-blowing And gold diggers dig until they find oil And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't I ruined relationships before my image, but All I ever wanted was everybody's attention 'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em Probably thought that my career be short and sweet Wishin' I was in your shoes, I'd take them off and find a beach And superstars don't sparkle, we high-beam And you can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like, \"Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me\" 'Cause superstars don't sparkle, superstars beam I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream I'ma be on the TV, mama [Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne] Welcome to your name in lights (Woo!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous Message to my lawyer: \"Don't let me make these bitches famous\" You know entertainers, sex, drugs and entertainment get so instantaneous Simultaneous, miscellaneous, party long and hard And pray death is quick and painless Livin' in the spotlight, twist the light bulb when it's blinking I'm never alone I got my demons and my angels Can't talk to myself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers Relatives; ain't seen 'em since the grass been greener And some people say I changed but they can't hear me jingle I want Tina and Nancy, I get Nancy and Tina Never question myself, unless I ask, \"Am I dreamin'?\" The fan mail and subpoenas, jail cells to arenas Car wash to the cleaners, Walmart to Neiman's They told me time would tell I told time to kiss my ass And I heard, \"Can you look this way? [Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne] Welcome to your name in lights (Yeah!) This is how you live your life (Yeah, yeah) Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous) You must be famous, famous [Refrain: Lil Wayne] You probably thought that my career, be short and sweet You wish that I was in your shoes, I'd take them off 'cause life's a beach And superstars don't sparkle, we shine deep And you can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like, \"Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me\" 'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars gleam I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream I'ma be on the TV, mama [Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne] Welcome to your name in lights All the lighters in the sky (Oh my God, I must be famous) You must be famous (Oh my God, I must be famous) This is how you live your life Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous) You must be famous, famous [Outro: Lil Wayne] I'ma be on the TV, mama Kiss my motherfuckin' ass\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Hittas Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Sample: Lil Wayne & David Letterman] Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. [Intro: Lil Wayne] Mack in here Pooh in here Scoob in here with me [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up I’ma cut this music down, tell 'em put they APs up Tell 'em throw they pride out, roll the windows back up Money in the air, who said white men can't jump? Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus I’m stickin' to this shit, you would’ve been have hopped yo' ass up [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi; call me semicolon Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin' I'm sippin' lean out a glass, make me feel important I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden, yeah [Interlude: Katie Couric] Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one The people miss you Crickets I got hittas and they not kidders, that's my niggas You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters They get hit up, I'm placin' figures on your niggas Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' niggas, don't make a difference I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals​, they armed and brutal Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle, we draw conclusions I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon' need Google I got paper, on top of paper, we gon' need rulers I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas Don't confuse 'em, we only hittas, y'all only humans Don't get hit up, woadie (Hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie) 'Cause I got hittas woadie [Outro: Jacida Carter] He's a very smart child.\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/I love you Dwayne Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Spoken Word: Jacida Carter] Dwayne, mama proud of you You done came so far I can't wait for your album to come out A lot of people ask me when it's coming out They can't wait for your album to come out I'm just proud of you You's my rock, you've always been my rock Mama love you, I love you You take care of me and then some And your brother, we don’t wanted for nothing I thank the Lord every day for keeping us on this earth And in good health I just pray things go well with you in life But I thank the Lord, because I know you have been through a lot that I don't even know about Mama love you I love you Dwayne, with all my heart You is my life I live for you You make sure mama's tooken care of I don't care if you don't have it, you gon' make sure I get it anyway Even though you don't have it to give And my son though, Semaj, ain't wanted for nothing Anything Semaj call you for, you gon' make sure he get it Your children ain't wanted for nothin', you is a man, a truly man Mama love you, I can't wait 'til your album come out Because everybody asking about it and I know it's gon' be a beautiful album Love you, Dwayne\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Let it All Work Out Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Sampha] Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Work out, yeah [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'm in this bitch Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch But now I’m in this bitch Yeah, I'm in this bitch Tunechi, you a genius Looked in the mirror said \"Don't let the money come between us\" I’m loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble Real shit, nigga, my candle still lit Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em I never turn my back on ’em ’Cause nigga act like they cool with ya But a lot of these niggas be transformers A lot of these players be bench-warmers The game ain't easy, but it’s fair, nigga I'mma sit in this throne so long 'Til it's a fucking rocking chair, nigga Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga Said, \"Relax, Tune, baby don’t stress out\" But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though She said, \"Let that shit work itself out\" \"Let that shit work itself out\" [Interlude 1: Lil Wayne & Sampha] Yeah, back in this bitch Tune you left this bitch Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch Let it all work out, let it all work out But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Cita, you a psychic 'Cause you said there be days like this They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip It'll be on in a heartbeat You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip I fear God, never fear men Give back, never give in Beat odds, never beat women Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it Reach highs, never reach limits Need minds, I don't need plenty This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz When I seen Chilli at the Floyd fight I almost asked her to creep with me But I was young, and I held my tongue But with that tongue, I just keep spitting So it all worked out [Interlude 2: Lil Wayne & Sampha] And now I'm in this bitch And life said, \"Tune, you knew me for way too long\" I never change, you know I been this bitch And then she said, \"Let it all work out\" \"Let it all work out, let it all work out\" (Yeah) \"Let it all work out, let it all work out\" [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Tunechi, you a monster Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya I'm lookin' for that big, old smile, full of diamonds Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin' It read, \"I'm sorry for even apologizing\" I tried, compromising and went kamikaze I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it I cry, put it to my head and thought about it Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying God came to my side and we talked about it He sold me another life and he made a prophet [Outro: Lil Wayne & Sampha & Jacida Carter] Yeah, and he said \"Let it all work out\" (Yeah) \"Let it all work out\" (I'm still in this bitch) \"Let it all work out\" (Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch) \"Let it all work out\" Let it all work out (Phew) \"Let it all work out\" (But he said, \"Remember this:\") \"Let it all work out\" \"Let it all work out\" (\"Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch\") \"Let it all work out\" (Yeah) \"Let it all work out\" (\"And don't forget what I did this, bitch\") \"Let it all work out\" (\"Can't even remember when I didn't, bitch\") \"Let it all—\" \"Let it all work out\" (Yeah) \"Let it all work out\" (\"Now I'm out this bitch\") \"Let it all work out\" (\"I'm out this bitch\") \"Let it all—\" (\"And it all worked out\") Love you, Dwayne\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Let It Fly Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Travis Scott] Fly (Fly, fly, fly, fly) [Chorus: Travis Scott] Let it fly (Let it fly, let it fly, let it fly) Let it fly like the birds in the sky Hotter than the weather in July I done did so much I can't decide Word, word to my guys She just get so wet, I slip and slide Had to get it back to give 'em five, I, I, I [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Yeah, it's Mr.  Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers) Word to the Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo) By the way we work you think I had a twin (Twin) I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw) You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit!) Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight (Yeah, yeah) We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion) They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin The demon in they eyes and they clutchin' (Scared) I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent She wanna hit that shit again, nah (Brr-brr, brr-brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thugs) [Chorus: Travis Scott] Let it fly (Let it fly, let it fly, let it fly) Let it fly like the birds in the sky Hotter than the weather in July I done did so much I can't decide Word, word to my guys She just get so wet, I slip and slide Had to get it back to give 'em five, I, I, I [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott] It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, it's C5 Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time Please advise, it is advised to be advised And we advise you not fuck with me and mine And keep in mind that we don't mind losin' our minds Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like, \"Never mind\" What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind I'm so behind, but front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit) Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch [Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott] C5, best rapper alive Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let it fly\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Mess Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] Because my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love Fuck it, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess [Verse 1] She gon' have to excuse my ex I'ma have to excuse her pets She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express I'ma have to excuse her text She gon' have to exclude the rest She gon' have to tell dudes to step Nigga, to the left, nigga, to the left Messy, messy on some Percocets Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra I just heard her lecture, but I swerved the questions And reserved a section with a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure It's quarter-to-seven They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning Dirty Devil, I'm a mess [Refrain] But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into XO Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe [Chorus] 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess [Verse 2] Yes, no pressure, it’s a jungle out here Fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel I'm a mess And now she over talking about staying over And she ask could she call her clan over? I say that's the shit and now we asshole-ing Now fast forward 'til the morning time Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, makeup, and lashes Out of place mattress, shit happens 'cause my days is a mess [Refrain] I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into Petrol Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe [Chorus] 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess [Outro] Yes, fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones Fuck it more ones, fuck it, more ones I'm​ making a mess with all of these ones Fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Mona Lisa Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I be with bitches that be with bitches That be with niggas with riches I tell her, \"Get him,\" she say, \"I got you\" I say, \"No, bitch, I said get him\" And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her titties Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs It's a stick-up, she scream like a victim Now you feelin' so silly I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh) Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh) You can get snaked, you can get faked Out by the bitch that you feelin' 'Cause you thought that she was an angel That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business You tell that bitch what you feelin' All of the beans you be spillin' To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit We break in your home and take the specifics And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes You'll only know that it's gone when you check it Then your first thought is to start second guessin' She say, \"What's wrong?\" Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care She handle the business and don't ever tell She bite the bullet and cough up the shells She tell 'em, \"Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place!\" And if he say yeah, then we meet him there She feed him lies with his silverware She don't want love, she just want her share [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup And a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh Probably on a Internet blog In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow Mona Lisa Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it Make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God Poetry in a pear tree Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the mornin' to The Great Gatsby Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughin' I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'Bout a motherfuckin' double standard, actin' Fuckin' on another nigga, that's a negative alone But you sucked this dick? Let me, let me take this call real quick (… lick me like a lollipop) He on your fuckin' ringtone? [sniffing] Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews I don't know what the fuck lately got into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma Daycare after school and she never did charge ya You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up You know what? I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin' Goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy I'm killin' myself\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Open Letter Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Ah-em [Verse 1] Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit Sometimes a nigga feel like shit Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit Goodbye letter, \"Dear Life\" shit So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it I just hope I die for a reason They probably won't miss me ’til they need me Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit Goodbye letter, \"Dear Life\" shit Way too concerned to be conceited I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord Die tryna reach 'em They care more about how much I leave than Where I leave it I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord Just got off the phone with my son Told him, \"You're a son of a gun\" Just got off the phone with my daughter Told her, \"I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up\", Lord A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected My old bitch was too disrespectful And only get my new bitch respected That’s power, yes, it's now or next Can’t lie though, I tried though I'll die tryin', that's a common death We was such a team, we was chasin’ our dreams Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath Now they try to tell me I need rest And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird He done died so many times but still here, why am I here? [Chorus] Dear Life What is my meaning? [Verse 2] Naked bitches really love ones Sometimes our loved ones don't love us I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber I just tell my lady, \"Nothing's easy\" Even though I make it look easy But understand looks are deceiving Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance 'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can't describe it Feel like a anchor tied to my finger Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas There's strength in numbers but it's honor over strength I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink It's way too real, the shit I'm talkin' way, way too real I hope it gave you chills The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em Ice bath when my face numb, no expression What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? Mama told me, \"Fuck the world and be so aggressive Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive Don't get too high to look over blessings Never come in second, make the most of your seconds They so precious\" 'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter [Chorus] Dear Life What is my meaning? That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader Dear Life, what is my meaning? [Outro: Jacida Carter] You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, \"Y'all young. But I said, \"Be the best father you can be,\" you know.\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Open Safe Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro] Turn the music up (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Tattoos on my face, nigga (Mm) Grill shinin' in your face, nigga (Yeah) Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga (Mm) Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga (Hello) She out of line, she out of place, nigga (Hello) Everybody know my face, nigga All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga [Chorus 1] Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, nigga Bap, bap, bap, bap, it's no debate, nigga Yeah, there go the bass, nigga You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga I hope this bitch don't think that I'mma have faith in her (No-no) Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her [Verse 2] When the dick was halfway in her Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga Guess what? I'm comin' back with that gauge, nigga Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga Got you dizzy, turning over in your grave, nigga I could shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga Bap, bap, bap, bap, I'm irate, nigga 5'5\" stuntin' like I'm 5'8\", nigga (What?) Bumbu out the glass, no chase, nigga (Bumbu) Only smoke on gas, no brakes, nigga No brakes, road rage, my new money gonna die of old age When they shoot, we don't race, we gon' need our own space Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade I be comin' home late, bad bitch, long face She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way '96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges, nigga [Chorus 2] Lookin' like a open safe, nigga We in this bitch, lookin' like Miss Oprah's safe, nigga (We're safe) My homie caught a whole case (Whole case) Celebratin' like he got a cold case, nigga (Oh!) [Verse 3] I stick her hands in the fan blades, nigga That's when she told me where her man stayed, nigga I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her Had to do it one time for my skate niggas Skate up on you, blam-blam, skate away, nigga Kick push, that means grind and get paid, nigga These pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga So walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga Skate up on you, blam-blam Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga Federales on my ass, fuckin' had a boat chase, nigga They didn't see no face, nigga Your bitch spent the whole day with us If she open her fuckin' mouth, knock all the white out, no racism That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga And sometimes we close the safe, nigga But there ain't no code to break, niggas I capitalize off my own mistakes, you lowercase, nigga Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga Don't hate (Don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga Got Mack with me up in this bitch and a MAC just in case, nigga I'm a Scarface, nigga, fuck your human race, nigga I'm on base, nigga, yeah Lil Tunechi safe, nigga [Chorus 3] Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga Ya, uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga She outta line, she out of place, nigga I hope that they gon' think that I'ma have faith in her (No-no) Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Perfect Strangers Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] I don't know who you are anymore Talkin' to the man in her mirror That been fuckin' with these bitches And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit But, you don't even call anymore And you don't even care, so who am I to love anyone? [Post-Chorus] And, we don't even talk anymore Ain't got no time to spare So who are we to trust anyone? I'm tryna be sincere When we both know it ain't right She hate that we can get loose But I can never hang tight But, we don't even make love anymore Actin' like our phone got our attention Though we watchin' television, and it's painless We act like we strangers I just don't know who we are anymore, damn I'm not supposed to be here 'Cause love don't live here But I'm here, and she here She tell me stay all night She just want a refill And then she want to start fights 'Bout \"What about how she feel?\" She tell me I'm a cheap thrill I know she don't mean that She think I feed her lies But I don't get no feedback As she watch me pack \"Baby where my keys at?\" [Chorus] I don't know who you are anymore Talkin' to the man in her mirror That been fuckin' with these bitches And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit But you don't even call anymore And you don't even care So who am I to love anyone? [Post-Chorus] And, we don't even talk anymore Ain't got no time to spare So who are we to trust anyone? [Verse 2] I was talkin' to myself the other day My homies call me cray, my mama tell me, \"Pray\" She say, \"I need a day\", I said, \"I need a bae\" She said, \"Believe in faith Ma, they love me either way\" Hold up, wait Let me set my alarm You say \"Don't sweat your alarm\" And now the pressure is on So now there's sweat in my palm But her reception ain't warm So my deception performs And then that silence is awkward Like am I deaf or alone? I got a jet in the morn' And she upset and I'm calm And when a woman is scorned Is when your welcome is worn And now her temperature's showin' And I just weather her storm And she expect me to stay I be like, \"Let go my arm!\" [Chorus] I don't know who you are anymore​ Talking to the man in her mirror I've been fuckin' with these bitches And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit And she say, you don't even call anymore And you don't even care So who am I to love anyone? [Outro] She say we don't make love anymore Actin' like our phone got our attention Though we watchin' television, now it's painless We actin' like strangers Like we don't know who we are anymore Perfect strangers\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Problems Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] If lovin' me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix [Verse 1] Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button Belly button, big ol' titties, she pop buttons, head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percocets, that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smokin' science lab I should have a tattoo that say, \"I am nothin' like my dad\" Jesus Christ, amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, \"Oooh, Lordy,\" smellin' like Cool Water Just got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie My little bitch body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smilin’ emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God callin’ (Hello?) That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie My lil' bitch body'll solve it And when you say, \"Timber,\" please, will you whisper? [Chorus] If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home, every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix [Chorus] If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix [Verse 2] Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothing, well they say, \"Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free\" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, \"I'm nothin' like your man\" Jesus Christ, Amen! That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie [Refrain] You got penny pinch nigga problems, lil whoadie On the bench nigga problems, lil whoadie I got a bitch nigga problem, lil whoadie More bitches more problems, lil whoadie That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie What is this nigga problem, lil whoadie? I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Yea [Chorus] If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Start This Shit Off Right Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Pre-Chorus: Mack Maine] We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got bad-ass bitches in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight [Chorus: Mack Maine] We got some bad-ass bitches, bad -ss bitches Bitches outside, them some sad-ass bitches, leggo (Leggo, leggo, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We got some bad-ass bitches, bad-ass bitches Bitches outside, them some sad ass-bitches, leggo (Leggo, yeah, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, Ashanti) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I fucked around and made a buncha fuck around money Now I feel like found money I'm fuckin' awesome, 'til awesome have a child for me Got homies who ain't comin' home 'til the cows comin' Niggas with power, they tryna press our power buttons Now baby make that ass clap like it's proud of me She said, \"I will,\" like ill with an apostrophe Its Lil Tunechi, word around on the streets That everythin' is workin' out like obliques, they wanna see it obese You drive me crazy you gon' crash the 'vert Get out my business why you act like a clerk I got a white girl she call me names like bastard and jerk That's when I send her ass back to the 'burbs Fucked her right good night, die wit' em open I'm wit' a big booty bitch dressed inappropriate Cocaine, bakin' soda and some hot water Kept the fiends comin' back to me, not karma Smiled at my first kilo like a proud father Smiled at my first judge like I'll be out tomorrow, keep the Glock on 'em All eyes on me, I had a Pac moment This a Mannie Fresh beat and I go Pac on it My homeboys proud of me like Barack homies Your homeboys tired of me, I hope they die yawnin' Leave ya house haunted I ain't kiddin', I ain't playin', fuck up your house party Lil Tunechi [Interlude: Ashanti & Lil Wayne] So DJ, won’t you play some more songs? ‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go home Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go wrong Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh So DJ, won’t you play some more songs? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Just a watch and a mink coat, yeah Wherever I spit at a tree grow I’m a blood with some C-notes And I’m gettin' more checks than a peep hole Yo, I done been through hell and back on a steamboat Met the devil, came back feelin' frío Gang bangin’, tatted up like Latinos And since I’m on my Spanish shit, it’s Carter Cinco Mami is bionic and bisexual, bilingual Mami is a goddess, but she gotta let her wings show Mami tryna fuck me with her team, that’s a team sport All these bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain’t seen yours Muscle car look like I just got out the bing, whoa Drop the top, smell like I just opened a weed store A nice beat mixed with Tunechi like a cream float With Mannie Fresh the O. G. , now it's a G. O. ! [Bridge: Lil Wayne & Ashanti] Luh-uh-uh Yeah, got the squad in this bitch in case it pop off Lu-uh Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I’ve been rich since the Hot Boys Luh-uh-uh Bad ass dog by the screen door Lu-uh Your girl walkin’ ‘round my house wearin' nothin' but my watch and my mink coat Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh Yeah, now everybody throw a five, throw a five, Carter Cinco Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh And since I’m on my Spanish shit, them other boys finito [Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine, Ashanti] Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh We gon' start this shit off right We got bad ass bitches in the house tonight Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh We gon' start this shit off right (Yeah) We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight [Chorus: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne, Ashanti] Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh We got some bad ass bitches, some bad ass bitches Bitches outside, them some sad ass bitches, leggo (Yea, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah) We got some bad ass bitches, some bad ass bitches In the restroom in the mirror takin' pictures, alright, yeah That’s alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah [Outro: Lil Wayne] We got some bad ass bitches, some bad ass bitches Couple niggas trippin’, mean muggin’, makin’ fistses, alright It’s alright, but we don’t fight, no Welcome\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Took His Time Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus] Momma said God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me (Yeah) God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety And look alive, look alive [Verse 1] Smoke one, ready to po' one, tote one, scared of no one You never know when your close ones is a pussy 'til your nose run Bickin' back bein' bool, trigger happy his goons Bigger mansion and pool, I need a map for this room Don't need a casket to view 'em, you can leave the rats in the sewers I'm speedin' past in the newest soft top like the Jewish Thrasher Sweatshirt, Vans on, all the bitches hands on Fucked your bitch for a Sams card, a SIM card and an Android Shots all in the airway, bullets make 'em do ballet Pullin' triggers like hairspray, shoot 'em in the head, bad hair day In broad day like \"let's play,\" lil' kids playin' jump rope Leave his body on the front porch, it's a cold world but the sun show Where the paper and the drugs though, at your neighbor with the snub-nose I be seen with the unseen, you be seen with the unknowns All your bitches in the done zone, all my bitches in the fun zone Swallowin' all my unborns, say it taste like a love song In the cut like a cutworm, keep it cool, keep the cup warm Rum-bum-bum-bum-bum, if they come for 'em, I tell 'em [Chorus] God took his time when he made me Got my pride to the side, off safety On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me Pride to the side, off safety On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me God took his time when he made me [Verse 2] Sorry, boys, bar is closin', where we goin' for breakfast? Put pressure on the precious, and put extra on the extras Extra ready for my presents, extra sexy but she selfish Just want me to see selfies of the pelvis, overwhelmin' Talkin' money over salmon in Italian in Australia Fuck it even have some salad, I'm just valuin' the value Wake up and smell the azaleas sang her prayers like Mahalia I just don't know what to tell ya, but, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Devil lies jumpin' at ya, comin' from what's comin' at ya I come from where they come at ya, in a way you can't come back from I attack from every crack, while you been chillin', I been active I been still inside the action, you been actin' I been buildin' You been blabbin', you been bickerin' I been blackin' I been sippin' like the Dracula I been feelin' like Galactus Got a million in the mattress, a gazillion in the pantry If you don't know that I'm the answer, you should kill who you been askin' [Chorus] Momma said God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me Pride to the side, off safety On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me God took his time when he made me Pride to the side, off safety Look alive, look alive [Outro] Look alive, look alive, yeah Look alive, look alive Momma said God took his time when he made me Look alive, look alive Carter Five, Carter Five, yeah Carter Five, Carter Five Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Uproar Lyrics Summary\n",
      "Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes Then the sun die, the night is young though The diamonds still shine in the rough, ho What the fuck though? Let your tongue show Money over bitches, and above hoes That is still my favorite love quote Put the gun inside, what the fuck for? Trade the ski mask for the muzzle It's a blood bath, where the suds go? It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go If she's iffy, there the drugs go If she sip lean, double-cup toast I got a duffle full of hundos There the love go, where's the uproar? Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah Puff, puff, bro; I don't huff though Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke At your front door with a gun stowed \"Knock, knock. is how it won't go This the jungle, so have the utmost For the nutzos, and we nuts, so What the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro We grow up fast, we roll up slow We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope Dreadlock hang down like you dun know Put the green in the bag like a lawnmower Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow Extra clip in the stash like a console Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald What the fuck, bro? Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross Just look up, bro, there the Scuds go I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/Used 2 Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Chorus: Lil Wayne] I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try She used to make me love her, now she make me realize It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Find out where he reside and find out where he hide Run up in that bitch like, \"Hey,\" pop-pop-pop, peace sign Percocet, promethazine, you can call me P-Rod Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 I remember you, I was never into you I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out I tried to turn the fuckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago, lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas With my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas Kill your ho too nigga, and your go-to niggas I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy If there was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant I throw on the ski mask, that's a private party Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbant Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? [Outro: Lil Wayne] Mulah, baby And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 [Skit: Jacida Carter] I still don't know today Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident I still. I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years Was that a accident or did he. or was he playing with the gun So I never really found out about what.\n",
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      "Tha Carter V/What About Me Lyrics Summary\n",
      "[Intro: Lil Wayne] If you saw me, would you understand That I can't stand you with another man? I see you happy where your life is at I see you smile, I can't live with that [Chorus: Lil Wayne] 'Cause what about me? Yeah I shut down my life for you Now you run around with him, and him, and him How you do that? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Oh, tell me do you ever think about it? Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh) The only time that you would call Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh) I let you cry, I let you worry I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh) I gave you everything you needed Now you gone, gone, gone Tell me, how you do that to me? [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Girl, what about me? When I'm flying OT, I be up in them streets You tellin' me that you gon' leave Hittin' my phone with the beep (Boom!) Knock it out, baby, creep Oh, 'cause I just wanna see you smile Did none of them tears ain't for you, baby And they ain't matchin' yo style I'm kickin' it flav with yo sauce I'm counting them lovers I'm thinking bout you, and all of the things that we used to do And all of this you went through Girl, I don't want you with no other dude, yeah [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Sosamann] Girl, what about me?\n",
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    "from sumy.parsers.plaintext import PlaintextParser\n",
    "from sumy.summarizers.lsa import LsaSummarizer\n",
    "from sumy.nlp.tokenizers import Tokenizer\n",
    "from sumy.nlp.stemmers import Stemmer\n",
    "from sumy.utils import get_stop_words\n",
    "\n",
    "lang = 'english'\n",
    "count = 10\n",
    "\n",
    "for i in range(len(corpus)):\n",
    "    new_string = corpus[i].replace('.', '. ').strip()\n",
    "    lsa = LsaSummarizer(Stemmer(lang))\n",
    "    lsa.stop_words = get_stop_words(lang)\n",
    "    parser = PlaintextParser.from_string(new_string, Tokenizer(lang))\n",
    "    lsa_summary = lsa(parser.document, count)\n",
    "    lsa_s = [str(sent) for sent in lsa_summary]\n",
    "    summary = ' '.join(lsa_s)\n",
    "    print(txt_files[i][:-4] + \" Lyrics Summary\")\n",
    "    print(summary)\n",
    "    print(\"\")\n",
    "    print(\"\")\n",
    "    print(\"\")\n",
    "    "
   ]
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   "source": [
    "# Shakespeare"
   ]
  },
  {
   "cell_type": "code",
   "execution_count": 14,
   "metadata": {},
   "outputs": [
    {
     "name": "stdout",
     "output_type": "stream",
     "text": [
      "[\"All's Well That Ends Well.txt\", 'Antony and Cleopatra.txt', 'As You Like It.txt', 'Comedy of Errors.txt', 'Coriolanus.txt', 'Cymbeline.txt', 'Hamlet.txt', 'Henry IV, part 1.txt', 'Henry IV, part 2.txt', 'Henry V.txt', 'Henry VI, part 1.txt', 'Henry VI, part 2.txt', 'Henry VI, part 3.txt', 'Henry VIII.txt', 'Julius Caesar.txt', 'King John.txt', 'King Lear.txt', \"Love's Labour's Lost.txt\", 'Macbeth.txt', 'Measure for Measure.txt', 'Merchant of Venice.txt', 'Merry Wives of Windsor.txt', \"Midsummer Night's Dream.txt\", 'Much Ado About Nothing.txt', 'Othello.txt', 'Pericles.txt', 'Richard II.txt', 'Richard III.txt', 'Romeo and Juliet.txt', 'Taming of the Shrew.txt', 'The Tempest.txt', 'Timon of Athens.txt', 'Titus Andronicus.txt', 'Troiles and Cressida.txt', 'Twelfth Night.txt', 'Two Gentlemen of Verona.txt']\n"
     ]
    }
   ],
   "source": [
    "import os             \n",
    "folder = \"./Data/Shakespeare/\"\n",
    "txt_files = os.listdir(folder)\n",
    "print(txt_files)"
   ]
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   "execution_count": 15,
   "metadata": {},
   "outputs": [],
   "source": [
    "import pandas as pd\n",
    "corpus = []\n",
    "\n",
    "for i in txt_files:\n",
    "    with open(folder+i,encoding='utf8') as f_input:\n",
    "        corpus.append(f_input.read())\n",
    "\n",
    "#print(corpus)"
   ]
  },
  {
   "cell_type": "code",
   "execution_count": 16,
   "metadata": {},
   "outputs": [],
   "source": [
    "words_list = []\n",
    "\n",
    "for phrase in corpus:\n",
    "    words_list.append((str(phrase)).split())\n",
    "#print(words_list[0])"
   ]
  },
  {
   "cell_type": "code",
   "execution_count": 17,
   "metadata": {},
   "outputs": [],
   "source": [
    "words_corpus = []\n",
    "for words in words_list:\n",
    "    for word in words:\n",
    "        words_corpus.append(word)\n",
    "#print(words_corpus)"
   ]
  },
  {
   "cell_type": "code",
   "execution_count": 18,
   "metadata": {},
   "outputs": [
    {
     "name": "stdout",
     "output_type": "stream",
     "text": [
      "857648\n"
     ]
    }
   ],
   "source": [
    "from collections import Counter\n",
    "\n",
    "word_count = Counter(words_corpus)\n",
    "a = 0\n",
    "#print(word_count.most_common())\n",
    "\n",
    "for i in word_count.most_common():\n",
    "    a += (i[1])\n",
    "print(a)\n",
    "#print(word_count.most_common())"
   ]
  },
  {
   "cell_type": "code",
   "execution_count": 19,
   "metadata": {},
   "outputs": [
    {
     "name": "stdout",
     "output_type": "stream",
     "text": [
      "64291\n"
     ]
    }
   ],
   "source": [
    "print(len(word_count.most_common()))"
   ]
  },
  {
   "cell_type": "code",
   "execution_count": null,
   "metadata": {},
   "outputs": [],
   "source": []
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