on my monkey talkin' loud Tellin' my round not be there pick me up from the 'port On my way ta Nashville, 10 bricks I'm gonna score Prolly get a lil
bling bling, bling, bling bling What? My nigga B.Geezy What? My nigga, B.eatrice Huh, my nigga Mannie Fresh, what? My nigga Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huh My nigga
empala Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla verse 4: Lil Wayne Now tell me what kinda Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya I'
that, I ride dirty, and when I ride you die All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out Respect
We ridin' coming up out of the flames with the K firing (Ride, ride) Hot Boys ridin' our flames firing (Ride, ride, ride) I'm 'bout to make a move so
it's cool, 'cause I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot Boys Nigga CMR, nigga CMR Repeat 1 [Juvenile] Now you boys now them 4
a nigga sleepin right It's all good huh 'cause my kids eatin right Now hoooold up, wait a minute Or go to my nigga put some sould up in it [lil' wayne
From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] *Ah Ahh, What
jeep, Lil' Wayne Uh oh, what kinda nigga got 10 around his neck, what? 20 on his wrist, what? Money by the tech, huh My nigga, what kinda nigga that'
nigga life My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit' me I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla I know my nigga
over) 1******* 2******* 3******* *(Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life (Repeat the last 4 lines over again) Nigga...(what)...(what) Nigga Turk and Wayne
place you lay at We been sipping drank by the pint since way back We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that Hop up in my fly ride watch the
dat playin' My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation So, I played the game, bust yo' head if you said my
'm full of dat shit On the way to the mall wit' a bad lil broad Slob all over my balls, she lickin through my draws Wit' my main man wit' me, I hittin' 'em on the phone That's my
my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts I put you inside the flyest rides an even put
Nigga better tighten up Before my clique start lighten up Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my
2 {Birdman} See, we ride for flames nigga A g to my name nigga I dos thing nigga I'm gettin the change nigga So whos to blame nigga About the game nigga
it's cool, cuz I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot Boys Nigga CMR, nigga CMR [Repeat 1] [Juvenile] Now you boys now them 4