500 Degreez de Lil Wayne

Listado de Canciones

1. Fly Talkin´1:34
2. Look At Me4:00

   Letra

   [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 dues money to ya 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 junior, huh Fool was smile 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 Sucking 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'ma 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 desert fey 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]
3. Way Of Life3:59

   Letra

   [MANNIE FRESH: Talking (Lil' Wayne)] Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...) This how we gon' do this... Hook up the turntables, Wolfe, get on the keyboard... And we gon' run it, ya heard... [MANNIE, BABY, & WAYNE] [Talking] [GIRL] Cash Money.. Cash Money.. Cash Money.. Cash Money.. [LIL' WAYNE & BABY: Verse 1] [LIL' WAYNE] Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins, Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends. Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it, Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama. Marijuana Scholar... Knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup? That purple stuff. It was givin' to me at birth to stunt. So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts. [BABY of Big Tymers] (Ay, Ay, Ay..) Hold on, mami! Them whips on dubs. Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs. Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens, Car show in New York, Ya'll know who wins! It's the birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada, Slant-back, cut truck. No rims? Can't holla. It's that Louie/Fendi on Ostrich streets, It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me? [TQ: Hook (Mannie Fresh)] Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (Oh! Oh! Oh!) I ain't gon' change it.. (I told ya'll...) Don't - you - know, It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...) Mama, do you want it? Cause I'm about to break it, (I told ya'll...) Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin', Nooo, nooo... (Bring back that beat...) [BABY & LIL' WAYNE: Verse 2] [BABY of Big Tymers] Pop one, pop two.. Them new Nike shoes, Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's. Flip white to green, 500 Degreez, In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three'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' whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow, Gotta get dough, cause ya'll won't feel me, bro. But ya'll don't here me tho... Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill-ie show. And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's, Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV, Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt. I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf. Whoo! [TQ: Hook (Mannie Fresh)] Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (I told ya'll...) I ain't gon' change it.. Don't - you - know, It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...) Mama, do you want it? Cause I'm about to break it, Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin', Nooo, nooo... [LIL' WAYNE & BABY: Verse 3] [LIL' WAYNE] Ay... And my pinky glow... Cause my ring is so... Blingy-blingy, yo... Stop blinkin' though... We smoke - stinky, stinky dro, And we don't cop them ency-wency O's, And we don't stop. Nah! We blow, fuck the peo-ple! Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo. The birdman my paw, so that make me go... "Fllyy like an eagle!" Fo' sheezo! [BABY (Lil' Wayne)] They think cause I stay at English Turn, That Stunna don't have a O - Z to burn, (Light it up!) I go in each sto' and ball like a dog, Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog. Cars on the streets, all on our lawn. Ice in my teeths, all on my arm. Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm. (What?) [LIL' WAYNE] Tat's in MY face, my back, and my arm. [TQ: Hook] Baby, I'ma a stunna.. I ain't gon' change it.. Don't - you - know, It's a way of liffeee... Mama, do you want it? Cause I'm about to break it, Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin', Nooo, nooo... [MANNIE FRESH: Talking] Yep!... There it is!.. ya' lil' low-life... See, I'm a pro - fessional. You a rookie. Fuckin' game so serious... I could sell a hooker some pussy... Now, that's some serious shit... Oh, yea! Bel'ieve that! Who we rollin' wit? We rollin' wit Cash Money! Oh, I forgot about "peace"! PEEACE! I mean... "Piece" of pussy, "Piece" of land, "Piece" of property... It's just a mind game...
4. Big Tigger Live On The Radio1:31

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   [Big Tigger] A you lockdown to the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands for what! Hit us at 180-no bitch what happening [Caller] Hello [Big Tigger] Yo [Caller] Yea 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 what I mean ain't nobody move nobody did shit But when they put Wayne's shit on everybody you know TVs fell down motherfucking helicopters come from the fucking sky twirling an shit Niggas throwing money every goddamn were but you know rashed mandat nigga You know put countryness in rapping he want ta save the whales Do something from the fucking earth [Big Tigger] Yeah he ain't bringing that heat like 500 degreez that's what we got right heh with Lil Wayne And cash money caller to get up out
5. Gangsta And Pimps4:41

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   [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 go some 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 fool But it 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]
6. Lovely4:02

   Letra

   [Verse 1] I love myself I love what I am I love who I is I love Weezy Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga And I don't love other niggaz But I love other niggaz bitches I love 20-inches on everything I sit in I love my nappy hair I love the shit I wear You gotta love the squad-ad girl If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad Get outta here You people love the shit I pop in your ear You gon love the shit I do to hip-hop this year You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this year I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era; you gotta love me That I know ma love me just cuz I got a lot of money But I love that girl too, but I love that girl too I let y'all know me and I would love to know you Now come on [Hook x2] Everything that I love in this world Has gotta be the greatest thing in this world if I love it Cuz, I love this, I love that, I love y'all because Everything in this world is just love [Verse 2] I know you probably love the bar, right You love to live that big dog life You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here And I love to see you do so I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl He probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl I love an all white pearls Six with the two pipes barrel kit I love to get it cracking in your girl lips I love to sip from bill I love to go hard purp-pill You love that I'm a star and got that work still Don't get it fucked because I love to work still And you won't love how the hurt feel How getting mirked feel And I love how getting hurt feel I know you love I got some of it on your shirt ee-yew I need to treat you As a matter fact I love to cheat you Don't call me cool Hey, you love me and I love to love you [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I love fast cars I love fast broads I love fast money I love Cash Money I love a slow cigar I love a slow ménage What you love blower hard Let's get it cracking money I love to stack my money You will love to jack my money I love to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass And that bust your ass in one gulp I love to shit talk You love to hear me talking shit on this When Fresh dropping that nasty shit That old uptown get down CMB classic shit I like to ride around with a plastic fifth I love to melt ya I love them underground S-Q albums Haters love to get you twisted But I love the haters cuz haters just love twisted Them bitches love Weezy My bitch gon love me when I'm busy With T-Rez fleece suit is Jayo nothing busy Squad up [Hook x4]
7. Gangsta S**t3:40

   Letra

   [Lil Wayne talking] Uh-oh, uh-oh You know how we do it Weezy and Petey, baby Ya'know This here is 500 Degreez Holla at 'em dogg [Petey Pablo] Cuz I know I ain't dreaming I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy Switching it up Fuck it put them things on the truck What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up Hating me kinky licks talking so much Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking You want to You ain't built to squabble with us I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus I drink your water up Cool off I'm leaving with something They leaving you something crop stolen An asshole heard it Hip on purpose Dre I did what you told me I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working Keep me a burner Poison that I grab in the morning Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated I keep waiting I hear your name in the papers [Hook][Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo] They call me young as Weezy I'm gon round up the whole uptown We gon burn this bitch down to the ground People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers Crazy-ass Petey I'ma tell a nigga just like this If you want it boy you sure can get it You ain't heard It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga [Lil Wayne] They call me gangsta gangsta Weezy, Weezy Lil Birdman junior Holla at ya nigga I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga And I'm so high No I'm too high But a little work on a few blocks And I put a few skirts on a few blocks If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie I hold Cash Money myself it's me money Old cats wants to test come see shortie I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it I riding in a 'Rarri where the top is in my pocket That's young Weezy baby [Hook] [Lil Wayne] You see it's young Wayne Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain He is crazy deranged Put them blades on his thing Just like 80 to summer So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something Like, Weezy's the man If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan Cuz he's 500 Degreez I need a fan, whew Cool me off wipe me down Daddy is back in town With the back of my Caddy slanted down And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around Put some hash in that grass that you pass around Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down You can ask around And they tell you like me There ain't nobody like me It's Weezy baby [Hook] [Lil Wayne talking] Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga Don't get it tangled and twisted I'm in the studio right now nigga With my boy My nigga Boo in this bitch My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean 500 Degreez They all riding with ya boy Fi-Fi They gotta feel me Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner You know the name, bitch
8. Big Tigger Live On The Radio0:58

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   [Big Tigger] A you lockdown to the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands for what! Hit us at 180-no bitch what happening [Caller] Hello [Big Tigger] Yo [Caller] Yea 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 what I mean ain't nobody move nobody did shit But when they put Wayne's shit on everybody you know TVs fell down motherfucking helicopters come from the fucking sky twirling an shit Niggas throwing money every goddamn were but you know rashed mandat nigga You know put countryness in rapping he want ta save the whales Do something from the fucking earth [Big Tigger] Yeah he ain't bringing that heat like 500 degreez that's what we got right heh with Lil Wayne And cash money caller to get up out
9. Bloodline4:21

   Letra

   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 Jake but I 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 [Chorus: x2] Now I'm a ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline And I'm a shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete 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 the coast of Nostre Cid 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-be Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder be If you want it then come to me I'm right here [Chorus: x2] 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 shoe prints Cause I did and do shit that's better than new shit Fit for two clips The kid is a nuisance Aw 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 [Chorus: x2]
10. Where You At3:50

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    [CHORUS] All my niggaz if you with me Where you at? (OH!) All my soldiers if you with me Where you at? (OH!) All my hustlaz if you with me Where you at? (OH!) Where you at? (OH!) Where you at? Say (OH!) Niggaz if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Soldiers if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Hustlaz if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Say, say (OH!) Say, say (OH!) Aye (OH!) I come and do my thang and hold down my SIDE Single Street man throw my set up HIGH Weezy Wee 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 lot of 'dro for the strength of FEE Get a lot of blow But keep that on the D D what?...DL! 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 FLO' 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 FLO' Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW YA KNOW! [CHORUS] Aye (OH!) 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 J.R. 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 at a PLAYER Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs You see the arm when I pass nigga Bling-A-Ling You now I'm armed we can mash man it Aint-A-Thing You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla Aint-A-Game I got a banana clip for all you Orang-A-Tangs LET'S BANG! [CHORUS] Aye (OH!) It's young Weezy cant nothing see me DOG I get you done easy with one easy phone call And the sawed off make your arms fall off Like a short sleeved polo...wont bother me no more Ice like strobe light...look like I'm moving slo mo' Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja Redbone in the shower Hello! Pochahontas give a long stroke poke for hours Floating vagina oh I'ma holla So coke and the nanies 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 [CHORUS]
11. Worry Me4:06

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    [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 Jaya 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 Wheezy 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]
12. 500 Degreez3:45

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    [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? Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us Bitch niggas where ya cars 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! If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that? [Chorus] You don't want to fuck with Weezy You don't want to fuck with Weezy [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 [Chorus] You don't want to fuck with Weezy You don't want to fuck with Weezy Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy Hot, Hot, Hot Boy [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 Than the after party Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch Fuck a bachelor 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, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf! That's 500 Degreez! [Chorus] You don't want to fuck with Weezy You don't want to fuck with Weezy Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy Hot, Hot, Hot Boy Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right
13. Go Hard3:30

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    It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet Gazer seats hold the bare 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 'cause Beaky got more And now or later I'm major player I ball right I need an agent player Hey 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 [Chorus] 24/7 (Yes, sir) I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard) Not here 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]
14. Young´n Blues4:32

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    [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 doots 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 didnt 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 [Chorus] I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) [Verse One] I met her after the fame And she aint 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 aint want moms to see it And just think I once saw it on the girl's body Now all I'm seeing is nobody [Chorus] I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) [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...Ya know what I'm sayin' But see this here is not your everyday love tune It's the story of your everyday thug dude And in your mind you prolly thinkin we don't love you But on the real we just not used to what love do And please consider that We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes Love pussy but you dont love them ho's Love ya niggaz love ya children Now if they got a bitch you could love that Holla back [Chorus] I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) Young Weez'got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
15. Believe That4:12

    Letra

    [Chorus: Blaque (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 hundred, 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 want to 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 [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 tymin', 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] [Lil' Wayne] You don't want to 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 Hey, 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, bitch, and ya stunned [Chorus]
16. Rob Nice Live On The Radio1:13
17. F*** You4:20

    Letra

    [Lil Wayne] Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fucking with the young don, people Plus I'm trying to make a son, he gon' be the sequel Motherfuckers better be peaceful, fo' sheezle I get sums in lumps, like measles My dough sick, on occasions 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 motherfucker ain't that low Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo' If your fucking with the dude Big shout from Cash Money Records, Fuck You [Chorus: x8] Fuck you, fuck you nigga, motherfucker you [Mannie Fresh] Chains, nines, guns that's us The slogan is "we will bust" The rules our this our size Cross it young nigga and you will die Pumps, ride 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 lay 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 nothing but a misdemeanor [Chorus: 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 cutlass, regals, and rams V-12 Gotta have something 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 y'all BMW lights, projectors to watch fights Cadillac 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 [Chorus: x8]
18. What Does Life Me To Me1:25
19. Get That Dough3:38

    Letra

    Bitch, Bitch [Chorus: Baby (Cristale)] (Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, see'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 hoe, Wooo (Get that dough) Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro [Lil Wayne] I pull up slow, chrome flashing 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 blazing 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 want to hurt ya so holla back hoe 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 [Chorus] [Cristale] Floss our bitch, or get tossed out Stunner time criss-crossed out Birdman the bad bitches bossed out So fly nigga we don't walk out Time to get Nina Rossed out I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out What's the motherfucking talk bout Get you niggas chalked out Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fucking 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 diamond'd 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 shining, known big tymin Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grinding [Chorus] [Tateeze] I come Harley D, black bike all chrome Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from [Baby] See I'ma 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 Matching the car, matching my bra, shit nigga pimping is hard [Baby] I jock that, so wipe a nigga down Let's dribble on a hoe, 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 hoe 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 hoe, Wooo! [Chorus]
20. Fo Sheezy3:44

    Letra

    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 linguine 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 goin' 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-why Wee [Chorus: x4] They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy Banana clip on the heater Banana whip on them sneakers Banana dick going deeper 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-why Wee [Chorus: x4] 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 'cause 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'ma ask you again You know my name right bitch Bitch say it [Chorus: x2] W-E-E-Z-why Wee Bitch holla!
21. Fly Talkin´ Go Home3:20