Álbum Tha Carter III de Lil Wayne - Canciones

Tha Carter III

2008 |

Estilo(s) | RnB/Swing,Screw,Pop Rap,Thug Rap

Sello | Universal Motown

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Listado de canciones del álbum Tha Carter III

3 PeatVer letra 3:19

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letra de 3 Peat
Yes sir!
They can't stop me
Even if they stopped me
Yea
I'm on it ooh I'm on it
I'm so on it and how ever you want it
You can get it tonight hoe
And all night hoe I get the beat from
(Mistro)
A fuckin' right hoe
I might go
Crazy on these niggas
Don't give a mother fuck
Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up
What! what?
I don't give a mother fuck get'cha baby kidnapped
And ya baby mother fucked
It's the Carter three bitch better put ya supper up
Hollygrove I throw it up like I'm tryin' to lose my gut
Fuck is up beat him up like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffeled up for the fuck of it
Shit get on my level you cant get on my level
You would need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever
However I'm better if not now than never
Don't you ever fix ya lips unless you bout to suck my dick
Bitch, swallow my words taste my thoughts
And if its too nasty spit it back at me
Two more inches I'd a been in that casket
According to the doctor I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abracadabra I'm up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip hop and I'm a keep it on my channel
Watch me!
Bitch watch me!
Bitch watch me!
But they cannot see me like Hitler
Its the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old its growin' white hair
Young Money baby
Yeah we right here
I'm a make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don't cry
Ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the hills
Yeah when I was fourteen I told my mom we would see better days
And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we would see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I tell my girl when you fuck me better fuck me good
'Cause if another girl could she goin' fuck me good
No sittin' at the table if you bringin' nothin' to it
And I get straight to it like its nothin' to it
Yea I got game like Stuart, Scott
Fresh out the E-S-P-N shop
And when Sportcenter poppin'
Every thing stoppin' but you cant fool me I know what you watchin'
Me!
You watch me
You watch me
'Cause I be
Weezy must see T.V. C three
Nigga that's me
And I'm me I'm me
Times three so retreat or suffer defeat
I'm back three peat!
C three
Mr. CarterVer letra 5:16

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letra de Mr. Carter
[Lil Wayne:]

Yo, yo Drew and Inf

This-this, this right here is crazy

Like I I feel big, you know what I mean

Like not, not big in the sense of weight

You know what I mean like gaining weight

Or nothin' like that, like colossal

Know what I mean like, uh

I heard you were lookin' for me?

[Sha-Ron Prescott and Lil Wayne:]

(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello

(Tell me where have you been?) Eheh, you know

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)

They've been wondering why?) I know, eheh

(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, hello

(Tell me where have you been?) Shit, you know

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)

They've been wondering why?) Hahaha

[Lil Wayne:]

Yeah

To you forever, from me to you

I heard somebody say "Church!" I'mma need a suit

I'mma need a Coupe, I won't need a roof

Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

I got the flow, I'm tryna see the roof

Didn't wear a bulletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof

Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth

Wonder if Stevie do? But I'mma leave it to

God, not Beaver, neither you

'Cause I'mma murder, "Y" kill "O" and even "U"

Man, I got Summer hatin' on me 'cause I'm hotter than the sun

Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung

Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than you all

And I would never, I would never, I would never fall

I'm being hated by the seasons

So fuck you all who hatin' for no reason

[Sha-Ron Prescott and Lil Wayne:]

(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!

(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world and I'm back again!

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?

They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'! Hah!

(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!

(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?

They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'! Ha

[Lil Wayne:]

Yeah

I been in and out the bank bitch

While you all asshole niggas been on the same shit

I flush 'em, and watch 'em go down the drain quick

Two words you never hear "Wayne Quit!"

'Cause Wayne win, and they lose

I call 'em April babies, 'cause they're fools

And when they snooze, we up!

Feet up like a, Parap-liguck

Or, paraplegic? I parallel park

In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk

Like I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from Holleygrove

Now all my bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-do!"

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, I don't even care

[Sha-ron Prescott and Jay-Z:]

Young!

(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!

(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?

They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'!

(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!

(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?

They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'!

[Jay-Z:]

Shyea

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?

And if not, then why bother?

Show no mercy in Murciélaga's

so far from being 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, where 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

Young!

(Hey Mr. Carter)

[Lil Wayne:]

It's my go, yeah

And I'mma 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's up killer man?" Stop bringing up my past

And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z

Don't forget Weezy Baby!

[Sha-Ron Prescott and Lil Wayne:]

(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen

(Tell me where have you been?) Yeah

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)

They've been wondering why?) Haha

(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen

(Tell me where have you been?) Hova!

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Weezy

They've been wondering why?) Baby!

[Fade to finish]

(Hey Mr. Carter) Hahaha

(Tell me where have you been?) I been hustlin'

('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Hustlin' hard

They've been wondering why?) Chyeaa

Hey, Mr. Carter

Tell me, where have you been?

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

They've been wondering why

[Lil Wayne:]

And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth

It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in this dirt

And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt

Ah, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine

Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve

At the Funeral Parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve

Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve
Featuring: Jay-Z
A MilliVer letra 3:42

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letra de A Milli
Young money
Ya dig
Mack I'm goin' in
I'm 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
Threw 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 cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motherfuck a copper,
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin',
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can't catch' em, you can't stop 'em,
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
Motherfucker I'm ill
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derriÃ¨re
Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
He's a beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem
OK you're a goon but what's a goon (to a goblin)
Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some fagot bullshit call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more she changed her name to my bitch
Yea nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised bitch
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 OK but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill,
Yeah see
They say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay, and 2pac
Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at
Who that
Who that said they goin' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy ya knew that true the Swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't O U like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Then 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 Lowry
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 but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi
C three three peat
Got MoneyVer letra 4:05

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letra de Got Money
I need a Winn-Dixie
Grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section (wosh, wosh, wosh)
You got Young Money
In the house tonight baby
Yeah!
Yeah!
Young!
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young mulla baby!
[Chorus]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way
Gettin' mug
From everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way
Now I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I did it but
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at?
I'm try'na rent it out
And we so bout it bout it
Now what are you about?
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 out alright tomorrow don't worry
Yeah,
Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes (Young Money)
[Chorus]
(Streets)
Here we go one for the money
Two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I be clapping all night
In this bitch (uhh hun)
Lights off (uhh hun)
Mask on (uhh hun)
She saw me (uhh hun)
She smiling (yeah)
He muggin'
Who cares! cause my goons!
Are right here!
Aye
Its nothin' to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane
I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice
They yell skate Wayne!
She wanna fuck Weezy
But she wanna rape Wayne (uhh hun)
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way (fly)
This a way (fly)
That'a way
Gettin' mug
From everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
OK,
It's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Like eh!
Everybody say Mr. Rain man
Can we have a rainy day?
Bring a umbrella
Please bring a umbrella
Ella, ella, ella ehhh!
Bitch ain't shit but a hoe in a trick
Bet you no one ain't trick if you got it
You know we ain't fucking if you not thick
And I 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 hoe pimp
And just like it I blow that shit
Cause bitch I'm the bomb like
Tick tick
Bitch!
Yeah!
[Chorus]
Yeah
It's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah
Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes
Aha!
Umm, young money baby!
Featuring: T-Pain
ComfortableVer letra 4:25

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letra de Comfortable
[Chorus]
I'm not saying this to shake you up
I'm just saying this to wake you up
Its all good when we making love
All I ask is don't take our love
For granted, its granted
My love for you, is real
Baby if you don't love me
Somebody else will, so baby girl
Don't you ever get too comfortable
Yeah to the left to the left
If you wanna leave be my guest, you can step
Feeling irreplaceable listen to Beyonce
But OK I'll put you out on your B-day
Now if you rocking with Weezy
Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe
I got game like E.A.
But I wanna let you play
And don't I treat you like souffle
Don't I look at you like a I see a new day
And don't I do, what I do say
I'm threw talking so I'm a let you, face
And let ya do ya
[Chorus]
Yeah let me catch my breath
You talking bout leave baby you ain't gone yet
And if you leave, leave correct
And I'm a send a jet to pick up the next
And if you leave, your leaving the best
So you would have to settle for less
I am no Elliot Ness, I don't handcuff I don't arrest
I do confess to the virginsy
Cause under them sheets I am a mess
Yes, baby you blessed
Not chess don't jump ya ness
[Chorus]
Yeah, it's no sweat no sweat
I will never 1, 2, 3 4-get
About you, your love, your sex
You know I work you out like bowflex
Our jokes no stress, love,
Live life, proceed, progress
Make sure the neighbors get no rest
We can get together, never disconnect
Your back, your neck
Funny how that song hasn't got old yet, to us
So let's project, you stay in
Never in, correct
Face!
Featuring: Babyface
Dr. CarterVer letra 4:24

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letra de Dr. Carter
Where's my coffee?
Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie)
Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?)
Your first patient (yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh)
Originality (ugh)
His flow is weak (another one)
And he has no style (ugh)
What'cha got for um?
OK, 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
Ha! so just wait, your style is a disgrace,
Your rhymes are fifth place and I'm just grace.
One, uno, ace and I'm tryin' to make your heart beat like bass,
But your sweet like cake and I come to fix
Whatever you shall 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, brighter then the sun ray got a pistols on the playground.
Watch the gun-play like.
No kidding, no kids in the way,
But the kids do watch.
Gotta watch what we say.
Gotta work everyday.
Gotta not be cliche.
Gotta stand out like Andre 3k.
Gotta kick it kick it like the sensei.
You gotta have faith you gotta gotta wait wait
Think I think I lost 'em
Good afternoon doctor carter
Nurse
I don't know about this one
His confidence is down
Vocab and metaphors needs work
And he lost respect for the game
Ah let me see
Think you can save him?
OK.
Respect is in the heart.
So that's where I'm a start.
And a lot of heart patients don't make it.
Now hey kid
Plural I graduated
Cause you could get through anything if magic made it.
And that was called recycling
Or re-reciting
Something cause you just like it
So you say it just like it.
Some say its biting
But I say its 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 your back up the nicest.
Arthritis in my hand from writing.
But I'm a doctor they don't understand my writing.
So I stop writing.
Now I'm like lighting.
And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the titans.
Fast and exciting.
My passion is frighting.
Now let me put some more vocab in your i.v.
Here take this Vicodin
Like it and love it
And confidence has no budget
So pay me no mind
I don't walk like I talk it cause I'm running
I don't do it cause I done it and I'm in the emergency unit
God damn it I've lost another one
Good evening doctor carter its been a long day
But this one looks much better then the others
His respect is back up
Concepts sound good his style is showing strong signs of improvement
All he needs now is some swagger
OK let me take my gloves off then
Swagger tighter then a yeast infection.
Fly go hard like geese erection.
Fashion patrol police detection.
I 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.
I 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 flow sweeter then 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 starting to show.
Strong signs of life.
Wheres 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.
He looks good
His vitals are up
He's looking good
He's looking good
I think we got one
Doctor carter I think we got one
Yup we got one
We saved him
He's good
He's good
We got one
He's good
He's good
We got 'em
He's a go
He's good
Músicos invitados: David Axelrod (Performer [Excerpt])
Phone HomeVer letra 3:12

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letra de Phone Home
[Dre:]

This is, this is, this is, this is

We are not the same, I am a Martian

We are not the same, I am a Martian

[Female voice talking:]

Greetings from planet Weezy

We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[Dre and Lil Wayne:]

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

And if you feel like you're the best

Go 'head and do the Wezzy we and

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

[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

[Dre and Lil Wayne:]

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

And if you feel like you're the best

Go 'head and do the Wezzy we and

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

[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?

Your girl go down fast

Come up slow, but I never slow up

Weezy

[Dre and Lil Wayne:]

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

And if you feel like you're the best

Go 'head and do the Wezzy we and

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

[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 lice, 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 outhers, I mean others

I just eat them for supper

Get in my spaceship and hover, hover

[Dre and Lil Wayne:]

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy

And if you feel like you're the best, go 'head and do the Wezzy we and

Phone home, Weezy

Phone home, Weezy
Tie My HandsVer letra 5:19

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letra de Tie My Hands
[Robin Thicke:]

We are at war with the universe, the sky is falling

And the only thing that can save us now

Is sensitivity and compassion

But I know one thing's for sure

I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down

[Lil Wayne:]

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

[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

[Robin Thicke:]

You tie my hands what am I gonna be?

What have I done so bad?

What is my destiny?

You tie my hands what am I suppose to see?

What have I done so bad?

What am I gonna be?

[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 the 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 floatin'

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

[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

[Robin Thicke:]

You tie my hands what am I gonna be?

What have I done so bad?

What is my destiny?

You tie my hands what am I suppose to see?

What have I done so bad?

What am I gonna be?

[Lil Wayne:]

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

[Lil Wayne:]

See right now we just riding on love

A shot in the dark

We ain't trying to do nothing but hit the heart

We need love

That's all y'all, that's all

You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?

What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?

You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see?

What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?

You tie my hands, what am I gonna be?

What have I done so bad? What is my destiny?

You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see?

What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be?

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
Featuring: Robin Thicke
Mrs. Officer (Bonus) 4:47
Featuring: Bobby Valentino (2)
Let The Beat Build (Bonus) 5:09
Shoot Me DownVer letra 4:30

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letra de Shoot Me Down
[Lil Wayne:]

Open up your hearts people

Page 1. Chapter 1. Verse motherfucking 1.

I'm drinking hot tea bitch. Feel me,

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—pop, pop!—there's a reminder.

I ain't kinda hot I'm sauna,

I sweat money and the bank is my shower,

And that pistol is my towel,

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.

[D. Smith:]

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 swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now.)

I'm higher

(So am I)

[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 bandanna round my dome,

Bandanna 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're shooting 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 get you,

My picture should be in the dictionary next to the definition of "definition",

Because repetition is the father of learning.

And son I know your barrel burning but..

[D. Smith:]

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.

Talk to my daddy.

Pop I did it to em, I'm a bastard,

And I'mma do it again like nigga backwards,

These niggas backwards, but they behind us.

Now watch me get high like time's up

Now D bring the drums back,

And watch me hit them where their lungs at like that,

I get respect 'cause if I don't I'mma take it,

I see your boys hating and I see your girls naked.

Drum sounds like a naked gun,

Switch clips with my thumb,

And 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

[D. Smith:]

Please don't shoot me down,

'Cause I'm flying, I'm flying,

(and I've done it before)

I'm higher

(please don't make me do it no more.)

Please don't shoot me down,

'Cause I'm flying,

(watch me soar)

I'm flying,

(where the fuck is my guitar)

I'm higher

(now roar)

Please don't shoot me down,

'Cause I'm flying

I'm flying, I'm higher
Featuring: D. Smith (5)
LollipopVer letra 4:59

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letra de Lollipop
No homo, Young Mula Baby

I say he so sweet

Make her wanna lick the wrapper

So I let her lick the rapper

She lick me like a lollipop [4x]

[2x]

Shawty wanna thug

Bottles in the club

Shawty wanna hump

You know I'd like to touch

Your lovely lady lumps

[Lil Wayne:]

OK, little 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 lying

Man, she ain't never had a love like mine

But man I ain't never seen an ass like hers

And 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 jerk, jerk

And that's when she

She lick me like a lollipop (I like that) [3x]

She lick me like a lollipop

Shawty wanna thug

Bottles in the club

Shawty wanna hump

You know I'd like to touch

Your lovely lady lumps

Shawty wanna thug (I like that)

Bottles in the club (I like that)

Shawty wanna hump

You know I'd like to touch (I like that)

Your lovely lady lumps

[Static Major:]

OK after you back it up and stop

Drop it shawty

Drop it like it's hot

Oh, drop it like it's hot

Do it shawty don't stop

[Lil Wayne:]

Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit

Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't this

Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit

But shawty I'mma hit it hit it like I can't miss

And he can't do this

And he don't do that

Shawty need a refund,

Need to bring that nigga back

Just like a refund

I make her bring that ass back

And she bring that ass back

Because I like that

Shawty wanna thug (I like that)

Bottles in the club (I like that)

Shawty wanna hump

You know I'd like to touch

Your lovely lady lumps

She lick me like a lollipop [3x]

So I let her lick the rapper

Like a lollipop

Shawty wanna thug

Bottles in the club

Shawty wanna hump

You know I'd like to touch

Your lovely lady lumps

Stat

[4x]

Call me so I can make it juicy for you

Call me so I can get it juicy for you

[2x]

Shawty wanna thug

Bottles in the club

Shawty wanna hump

You know I'd like to touch

Your lovely lady lumps

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

Giving getting head,

Giving getting head,

Giving getting head

I said I like that

Said I like that

I said I like that

Call me so I can come and do it for you

Call me so I can come and prove it for you

Call me so I can make it juicy for you

Call me so I can get it juicy for you

Shawty wanna lick me like a lollipop

She lick me like a lollipop

She said he's so sweet

Makes her wanna lick the wrapper

What you do?

So I let her lick the rapper
Featuring: Static Major
La LaVer letra 4:21

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letra de La La
La, la la la, la, la la la la

[4x]

[Lil Wayne]

(Uh!)

Sittin in a Caddy, right 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 get dirty like Harry

Flyer than bluebirds, 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'm am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday

I swear I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy

Oscar De La Hoya, box you like a casket

Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin

See my style it varies, like drugs in an 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

[Chorus]

Ow, 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 [x2]

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

[Brisco]

My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious

The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kiss

Hershee's,... I'm hyphee, thump it like a piston

And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin like a Piston

Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon

Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin

I'm 9 under par in the Bentley golf cart

Your Polo be cream but the Prada's Caviar (yeah!)

Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin

You told me (sip this) then call me in the morning (yeah)

And I vow I never trust another one (another woman)

In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)

[Chorus]

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 [x2]

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet

[Busta Rhymes]

See I ain't goin no where bitch

You know a nigga been home honey

Money fuckin retarded, call it down syndrome money

My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain

The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed

Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock

These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop

And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in D-Class

Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass

They movin on a nigga as I walk through the valley, ready?

And zoom in with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry

My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe

Like purchase persons, 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

I hope you nigga's know just what it is

While I'm countin my paper nigga's know I'm handlin my biz

[Chorus]

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 [x2]

Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Featuring: Brisco, Busta Rhymes
Playing With Fire (Bonus) 4:21
Featuring: Betty Wright
You Aint Got Nuthin 5:27
Featuring: Fabolous, Juelz Santana
DontgetitVer letra 9:52

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letra de Dontgetit
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
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He had hair like wool, like Wayne
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 facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never and ever
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree, I'm bright
But I don't give a fuck if you see me
[Chorus]
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For eight and a half months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' 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 in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you asking, if I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand,
Cause you thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothafucka' to jail
A young mothafucka' to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers,
You know crack cocaine yea stuff like that
Meaning due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine
Police are only, I don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And you know the other thing is mostly found in you know where I'm going
But why bring a mothafucka' to jail if it's not gon' stand up in court
Cause this drug ain't that drug,
You know level three, level four drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, you know us young mothafuckas you know that 1 in 9
We probably only selling the crack cocaine because we in the hood
And it's not like in the suburbs, we don't have what you have
Why? I really don't wanna know the answer
I guess we just misunderstood huh
You know we don't have room in the jail now for the real mothafuckas,
The real criminals
Sex offenders, rapists serial killers
Don't get scared, don't get scared
I know you saw one them sex offenders papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted ex-con
Yea check em out
Watch you got, you got a daughter, son, what you got?
Ha ha yea, you know what
That's the good weed,
You know what, I have a fucking daughter
You understand me and why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me,
Ain't the reason I live next door to him
Meaning he didn't rap his way to my fucking neighborhood
He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood
You move him out bring him to jail for life
And then you move in with a sex offender
Ha ha, hey give me a paper,
Ha ha is that a misunderstanding because I didn't understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I wanna see the reaction on there faces when I say this
Ha ha, this is why I don't respect you and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should say
I mean giving the fact that humanity were a good humanity
Rather to me is helping one another
No matter your color or race
But this guy and people like him,
They'd rather speculate before they informate
If that's a word, ha ha ha you know spec before check
Anyways meaning id much rather
You talk to me first and see if you can lend an opinion before you link one
Just my thought of good humanity
Mr. Sharpton, hold on I ain't finished with you man
Na fuck that shit Mhm hold on, um,
Mr. sharp ton and anyone like you, you don't know me
So if your not going to try to then what you say or think about me
Are what ever I do is totally Casper the friendly ghost
To me and it doesn't make you a good person
To criticize before you improvise
Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person either
But the characteristics for heavenly into bads way,
Haha but since I am human I am good and bad,
As well but I try my hardest to stay good
Threes other things I do and say may be bad or just not to good
But I do try, so with that said I don't vote you,
I mean your only human, good or bad
But I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad
You see you are no MLK you are no Jesse Jackson,
You are nobody, to me, your just another don king,
With a perm, haha just a little more political,
And that just means you're a little un-human
Then use humans, and now let me be human and say,
Fuck Al Sharpton and anyone like him
Fuck if you understand me
I love being misunderstood
Ha ha why?,
Cause I live in the suburbs
But I come from the hood
Bring the hook in.
[Chorus]
Músicos invitados: Nina Simone (Performer [Sample])