Just Blaze teaching me the art of breathing, the extra oxygen is a boost when I'm out here sleazin, but I'm doing it all for a ho, so let me go, even though, she doesn't know, I got plans to put her funky ass in a house with a patio, just so she can feel good and spoiled, even though we don't mix like water and motor oil, but no one else does either, so we just wallow in our pity, take a deep breath and realize we won't ever leave the city, shit has everyone in a death grip, just begging you to drag your feet and slip, and when you do, here comes that other shoe, right up sphincter avenue, hits you till you got nothing left, but one last breath
As-Salaam-Alaikum, Allah knows I aint fakin, spray my AK at a pile of bacon, during the Gulf War they called me Camel Dundee, tougher than the Iraqi Navy, now a days I sit and use my thumbs on a drone, smelling like Drakar Noir cologne, ya I'm living the good life, figs dates and virgins, magic carpets and turbans we be splurgin, leave your slice around me and I'm gonna disarm her, have her head bobbin like I'm a snake charmer, alright time is ticking on this bomb I gotta run, finish like I started, As-Salaam-Alaikum
You guys are tripping in this comment section! Dre went insane on this shit! Most producers think that adding 15000 sounds will make a hot beat...when more than often keeping it simple will give you the best results!
Yeah, yeah, yeah Weezy baby, y'all (yeah) Don't get shot Rapid fire, what you know about it? I brought my homie along for the ride He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel Rob I heard some shouts like, "Down on the floor" (baow) Then even louder we got, "Shooters, shooter" (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) I turned around, I was starin' at chrome (hello) Shotgun watches door, got security good (check) Jumped right over counter Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her (what you say?) I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter (haha, let's go) My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah, I think they) No, shooter (I think they want me to surrender) But no, no, no, I can't do it My hands up (yeah) My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up Oh, shooter I think they want me to surrender But no, I can't do it But no, I can't do it (get 'em) So many doubt 'cause I come from the South But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out Bang, die, bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake I'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face (ha) They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen Call me automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow With all these riches and, all these bitches (yeah) But ain't no loaners around (what you say? They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shooter My hands up (oh my, I think they) They want me with my hands up (I think they want me to surrender) Oh, shooter (clap, y'all) No, but I'm not I just cry mama, I think they, hey Me think they want me to surrender (shooter) And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient Stop bein' 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 up like chips in Vegas But this is Southern, face it If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (yeah) 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 (brrrrt) My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah, yeah) Oh, shooter (I tried tell you what I am baby) Oh, shooter My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Sorry but me can't surrender, me won't surrender) Oh, shooter (me no pretender, no, yeah) Socks soakin' wet, I been runnin' y'all I reload, every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward 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, yeah And then they ask, "Who? When? Where? How?" And, my reply was simply pow! Mama, I tink dey, hey, me tink dey want me to surrenda (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me with my hands up) I'm sayin' mama, I tink dey, ey, me tink dey want me to surrenda (Shooter) No, me won't surrenda, no, no I promise no surrenda I got my burner And I'm your shooter
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Ya'Meen - Method Man Feat Joseph Antonio Cartagena FatJoe & David Styles Styles-P [Produced By Obi & Josh] [Year: 2006] [Album: 4:21 ...The Day After] [Official Music Video]
Continuo il mio cammino anche se il mondo va in declino Lui non lo è mai stato a me perché dovrei stargli vicino Trascino bagagli nello zaino come il tempo passa Si fan sempre più pesanti andando in un altra galassia Materia e massa per voi son più concreti del pensiero Si abbassa la batteria mentre crepi nel tuo sentiero Quale impero qua sei zero senza avere o guadagnare Cosa è vero mi dispero un mistero da non svelare Beati gli spensierati mi sbatto ansia e tensione Allenati e dopo affogati mai adeguati a sta nazione fuori direnzione e da finzione per stare lontano Da allineati ed istruzione Emarginato contromano Ciò che idolatrate è parte del sistema insultate Non è come dicono ma diventa ciò che pensate Ed io ripenso al mio trascorso È un agonia ad ogni rimorso ho percorso la strada mia lungo la Via Dell' Opposto Ho sempre avuto domande Crescendo mi son risposto O segui mode e comande O sei lo strano in questo posto tutti attorno al contante E nessuno pensa al costo Io ho un valore più importante Sto Sulla via dell' opposto Mi sposto in pochi istanti Eremita senza una sosta Qua tocca esser brillanti infatti in fatti è una batosta tutto è attorno ai contanti E non guardi ciò che costa Vi va bene andate avanti Vado sulla via opposta Lascio impronte sul sentiero ripasso dove ho tracciato Mai cercato un condottiero dal basso passo isolato Mi sono stancato la mia speranza muore con l etica Schema in cui l ignoranza vince contro la poetica Certi si fan migliori di quello che son realmente so Chi mente solamente per sembrar meglio alla gente Faccio affari ogni canzone che dureranno in eterno Musica unica emozione mi esterno Dal mondo odierno Trasmetto ma non Su schermo vado all interno del petto Aspetto e trovo le chiavi per aprire ogni lucchetto Tengo i piedi per terra ma si credon stelle pensa Autoconvinti dell invidia altrui levando la coscienza lavoro in sfruttamento O son io a sfruttare loro Nato in un accerchiamento Uguale a loro o resto solo Sta merda chiama in soccorso È un agonia ad ogni rimorso ho percorso la strada mia lungo la Via Dell' Opposto Ho sempre avuto domande Crescendo mi son risposto O segui mode e comande O sei lo strano in questo posto tutti attorno al contante E nessuno pensa più al costo ho un valore più importante Sto Sulla via dell' opposto Mi sposto in pochi istanti Eremita senza una sosta Qua tocca esser brillanti infatti in fatti è una batosta tutto è attorno ai contanti non guarderanno che costa Vi va bene andate avanti Vado sulla via opposta
I hear u Lord U want me to foward Go to Church and not the dance floor Look for the light and watch it glow Yes I know now With u all things are posible No I say to the evil Sintiendo El calor Fuego del espíritu santo Yo canto en el nombre d Cristo Listo pal día q se a dicho Mitos? No estos verdad Yo t pido perdón y santidad La buena vida
