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Lil Wayne

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Lil Wayne

Mensaje  satanik el Vie Nov 28, 2008 6:19 pm


LIL WAYNE



Lil Wayne Ft David Banner Snoop Dogg And Akon - 9MM

onvict
Snoop Dooogg
Konvict Music... Akon N David Banner
If Niggas Wanna Ride Tonight, Best Beleive We Bout To Ride Tonight Yeah
Young Money, Cash Money

[Chorus: x2]
I Got A 9 Mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It

[Lil Wayne:]
Tool On Deck
Why Would I Lie
Nigga You A Pussy
Hope You Got 9 Lives
I Could Hit A Nigga Wit The 9.-9 Times
Country Ass Boy
Country Like Leanne Rimes
Mississippi D-Banner
And Lil-Weezy-Anna
Everybody Got Tools
So You Will Need A Hammer
Im A Pill Poppin Animal
Syrup Sipping Nigga
Im So High You Couldn�t Reach Me Wit A Fucking Antenna
Your Fucking Wit This Man
You Can Be This Man Dinner
The 9 Give Me Brains
But The Ak Add Lever
The Rapper Is Insane
Flowing Like A Mad River
Make Your Ass Quiver
Like You Nekkad At Winter
Hollygrove Honcho
Hard Time Giver
Im A Shark In The Water
You Just Long John Silver
I Got A Girl
You Want To Meet Her
Her Name Is 9 Millimeter

[Chorus x2]

[David Banner:]
If I Got 9 Slugs, 9 Bullets Gon Fly
If I Got A Red Beam, 9 People Gon Die
9 Momma's Gon Cry, 9 Spirits In The Sky
9 Preachers Preachin, 9 Sermons Tellin 9 Lies
Cause Each And Every One Of Yall 9 Nigga's Wasn't Shit
I Would Of Rather Kept The 9 Lugers In The Ruger Clips
The Index Finga Slip I Let The 9 Spit
I Lick Em All Like 18 Tits On 9 Chicks
Im A Suicide Risk, 9 Slits On Each Wrist
If I Died 9 Times, The Next Go Arounds A Bitch
And If I Come Back I Throw 99 Souls
And Shove 9 Inches Of Dick In 99 Hoes Yall

[Chorus x2]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Ima West Coast Original, Black John Wayne
Nigga Here We From We Like To Pop That Thang
Hey You Better Stop That Man,
Fat Mouth The Dawg And Imma Pop, Pop, Bang
Kids Wanna Bust Me, Hoes Wanna Suck Me
Nigga's Wanna Touch Me , None Of That Trust Me
Im Too Slick To Slide, Never Snitch I Let It Ride
I Set Aside, All My Feelins When Im Killin, Like A Villian
Move Quick Like A Cheetah, Imma Killa
I Aint Here To Lock Up, I Flash The Heata And Then Lock Ya Whole Block Up
Dip Dop Deeta, Banner Turn The Beat Up,
Illa For Realla My Nilla Deal Another Card
You Niggas Always Actin Hard,
I Keep A 9 Mm In My Waist And Got Two More In The Car
Yeah You All Bout To Get So Quit It,
Tryin To Conseal It You Fuck Around And Make Me Reveal It So Kill It Skillet

[Chorus: Until End]

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Lil Wayne & T-Pain - Got Money

Mensaje  satanik el Jue Ene 15, 2009 9:13 pm



[Talking: Lil Wayne]
I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money right now to the VIP section (wosh, wosh, wosh)
You got young Mula now tonight baby, yeah!
Yeah! Young!
Young! (wosh) Young! (wosh) young! (wosh) young mola baby!

[CHORUS: T-Pain]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way

[Lil Wayne:]
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 cock
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my samy cock
Now where your bar at?
I'm tryna run it out
And we so bad about 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 like tomorrow don't worry
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes (young money)

[CHORUS: T-Pain]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way

[Lil Wayne:]
Here we go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank robe
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I be clapping all night in this bitch
Lights off, man it's on
She saw me, she smiling, he muggin'
Who cares, cause my guns are right here
I is lootsin 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 f**k me, but she wanna rick wayne

[CHORUS: T-Pain]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like...

[Lil Wayne:]
Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
Like ehhhh!
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 f**king if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit
So rolex watch this
I do it 4 5 6 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)
Yeah!

[CHORUS: T-Pain]
Got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
Gettin' mug from everybody who see that
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This way (fly) that way

[Lil Wayne:]
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!

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Lil Wayne

Mensaje  Paco Parra el Miér Jun 03, 2009 6:07 pm



Lil Wayne- I'm me


Intro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
The law in this game


[Verse 1:]
Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne's the president
Fuck em, xxxx em, xxxx em
Even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch
Call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him
Bury him, I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
Yea, xxxxx I'm heavy metal-ing
You can get to xxxxxx Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best. and no I ain't positive, I'm definate
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
And I'm the god, and this is what I bless them with

[Hook:]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire

[Verse 2:]
Junior
It's cash money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it runnning in every vein
I'm from the mud I am a missle like the stud
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud
And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' birmman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a billion
Cash Money million, hier to the throne
Going at the head is like hair and a comb
Sittin by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair and a comb
Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And I will take or trash it with the lord as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
That I'm me I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire

[Verse 3:]
Last year they had the grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flew lethal weapon book em' danny
I'm a monster I tell you monster wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's pain
Let's go, niggas don't see me cause I'm better than both
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my xxxx within so I xxxx on myself
Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you like I saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit.
(ha) yea

[Hook:]
I'm me, I'm me. Bitch, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a motha xxxxxx Cash Money millionaire

[Outro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Ain't nobody xxxxxxx with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
The law in this game

LYL WAYNE IS THE BEST, EMINEM AND NACH ARE THE BEST.



And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired of this
You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Lookin’ to find the way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the Hell am I doin’ right?

[Verse 1]
Take me away from the hood like a state peninetery
Take me away from the hood in the casket of Bentley
Take me away like I overdose the cocaine
Take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide, I’m from a windy city, like “Do or Die”
From a block close to where Biggy was crucified
That was Brooklyn’s Jesus shot for no f**kin’ reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces
‘Cause that’s Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, “Passion of Christ” need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed needle
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin’ “Why”? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed on evil?
Answer my question for this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired of this
You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Lookin’ to find the way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the Hell am I doin’ right?

[Verse 2]
We are not the same, I am a Marshian
So approach my fam doors with caution
You see them 24’s spinnin’? I earned ‘em
And all the pictures of me and Em - I burnt ‘em
So there ain’t no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain’t no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma’s proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin’ the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggaz could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I’m never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired of this
You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Lookin’ to find the way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the Hell am I doin’ right?

[Verse 3]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The hot beams on, me and Devil share chronic blunts
Listenin’ to the “Chronic” album, Playin Backwards
Shootin at Pictures of Don Omar for talking ..??..
My mind f**ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I’m from the city that made you motherf**kers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton…)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Coupe
Ain’t no bars, but niggaz can’t escape the hood
They took so many of my niggaz that I should hate the hood
But it’s real niggaz like me that made the hood
Ridin’ slow with that Phantom just the way I should
With the top back in my Sox hat
I’m paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn’t stop that
Even if they brought the nigga ‘Pac back
I’d still keep this motherf**ker cocked back

Paco Parra

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