Interpret:

Lil Wayne

Album:

Tha Carter II

So "Little Wayne," whats your motivation?


Is that really a question
Do you really have that written down in your notepad
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me girl
I smell like money
See, thats what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thang)
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner junior thats all I know thats all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way
Foreal


So hard I go I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block
I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure no help 
So me so good so hard so felt
Feel me


And thats just my point right there
Thats what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying 
If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and thats all that count to me you know


So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period


I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life you know


C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black rambo
Fucking with the boy baby thats a cambo
If he won in vegas leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper
Gotta get it gotta have it
Once I got it I'mma spend it
Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is arayis
If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign
Feel me


And see thats where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean
I got that heat rock, foreal


Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music


Thats because they ain't got that heat rock like me you know what I mean
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, foreal
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all foreal


And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya
That gone probably learn ya
To never ever ever - ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
Thats right I'm comming baby yeah hard as crack
Feel Me


And thats just what it is nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up
Thats how I was tought thats how I was brought up
and thats how I'mma go down
Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song
Bitch