Interpret:

Lil Wayne

Album:

Dedication 3 (Mixtape)

(feat. Shanell, Lil Twist, Tyga)
[DJ Drama] 
Young Money all stars on the way 
Put the party in the bag now hand it over 


[Lil Wayne] 
Wait a minute 
Wait a minute 
Wait a minute 
See I ain't know you were gunna do this one. 
Ight, Now you motherfuckers happy huh? 
That's what y'all you been wantin' huh? 
Okay, Okay, 
Go ahead Drama 


[DJ Drama] 
See I don't wanna be the Mixtape king no more, 
More like the Mixtape President, 
Barak Odrama! 
It was definitely time for change, 
I mean the game been dry 
So, I figured we going for re-election 
So, Me and Wayne gon' keep runnin' 
So y'all niggas can fly 


[Lil Wayne] 
This a big E beat, 
And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat 
Yeahh, hehe 
You can get pork chopped, 
Young money bitch 
Let the champagne cork pop, 
I will bat your man, 
Now go tell her short stop 
Okay bitch, You do the wop 
Well bitch, I do the guap 
Okay man, You do the drop 
Well man, I do the yacht 
You pull up in parking lots 
I pull up the dock like 
Yeahhh 
Macaroni greens and hamhocks, 
I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, 
Rock... 
To my own tune, 
Lil tune 
My stomach hurtin' 
My shit is dropping real soon 
Kill whom and whoever for whatever 
That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters 
Now you spell it 
I say Young Money bitch forever, 
And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era 
Know'm talkin bout? 
Yeah 
I tell my niggas pick the target out, 
And then I quickly pick the target off 
Like volleyball, I'm a serve em, 
And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin 
Dr. Carter, Tell them bitches I'm a surgeon 
Cleaner than some brand new detergent 
Ya heard me? 
And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie 
Tell em get on (Birdman Jr.'s Birdy) 


[Shanell] 
I love the skin that I'm in 
Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M. 
That Yack, 
That Goose, 
That Tron, 
That Gin 
Got a couple girls crackin' 
Let the party begin 
I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on 
If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it 
What you trippin' on? 
See, I'm a spoiled chick 
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with 
But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches 


[Lil Twist] 
Rockin on the scene 
And yeah, I hit my duggy 
I D-Town boogy 
Now the girls really love me 
V.I.C. to Vic 
Yeah, They both got silly 
Lil Twist, I get silly 
I'm the king of the city 
Young Money, Young Mullah 
Yeah, The kid in this thang 
Grown men in this game 
Can't compete with me mayne 
Especially 
When I pull up in that candy red 
(54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne) 
I'm a beast 
I'm a dog 
Yeah, Yeah I rap harder 
Mic in my hand 
I run like Marion Barber 
You haters on the sidelines 
And I be a starter 
Going Bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter 
That's my little sister if you boys didn't know 
(Wait) 
That's Weezy's daughter 
(So don't mess with her bro!) 
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars 
Signin' out 
Young Money, D-town's All Star 


[Tyga] 
Its Tyga 
No lion 
I'm eating 
No Diner 
This species 
Don't diet 
Every milla fish Friday 
Squad deep 
Like the white guy from Verizon 
Gator righteous 
So its only right you meet the fugitive 
John Mcgiver 
Teenager 
School cyhphers 
I was too nicer 
Than them no liscence, 
You gets no high-fivin' 
Nigga, Roll the damn dices 
Touche 
My word play touches from the colour great 
My kick game so unreal 
They say them colours must be fake 
Never been made 
MTV, I make 
Quake your very eyesight 
My fame's no mistake 
Since the deal 
Steak dinner everyday 
For the movie 
My life is like a Compton Play 
You can see it 
Nearly breathe it 
From a couple feet away 
But stay away 
Cuz I don't 
Get along 
With them tag-along 
Let me 
Get on a song 
Period gone 
I'm off the hook like cordless phones 
My identity so right 
They think its wrong 
G.E.D. Young Money 
Finish strong, so I'm a keep goin' 
My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face 
Like my skin was leather made 
Leatherman Louis 
You ain't never seen 
Like a nun booty 
None before me 
After 
Its only boys 
Tyga man 
I do it for the hatin' homies 


[DJ Drama] 
Shout to Hollygrove 
Shout to the A-town 
304 wassup! 
Shout to Harlem 
Philly wassup!