| Lyrics: | It's gravy nigga. Believe it.
You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I
got a mac in this bag.
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
[Baby]
Nigga I'ma
tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in
the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know
shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I
done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em
all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin'
Benz in these drop tops double r
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can
find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin block
loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then
we killin' a bitch
[Chorus]
Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a
mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
Cuz if
you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got
a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then
I'm hot, let's ride nigga
[Lil Wayne]
Better pay attention now so you don't forget
later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I
cock the glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
And J, he got the
gauges, they cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks
rocked |
