Chorus: x2
(Help)
I Need Somebody
(Help)
Not Just Anybody
(Help)
U Kno I Need Someone
(Help, Help, Help)
Verse 1:
So Sick Need A Doc Yes
A Creature, Monster Like The Loch-ness
I Gets Hotter By The Tock, When I Sizzle To Death
I Just Tell The Clock "Wait Give Me A Sec"
In The Middle of The War, Where My Enemy At?
Imma Running This Shyt Like Eric Be Enemy Back
Cause Everytime I Hit A Track Im Like A Energy Pack
The Instrumentals Cryin Out
"Where The Sympathy At!?"
I Attack Before U Begin 2 React
Im From The Dirt Where The Beetles And John Leenen Be At
And Now These Niggas Lookin Yellow Like The Penalty Flag
Its Weezy Baby With This Hustle Til Infinity Yeahhh
Like Somebody Let The Dog Out The Kinnle And Ran
Who Ever Did It Was A Very Smart Woman Or Man
Cause Im Coming Like The Stomp Of Every Marchin Band
I Need Y'all 2 Arch Ya Hands
And Pray 4 Me
I Need
Throw me them big old balls and watch how i play with them
We got my boyfriend Bow Wow in the house
My sweetie pie Lil' Zane, my girl Lil' Wayne, Sammie baby sing to me
[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, grab your balls by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, nut,bust on my face and on the walls
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
'cause they know I'm the over the wall type of dog
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot beat
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
'cause I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall
[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the nuts
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with a
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(Talking)
Yea
Uh Huh
The F**k Was I Thinkin?
Drought 3 Bitch!
Yea How Ya Like My See Through Blunt?
Whatchu Kno Bout It?
Gillie!
Weezy's The Name
Moneys The Game
All Ready
(Verse 1)
Hard Body Muddaf**ka Got The Heart Of A Killer
Young God In Da Buildin Bout To Start A Religion
Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some Missles
Brang Em Straight To Ya Block And Go To War Wit You Bitches
If U Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position
Shoot A Nigga On His Porch And Make Him Fall In His Kitchen
Copped A Big Boy Porsche Wit All His Specifics
And I Keep That Torche Baby Call Me Olympics
Red White Blue Pills Flip My Skills Like Gyminst
And Neva Give A Bitch Money Blood Or Kidneys
When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish
Wit My Medal Roun My Neck Autograph On My Tennis
The Land Of Da Murder Dope Crack And Surenges
Pull Up On Ya In Da Coupe How Fat Is Ya Engine
Neva Talk To Those That Sat On Da Benches Boy
I Was In Da Game On 4th And Inches
These Niggas Want The Business
Imma Give These Boys Da Business
See U F**kin Wit Da Boy That Tow Toys Before Christmas
Got All These Hoes Trippin
Got All These Hoes Strippin
No We Aint Psc But Them Bitches Kno We Tippin
I Juss Bought A Pint And Aint None Of Yall Sippin
Make My Friends Buy They Own F**k Im Tired Of Being Friendly
Aint Gotta Lie Juss To Try To Be Wit Me
Bitches Up In Heaven Waitin At The God To Be Wit Me
Im Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Juss Crazy
I Been Around Im Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen
Hairpin Trigga No I Wont Shave It
I Spot Hiphop In The Ocean Im Gon Save It
The South Is So Dirty Bitch U Can Bathe It
Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Matin
Babygirl Yo Pussy Lookin So Vacant
And Its F**k You And F**k Georgia Bush Not Makin
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Lil Wayne:
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga
Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I walk around with this shotgun
And this bitch bigger than me nigga
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth
Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga
Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga
I smell summer's eve nigga
We shoot first, it's better
To give than receive nigga
Lil Wayne:
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk
Keep that ho shit over there
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these niggas
Man these niggas gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun
I pull that muthafucka hair
It's like man you can't trust nobody
I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, ni
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Dawg you gotta feel me on this one
What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adult grown up type shit
look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga
Geezy, Juve and turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg
[Verse 1]
Age is nothin but some digits nigga trust me on this
Cas I think I speak for every one when I say life is a bitch
I ride D L into the C L Gun right in my grip
I slip a clip in every rip, cas hatas likely ta trip
Come home to my future wife and every nite she'll flip
She end up catchin rights to her lips behind diapers and shit
But I like when we split drink Henny without ice when I'm pissed
Go to the club and start a fight thinkin I'm Tyson and shit
But I'm a man so I'm here to handle my situtions correctly
And I know I might be dumb but niggas gone definantly respect me
But in the mean partner I'm fightin gun charges in court
And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start
Its like I'm livin happy now
except for the fact my daughter sayin I love you daddy now
And that kinda juice me up
and I smoke about 3 blunts and puff a Kool ta bust me up
And say a prayer for everyday
jus so I get through the stuff but I be like
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Ahhhh man, it's complicated doin everythang on your own man
being responsible for everybody and ya home man
and when u feel like everythang is goin wrong man
I'm gone stand cas I am a GROWN MAN
[Verse 2]
I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up
And usually I'm feed up thinkin everythangs a set up
But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts
And I get hi
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Lil Wayne:
I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’ I promise
I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement
My girl like it rough she said “find me a diamond”
Her body be grindin’,
Lord we be on every kind of narcotic
That make us believe, when we lyin’, we honest, I love you
Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers
Too much dirty money when the colors
Are washing the whites in the dryer my nigga
It ain’t rocket science just rockets
I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin'
I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus
Whew, I ain’t crazy, I’m krazy and all of my niggas chaotic
Dressed in all black like they gothic
Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay
Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie
I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that’s grindin’
Lil Wayne:
Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Grindin’ for all my shit
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Lil Wayne:
The feds be spying on all of us nigga
These hoes be lying to all of us nigga
I got news for the monogamous niggas
Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas
I done seen it all my nigga
Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas
Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners?
That’s me and all my
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The LOX:
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah two thirds of the worlds most loyalest
I'mma shoot em
I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this
I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in
Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them
38's 45's, all type of Taurus'
About to hit the bong pour the holy water in
Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
Columbia with the connect putting the order in
Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience
Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints
Do your homework on whoever you go to war against
Lil Wayne:
I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby
And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting
And yeah we all went through our phases
We all went through our savings
Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving
And sometimes we had to be vegetables
That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat
I took the star out of starvation, bitch
I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade
Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade
Dropped out a nigga was getting paid
This when Birdman had a fade
This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made,
This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks
You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get
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[Intro - Paris Hilton]
Oh I love it
[Chorus - Paris Hilton]
Are you having a good time?
Cause I’m having a good time
And I might be a bit tipsy
But that’s okay cause you’re with me
Are you having a good time?
Cause I’m having a good time
And I might be a bit tipsy
But that’s okay cause you’re with me
[Verse 1 - Paris Hilton]
I came here just to party
Oh ladies don’t you hate on me, yeah
Got my sexy girls with me
Oh, I love it
[Bridge - Paris Hilton]
Woahhh, let’s party
Yeahhh, let’s party and have a good time
Woahhh, let’s party
Yeahhh, let’s party and have a good time
[Verse 2 - Paris Hilton]
There go the paparazzi, I don’t really give a fuck
Move out of my way, cause I came to party rock
Good times are here, and you know they’re here to stay
If you’re not here to party, move and get out of the way
[Bridge - Paris Hilton]
Woahhh, let’s party
Yeahhh, let’s party and have a good time
Woahhh, let’s party
Yeahhh, let’s party and have a good time
[Chorus - Paris Hilton]
Are you having a good time?
Cause I’m having a good time
And I might be a bit tipsy
But that’s okay cause you’re with me
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
I’m fucked up, I can’t tell you what’s what
All she know is suck, fuck
I walked up to a big butt, and asked her ass: “but what?”
Tunechi never slacks without a button up
I roll the dice and lift up, I’m all in, I’m all in
More money more problems, more money will solve them
It’s YMCMB bitch, Paris do you speak French?
I get special treatment, girl turn over, good defense
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Rocko:
Good, good, good, good
You that good, good
Good, good, good, good
Rocko fuck wit me
Good, good, good, good
Good, good, good, good
She got that good, good, good, good
Rocko:
That’s good news, I’m gettin' money
Keep good goods, come shop with me
Hustler, that’s automatic
Just a good guy, with some bad habits
Can't lie, we have a good time
I catch a good one, and tell her good bye
Gave her somethin' to eat, she ate it all
We made a good movie, rated R
Good noise, that’s good music, no Kanye
I’m on the runway, [?] learjet
Round trip, that’s a good check
Gimme gimme, good and plenty
OPP, good as any
She gotta do, what he will do
She want a Superman, I hit her with that yule
Said sometimes, I tap on that too
By one she was saying sometimes
She a bad girl, she a good bitch
I mean a good girl, bad bitch
Same thing so it's all good
Rocko:
Good, good, good, good
She got that good
Good, good, good, good
Good, good, good, good
Lil Wayne:
She got that good I think I love her
But all good pussy ain't good for you
And I can’t believe it’s not butter
And when I’m in it, I see the light
But a blind man gave me advice:
Don't believe in love at first sight
I don't fuck, I make love
You can't be mad at passion
I close my eyes and let magic happen
She swallows all of my battery acid
I'm smoking on that good
She got that good, good
And I'm a good fella
What more can you ask for?
That's a good question and why?
Crazy bitches got the best pussy
That’s why I’m still fuckin' my ex pussy
I swear
It's so nice I had to say good twice
But all goo
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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Ugh, I am not a human
Shout to all my moon men
Yeah they call me Tune
Got them bitches tuned in
It’s a crazy world, so I stay in mine
And niggas don’t cross the line
Niggas stay in line
Like welfare, I’m St. Elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, nigga hell yeah
Roc-a-bye baby, homicide baby
That’s more tear drops, call me cry baby
What you talkin’ ’bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I’m the young God, swagga un-flawed
Bitch I’m in the building, you in a front yard
Life’s a bitch, nahh better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I’m shittin’ on ‘em like 2 Girls and 1 Cup
Weezy Baby aka bring the money home
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later motherfucker
You’s a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta motherfucker
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga I don’t want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga I don’t want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga I don’t want your gonorrhea
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Man I’m so tired of ballin’ I sleep a lot now
I’ll let my goons rush ya like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow… pow pow
Man I ball hard even with 5 fouls
Yeah we in this bitch like tampons
Dump you in the woods, now get ya camp on
Choke hold around this shit cause I’m so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I la
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