Album : Tha Carter III
Released : June 10, 2008
Genre : Hip hop
Label : Cash Money, Universal, Young Money
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Lyrics :
(Featuring Brisco & Busta Rhymes)
Da... Da... Da... David... Banner
La, la la la, la, la la la la (x4)
[lil wayne:]
(Uh!)
Sittin' in a Caddy, bright like Batty
Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her Daddy
HipHop at it, hiphop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yea bitch I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about wee like Paris
Hilton, presidential suite already
Im richer than Nicole and Im a Lion like her Daddy
Im am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear Im a savage like no one be a Randy
Oscar De LaHoya, boxer like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Hallie
Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
But I aint tellin jokes... apparently
Apparent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and nigga I aint bout to die
See yall are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you aint never heard me cry
Im richer than all yall I got a bank full of pride
Ow, started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Nigga Im the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin (x2)
Nigga Im the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
[Brisco:]
My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hersey's
Im hyper, thumpin like a piston
And when Im in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston
Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin
Im ridin' on the park in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle's caviar (yeah!)
Weezy Im sick from all this tourin'
You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah)
And I vow I never trust another woman (nother woman)
In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin'
Nigga Im the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended where the home is
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin' (x2)
Nigga Im the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
[Busta Rhymes:]
See I aint goin' no where bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money fuckin' retarded, call it down syndrome money
My cake sick shit, they diagnose sickle cell brain
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from SingSing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle down into all the niggas flawless in DClass
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass
They movin' on a nigga as Im walkin the valley, ready?
And Zulu with the cameras like Im diggin down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you niggas cant believe
Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you cant conceive
Like interactin with women, on caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (WOOOAH)
I hope you niggas know just what it is
While Im countin my paper niggas know Im handlin my biz
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin'
Nigga Im the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin, ended up ballin (x2)
References
- ^ Tha Carter III (en.wikipedia.org)
Source : http://hitsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/lil-wayne-la-la-lyrics.html