About All That Songtext

(feat. Birdman & Fat Joe)

[Verse 1 — Lil Wayne] 

Young desperado straight out the grotto 

I’m so bad my shadow chooses not to follow 

Little nigga but see me as a fuckin’ rhino 

Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano 

It’s a drought ain’t it? How the fuck would I know? 

Nigga I been gettin’ my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono 

I ran the streets… check my bio 

I started high wit’ two O’s just like Ohio 

I’m fuckin’ nuts… cashews 

But I’m so DC like fat shoes 

I skate away… like later dudes! 

Never get caught baby I’m mashed potato smooth 

And just when it stopped… I made it move 

Respect me nigga I’m a dog… no Asian food 

I wet up the party so have a bathin’ suit 

And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga

[Chorus — Lil Wayne] 

Keep talkin’ that shit that you talkin’ 

And we gon’ have to get into some gangsta shit 

My nigga… keep talkin’ that shit that you talkin’ 

And we gon’ have to get into some gangsta shit 

My nigga… ‘Cause you aint really even ’bout all that 

You ain’t really even ’bout all that 

And don’t’cha forget.. I know ya you ain’t ’bout all that 

You ain’t never been about all that… fall back

[Verse 2 — Fat Joe] 

Niggaz must want Joey to lean on ’em 

Flash the binky splash his dreams on ’em 

Let ’em sleep on it it’s nothin’ to Crack 

Lay the murder game down back to hustlin’ packs 

Yeah Weezy homie’s got yo’ back whether raps or macks 

Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT! 

Nigga… them muhfuckas is broke like them levies 

And we done sold so much dope ain’t shit you tell me 

Nigga… how you want it ??? coke or dog food? 

My shit’ll have you runnin’ naked like an old school 

And yeah we ’bout it ’bout it and you ain’t ridin’ on me 

Unless ya got a whole fuckin’ suicidal warmin’ 

And I’m a rider homie and you can find it on me 

That 40 cal’ll get you ??? 

This shit is funny to me 

All these niggaz frontin’ war but they runnin’ from me… Crack! 

[Chorus — Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 — Birdman] 

I had ’em as lil’ niggaz raised ’em ’round real niggaz 

Poppin’ bottles fuckin’ wit’ them bitches nigga 

Made money to the ceilin’ me and my young nigga 

Chillin’ I’m in the streets hustlin’ gettin’ money nigga 

Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools 

Nigga got some mo’ jewels we was gettin’ money 

And ain’t nothin’ ever changed still doin’ the thang 

Still gettin’ money still spendin’ change 

We hustlin’ from Sunday to Sunday 

And we grindin’ everyday like the money ain’t comin’ 

Nigga… yeah we ridin’ woodgrains and minks 

Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang 

I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs 

Wish I woulda caught ’em I’dda split they fuckin’ wig 

3rd Ward let me claim my fame 

I put it down Uptown I’ma do my thang believe dat

[Chorus — Lil Wayne]

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