I wear a mean dark pair a shades 

And ya can’t see my eyes (Young Money!) 

unless my head is bent, you dig?

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]

We stay high, on da 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans!!!) 

sat on dat iron, all da time,and you no thiis 

we stay high, on dat 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans!!!) 

sat on dat iron, all da time, and you no this!!! 

[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]

Look out thee garage in a hog 

And you know i redo da inside like da morgue 

Da Coupe blue,like da due on marge 

Ridin’ wit a bitch prettier thanan a dabarge 

Mami wanna soldier ,baby im’a Sarge 

You cant have me but we can have a menage 

How rub me wrong and fuck up my massage 

Then it’s flowers for da dead bedda give em’ a corsage 

Head nigga in large 

And everything I do I San Diego Charge 

While you niggaz just starve 

I’m eatin’ so much I’m a fuck around and barf 

And red is tha color of my scarf 

And undastand to a giant your dwarf 

My flow tho’ed off 

I’m so sick all i gotta do is cough

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2: Diego Charge]

Bitch I come from da bottom of da map, 

New Orleans,Louisiana we love to pack gats 

We love to count stacks, we love to pump backs 

I love killin’ da tracks, me, Wayne, Rony and Jack 

Thats just some highy grove shit 

And I’m bang it in just until, you get it clear 

You heard dat, dats my word and I meant dat 

Don’t temp me, I’ll leave you bent up in ya Bently 

Believe me

[Verse 3: Jack]

Grown and nigga, back in da game 

Straight from da block back in da game 

Now run, tell, ya heard me rappin’ wit Wayne 

Run, tell, ya heard me, rappin’ insane 

Yeah I’m off in dis bitch (Bitch!!!) 

Drunk and tho’ cards in this bitch (Bitch!!!) 

I’m leanin’ in dis bitch (Bitch!!!) 

We got freaks in dis bitch (Bitch!!!) 

(You know what?) We deep in this bitch (Bitch !!!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Mack Mayne]

I got a thing for dem big trucks 

Thick fine bitches,wit big jugs,and big blunts 

5’4 mamis wit nice head and fake tits 

That uh dont get loose ova Goose, and prolly act up 

5’7 bitches wit both legs dat tick dick 

All dey really need is like 2 pills and 6 blunts 

Wake up in da mornin’ and count money and make grits 

She dont really know no english so we dont say shit 

Wayne said let it rain on em’ 

Motha Nature wit da paper doin’ her Mack Mayne on em’ 

Like there go 1 thousand 

Like there go 2 thousand (Ballin’!!!) 

Now shake dat ass like you cant 

Pay yo cable bill so you tryin’ watch da Saints 

60 inch Atachi’ like Liverachi 

Sportin da latiz Versace,shorty in Maserati 

Dodgin’ da Paperrazi, a.c. cold like heart of da Nazis 

This year classic, like ol’ school Heratchies 

You get cho grill cooked like it was a Batchi 

Word to cousin Rodney

[Chorus]

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