Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne - The Only Reason lyrics

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(feat. Sizzla, T-Streets)

		

		[LIL WAYNE:]

Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter

Them troop shoot them run like them playa's oprah

They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera

They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper

Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka

But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda... wat the picture wanta

Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa

Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter

U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo

Bulletshot found on the street, I'm yellow dem voko

The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco

Who? Rastafarian... Juky gat them jump jump (ya ya ya)

Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble

Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle

Man keeping me eye, in the rope,

We play ay to... if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow



[SIZZLA:]

Itz Ana poppin

Don't sulting nobody

No no no stoppin

Boy, ya'll see me jumpin

No no no yackin

No no no yackin

Actin up with a jumpin yah, I'm da loafin 4 rockin

I'm da verse, up in mere factor words

Boy ya'll little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth

Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out

Gang firm out, na their house

Them place gon burn out.

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star

Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star

Oh really, don't be leaky

Ain't no pussies, but them bitches

Ain't no movie, ain't no comics

And no CNN, don't be greedy

You dare not hear this song posted in a CD

No mess with a mercy, less you can't steal it

But be pretty...



And they actin oh body

See the giving where

The only reason why them bogus living

Ain't no way down, please stay down

Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...



[LIL WAYNE:]

Pussy ass nigga don't talk to me

I make this bitch bring your heart to me

I'm only 5 '8 and ya'll short to me

And ya'll movement look like a slim path to me

Your girlfriend opens up her pussy to me

And if she gimme brain, she smart to me

Pumpin ass niggas don't bark at me

Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orca please

Turn your block into a restaurant

Order and leave

What are u havin? Organs please!

And we stay strapped like Jordan's beat

And we in tha sermon like Bread Dithery

Ha... And I'm lockin with Marlon G.

And we f**kin so much, we could hardly breath

This other niggaz flow is hard to leave

And I'm concrete with this Carter 3



[SIZZLA:]

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star

Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop



Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star

Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop



[T-STREETS:]

Yessir, T –street, bang bang back in tha building

They call me streets, so call me streets

If u call on reach, I'm on the streets

And I'm hungry like a dog on unleash

But I'm a tiger, and a dog is a feast

And I see through the fog in the trees

Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves

I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve

I need a money donor, cause I'm dying to resist

I know mama gat her eyes on her seed

Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed

Their eyes make the peace hard to read

But it says, "why I'm not leave



[SIZZLA:]

And they actin oh body

See the giving where

The only reason why them bogus living

Ain't no way down, please stay down

Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...



[LIL WAYNE:]

We killin em softly,

We killin em softly

And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me

Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat

Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy

And about the hour, him a heading to the money

Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy

Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy

Bat the man down, boy, I'm shit around party

Party up, party up, they put the panty up

Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up

We kill them softly, we kill them softly

He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay

My girl she need me, my girl she want me

Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney...

		


		
		
		
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