(feat. Lil Wayne)





[Lil Wayne]

Pardon my gang affil,

But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field

Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?

Respect my aim because I aim to kill

Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga,

Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga,

I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,

I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga,

Ha, I smoke something bitch,

My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch

I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder

Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers

Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya

2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya

Hahaha, bandana on the right side

East side until I die



You better change like it's Mardi Gras,

And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw

See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana

And he's from Compton, baby, bandana

We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers

Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar

Lemme hear you say Su Woo

Su Woo, Su Woo



[The Game]

Young Money

And that's perfect cause perfect is to me

What's perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali

So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly

Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby

All I need is a perfect bitch

How's B, I passed the baton on Solange

I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU

Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG

Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head

Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's

niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak em

Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers

Red bandana for no reason

Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin', yeah



[Lil Wayne - Chorus]

You better change like it's Mardi Gras,

And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw

See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana

And he's from Compton, baby, bandana

We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers

Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar

Lemme hear you say Su Woo

Su Woo, Su Woo



[The Game]

Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's

I'll show you how bangers bang

Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane

Switch plates, paint the Range

Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters came

Dead wrong ain't it man

I told niggas I ain't a Game

All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'

He sold a milli, I'm vanilli

So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills

We throwing paper planes

Riding through the N.O.

Red Marc Jacob frames

We disappear like David Blaine

And pop up at the Lakers game

They playing the seeds with Paul ? in the B's

That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three

Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top

Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot

I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks

My whole team run base, we the fucking Red Sox.



[Lil Wayne - Chorus x2]

You better change like it's Mardi Gras,

And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw

See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana

And he's from Compton, baby, bandana

We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers

Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar

Lemme hear you say Su Woo

Su Woo, Su Woo