[Blaque and Mannie Fresh] Push Impalas and Caprice´s (Believe that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) That´s, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) It´s my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) Got them 20´s on ya ride (Believe that daddy) Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) Cause that´s what hoes like (Believe that daddy) Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move
[Lil´ Wayne] It´s Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South Get up your dope, I´m putting birdies out Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say Fuck you bitch you still ain´t got a dirty mouth The hood still ain´t got over the drout So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house Nigga we timin´, the cost of my watch over ya house I´m a boss man, I watch over the South Jazze Pha, let´s hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini) Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick ´til she pull your hammy, homey You know we only, keepin it gangsta Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber All I need is my banger, nigga it´s Weezy This shit is over somebody cue me
[Blaque and Mannie Fresh] Push Impalas and Caprice´s (Believe that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) That´s, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) It´s my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) Got them 20´s on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) Cause that´s what hoes like (Believe that daddy) Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes All the niggas on the block that got that work to move
(Lil´ Wayne) You don´t wanna play wit me, I touch you man Lose ya man in a tussle, but y´all don´t see me Y´all can´t hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man And now y´all know I´m the yee-yo muscle, man But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or High with water, how do you want it man Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun I den drove a lot of QP´s from, here and there on the road For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son That´s, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned
[Blaque and Mannie Fresh] Push Impalas and Caprice´s (Believe that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) That´s, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) It´s my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) Got them 20´s on ya ride (Believe that daddy) Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
Cause that´s what hoes like (Believe that daddy) Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes All the niggas on the block that got that work to move