[Gudda Gudda] Okay, I´m sippin on the syrup, got a nigga movin slow
I´m all about the money, what the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don´t act like you don´t know, I´m killin all these rap niggas Custom made caskets for yo´ motherfuckin funeral Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday, like we won the fuckin Super Bowl Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy White girl on the table, let ´em sniff the nose candy When I´m walkin by, the women sayin, "Who is that nigga?" I replied, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga!" I was raised in the home of the cap splitters Whip on 24´s, watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal And you´s a motherfuckin duck, Daffy Dill
I´m from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill Pick the knife or gun or you can get the package deal I´m hot nigga, burnin everything around me I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me The streets say I´m king but the game´ll never crown me Realest nigga doin it just ask the niggas ´round me So you cain´t size me up or try to clown, uh Shark in the water, jump in and I´mma drown ya New Orleans nigga, gun out, I´mma down ya Put niggas to sleep like a muthafuckin downer I´m a Great White, you´se a flounder Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around ya U-Haul Gudda, movin everything around ya
It´s Young Money, bitch! At the top is where they found us, nigga
[Lil Wayne] Uh, goons on deck, Marley don´t shoot ´em Silence on the gun, watch a nigga mute ´em The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden School these niggas, they all my students All jokes aside, I ain´t playin with ya The weed broke down, like a transmission Tha chopper spin him ´round, like a ballerina Bitch I´m still spittin like I ate a jalapeno I´m from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena Stunt so hard, it´s all y´all fault And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce I ain´t worryin ´bout shit, everything paid out You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house
With a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out Cash Money president, but we in a red house Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin day I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake I gotta eat, bitch! Like a runaway Y´all niggas ain´t eatin, stomach ache Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin I used to be ballin, but now I´m Bill Gatein Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin´ Illmatic I´m on the road to riches, there´s just a lil´ traffic Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck ´em like rabbits Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh