Eagle, Eagle Carter man In a ´96 Regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundromat
Got to wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I got to do something I done blown my last Dollar holler at your boy on the ave In that Jeep pidico is what I´m known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say Holly-holly grove won´t you go and stand up And make these motherfuckers understand I say: "Look coach they pitching at me under hand" But I´m a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya´ll men designing women, I´m a woman´s man I´m the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and They say they want the drugs to stop But I´m a major set back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami´s pot
I got that jet black four at ya mami´s spot I´m trying to get back door I demand it now Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down ´Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down Yeah it´s Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince
[Reel] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let´s get it on
And the hand gun is so included Don´t get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya ho I don´t want your contusions I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance It´s money over bitches that I am going to keep proving
It´s Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin´ Out of all the Hot Boyz she say I´m the coolest I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I´m trying to seduce it I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid One shot to remind you who is That fly little nigga that´s behind the trigger, Wizzle I´m off chronic combined with liquor But niggas´ll never see me like Momma Tigger A 80´s-baby a fighting nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I´m something you call pepper like a Viking slick See me over the viking stove I´m whitening bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff
I do this you catching my drift Representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince
[Reel] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let´s get it on
So roll the carpet out cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South See you either in or you out and if you out stay in cause them warriors out Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out No nigga I never call your house I´m probably somewhere taking Toya out
Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth Hey I´m ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name naw better yet point him out Hey, me and the streets got a joint account I´m from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out Few roaches but never had no rats in this house Never tell on one another leave that in the house Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out I ever run into some trouble send them savages out These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out I got graveyard fliers man I´m passing them out
Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince