Tha Mobb - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Tha Mobb - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Tha Carter II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : D.P. "Dad" Carter/S. Thomas | |
| Yeah... hard body (hard body) | |
| Carter carter Carter yeah | |
| Lets go | |
| Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side | |
| They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide | |
| Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin | |
| Til they gettin out the game it's like comin out of a coma | |
| I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin | |
| All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) | |
| And the beat keep cryin and I'mma keep beatin her | |
| Fee I'm fuckin her I'm deep in her sleep in her | |
| And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) | |
| I'm just hopin that he sends that elevator up | |
| I made enough I ain't meant shit | |
| So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!) | |
| Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished | |
| Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner | |
| To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in | |
| Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold | |
| Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert | |
| Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot | |
| I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!) | |
| I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!) | |
| Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!) | |
| I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM! | |
| Young Tune the big kahuna | |
| It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna | |
| Better now than sooner junior | |
| Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya | |
| I ain't goin nowhere special I won't never leave | |
| Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave | |
| Game get rid of me? Not little me | |
| Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B) | |
| I'm hungry like I didn't eat | |
| I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen | |
| What the fuck you niggaz tellin me? | |
| You pups can't keep up with the pedigree | |
| Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies | |
| Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new? | |
| Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop | |
| Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!) | |
| So how you wan' do it baby we can get it | |
| All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it | |
| Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver | |
| I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah | |
| Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it | |
| Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah | |
| Now I kill it the mission accomplished | |
| The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished | |
| Then they pay homage when did they find it but | |
| Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so | |
| They don't forget it I underline it and | |
| I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin young'n | |
| I been through all that I done done what you sayin | |
| I put it down when the others was playin | |
| When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders | |
| Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions | |
| Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter | |
| Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah | |
| Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire | |
| Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah | |
| Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga | |
| Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga | |
| I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga | |
| Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite | |
| Fork in the road I'm always goin right | |
| Nowadays knowin life ain't no more road lights | |
| We can't see but we gon make it to the finish line | |
| It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line | |
| Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines | |
| Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times | |
| Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just | |
| So they close the casket like I pay to close the case | |
| I'm made straight mafia shit front line | |
| Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit | |
| If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich | |
| So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit | |
| And I ain't duckin cuz I'm right here I'm just enough | |
| I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin up | |
| See you fuckin up the money baby that ain't good business | |
| You startin to look like a witness and this is | |
| For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes | |
| Crossover whatever mainstream know | |
| Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold | |
| You heard it right here if the game was ever told | |
| Lift up ya toes and look under a rug | |
| Trust me there's history under all that dust | |
| So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?) | |
| Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front | |
| Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt | |
| Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut | |
| What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch | |
| Thats real shit if you ever seen such | |
| Chuch | |
| Tha Mobb | |
| nigga |
| zuo qu : D. P. " Dad" Carter S. Thomas | |
| Yeah... hard body hard body | |
| Carter carter Carter yeah | |
| Lets go | |
| Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side | |
| They can fuck with us if they want I bring ' em homicide | |
| Word to my momma I' m gonna continue bombin | |
| Til they gettin out the game it' s like comin out of a coma | |
| I' m tryin... but I' m normal when this rap shit get borin | |
| All I ask is that you pray for me Please | |
| And the beat keep cryin and I' mma keep beatin her | |
| Fee I' m fuckin her I' m deep in her sleep in her | |
| And what happens when the reaper come huh? | |
| I' m just hopin that he sends that elevator up | |
| I made enough I ain' t meant shit | |
| So while I' m here I' mma take that and take this nigga! | |
| Breakfast yes let' s eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished | |
| Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner | |
| To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in | |
| Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold | |
| Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert | |
| Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot | |
| I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it yeah! | |
| I' m in the lead I can pop a wheelie got em! | |
| Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb GO! | |
| I' m here muhfucker make room... BOOM! | |
| Young Tune the big kahuna | |
| It' s my ocean baby y' all niggaz is tuna | |
| Better now than sooner junior | |
| Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya | |
| I ain' t goin nowhere special I won' t never leave | |
| Shit I' m already a legend if I ever leave | |
| Game get rid of me? Not little me | |
| Man I got ' em I' mma get ' em B I got ' em B | |
| I' m hungry like I didn' t eat | |
| I want it like I didn' t see a mill before seventeen | |
| What the fuck you niggaz tellin me? | |
| You pups can' t keep up with the pedigree | |
| Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies | |
| Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new? | |
| Sometimes I can' t cut through that rough loop | |
| Get fucked so many times til it' s fuck you fuck em! | |
| So how you wan' do it baby we can get it | |
| All you gotta do is say it and I' m wit it | |
| Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver | |
| I' mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah | |
| Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it | |
| Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah | |
| Now I kill it the mission accomplished | |
| The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished | |
| Then they pay homage when did they find it but | |
| Now that they know it' s a must I remind ' em so | |
| They don' t forget it I underline it and | |
| I' m in the sky when the thunder' s cryin young' n | |
| I been through all that I done done what you sayin | |
| I put it down when the others was playin | |
| When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders | |
| Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions | |
| Quote unquote with the eighth I' m a gorilla but lighter | |
| Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah | |
| Start ' em ignite ' em I walk through fire | |
| Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah | |
| Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga | |
| Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga | |
| I' m awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga | |
| Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite | |
| Fork in the road I' m always goin right | |
| Nowadays knowin life ain' t no more road lights | |
| We can' t see but we gon make it to the finish line | |
| It' s right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line | |
| Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines | |
| Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times | |
| Damn then one more to the face BOW! just | |
| So they close the casket like I pay to close the case | |
| I' m made straight mafia shit front line | |
| Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit | |
| If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich | |
| So fuck ' em I' mma let ' em sit | |
| And I ain' t duckin cuz I' m right here I' m just enough | |
| I don' t care who at the top of the stairs I' m steppin up | |
| See you fuckin up the money baby that ain' t good business | |
| You startin to look like a witness and this is | |
| For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes | |
| Crossover whatever mainstream know | |
| Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne' ll never fold | |
| You heard it right here if the game was ever told | |
| Lift up ya toes and look under a rug | |
| Trust me there' s history under all that dust | |
| So deep down in the dirty there lies us who? | |
| Yeah Cash Money Records and I' m still up front | |
| Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt | |
| Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut | |
| What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch | |
| Thats real shit if you ever seen such | |
| Chuch | |
| Tha Mobb | |
| nigga |
| zuò qǔ : D. P. " Dad" Carter S. Thomas | |
| Yeah... hard body hard body | |
| Carter carter Carter yeah | |
| Lets go | |
| Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side | |
| They can fuck with us if they want I bring ' em homicide | |
| Word to my momma I' m gonna continue bombin | |
| Til they gettin out the game it' s like comin out of a coma | |
| I' m tryin... but I' m normal when this rap shit get borin | |
| All I ask is that you pray for me Please | |
| And the beat keep cryin and I' mma keep beatin her | |
| Fee I' m fuckin her I' m deep in her sleep in her | |
| And what happens when the reaper come huh? | |
| I' m just hopin that he sends that elevator up | |
| I made enough I ain' t meant shit | |
| So while I' m here I' mma take that and take this nigga! | |
| Breakfast yes let' s eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished | |
| Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner | |
| To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in | |
| Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold | |
| Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert | |
| Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot | |
| I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it yeah! | |
| I' m in the lead I can pop a wheelie got em! | |
| Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb GO! | |
| I' m here muhfucker make room... BOOM! | |
| Young Tune the big kahuna | |
| It' s my ocean baby y' all niggaz is tuna | |
| Better now than sooner junior | |
| Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya | |
| I ain' t goin nowhere special I won' t never leave | |
| Shit I' m already a legend if I ever leave | |
| Game get rid of me? Not little me | |
| Man I got ' em I' mma get ' em B I got ' em B | |
| I' m hungry like I didn' t eat | |
| I want it like I didn' t see a mill before seventeen | |
| What the fuck you niggaz tellin me? | |
| You pups can' t keep up with the pedigree | |
| Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies | |
| Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new? | |
| Sometimes I can' t cut through that rough loop | |
| Get fucked so many times til it' s fuck you fuck em! | |
| So how you wan' do it baby we can get it | |
| All you gotta do is say it and I' m wit it | |
| Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver | |
| I' mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah | |
| Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it | |
| Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah | |
| Now I kill it the mission accomplished | |
| The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished | |
| Then they pay homage when did they find it but | |
| Now that they know it' s a must I remind ' em so | |
| They don' t forget it I underline it and | |
| I' m in the sky when the thunder' s cryin young' n | |
| I been through all that I done done what you sayin | |
| I put it down when the others was playin | |
| When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders | |
| Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions | |
| Quote unquote with the eighth I' m a gorilla but lighter | |
| Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah | |
| Start ' em ignite ' em I walk through fire | |
| Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah | |
| Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga | |
| Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga | |
| I' m awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga | |
| Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite | |
| Fork in the road I' m always goin right | |
| Nowadays knowin life ain' t no more road lights | |
| We can' t see but we gon make it to the finish line | |
| It' s right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line | |
| Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines | |
| Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times | |
| Damn then one more to the face BOW! just | |
| So they close the casket like I pay to close the case | |
| I' m made straight mafia shit front line | |
| Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit | |
| If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich | |
| So fuck ' em I' mma let ' em sit | |
| And I ain' t duckin cuz I' m right here I' m just enough | |
| I don' t care who at the top of the stairs I' m steppin up | |
| See you fuckin up the money baby that ain' t good business | |
| You startin to look like a witness and this is | |
| For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes | |
| Crossover whatever mainstream know | |
| Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne' ll never fold | |
| You heard it right here if the game was ever told | |
| Lift up ya toes and look under a rug | |
| Trust me there' s history under all that dust | |
| So deep down in the dirty there lies us who? | |
| Yeah Cash Money Records and I' m still up front | |
| Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt | |
| Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut | |
| What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch | |
| Thats real shit if you ever seen such | |
| Chuch | |
| Tha Mobb | |
| nigga |
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