Текст песни Lil` Wayne f Big Tymers - Not Like Me
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[Paparue]Original roughnecks, hear {laughing}Check!(Chorus 2x)Nobody burn them blocks like-a weNobody bust them heads like-a weNobody could outshine weTha whole CMR, CMR family[Lil` Wayne]Look, it`s little rhymecholyLegendary like Bob Marley17 ward superstar, feel meI tell ya, shorty million dollar, niggaDon`t test, `cause lil` shorty is a rider, niggaGot my click behind me.. every step of tha wayHit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your faceI`m a bloodhound... I ain`t lyin`, I`m thugged out!I`m from uptown... and that ain`t no Beverly HillsYou wan` know what that be like? Well, curiousity killsSend chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy`Specially if it`s a drought, I got ta have tha moneyTake tha hit, even if it`s below tha average moneyGot to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppyI`m just a lil` thug, whatBelt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, whatAnd police don`t even matter, they can suck whatTha price right if I catch ya slippin`, nigga, what what.. what(Chorus)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we (nawww)Nobody bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)Nobody could outshin weTha whole CMR, CMR family ([Baby]What!) ([Pap.] For real!)([Baby]What! What!)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)Nobody bust them heads like-a we ([Baby] Say it, say it) ([Pap.] hmmmm)Nobody could outshine weTha whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!)[Mannie Fresh]Eeh, what, whatWhat, you got a (?), `cause of tha threats that you sendin` me?Lil` boy, I got so much money, I know who killed KennedyI hear you tellin` people `bout tha people you doneBut look, everytime I brought me to ya, you all about funWhat made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that`s not right!Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai BoI don`t know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whoreKickin`, trifling, dirty, and lowWe use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and backI drive tha rental car while you drive tha CadillacShakin` like a pair of hot diceDoin` 55, duckin` feds, law enforcement, and policeNiggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soulTreat`cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!9-karat 44`s, and CalicosKeep a clean noseAnd tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes(Chorus)Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([B.G.] What? What?)Nobody bust (Stop!) them heads like-a we (What? What?)Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) family (What?) ([Pap.] Uh-huhh!)Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww) ([B.G.] What? What?)Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm) ([B.G.] What? What?)Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) ([Pap.] For real!!)[Baby]Nigga outta line, get smokedI don`t kidd, or jokeFuckin` with my B.G., off top I`m goin` brokeI don`t play with these niggasI get.. low down and dirtyAnd have niggas` brains coverin` tha groundI`m tha number-one stunter, you don`t want my troubleI`ll have four niggas in your hood in my hummerI`m from back in tha game, but ain`t a damn thing change[B.G.]Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same[Baby]My money long, but it don`t run with tha airportI just bought a Hotel Cash Money ResortHos love my grill, hos love my crib[B.G.]These hos just love tha way that.. Baby live[Baby]But I`m a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tapsGot a Cash Money Millionaires `cross my backYou don`t want funk with me.. I don`t think you do, nigga[B.G.]We`ll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew[Baby]What!(Chorus 4x){fading out begins in 4th}