Текст песни Lil Wayne f Big Tymers, TQ - Way of Life
Lil Wayne f Big Tymers, TQ - Way of Life слова песни
[Intro: Mannie Fresh]Look right here, this how we gon do thisHook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboardAnd we gon run this for you, ya heard?Yeah, check it out[Female]Cash Money...Cash Money...Cash Money...Cash Money...[Lil Wayne]Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out finsHit the mall wit my girlfriends dish out endsCause you know it ain`t trickin if you got itCopped baby girl what she desired It`s chump change ma, marijuana scholar Know`n what I got up in my styrafoam cup - that purple stuffIt was given to me at birth to stunSo that`s why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups[Baby]Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubsCadillac Truck, 28`s, no rubsSlide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lensCar show in New York, y`all know who winsIt`s the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci PradaSlant back Cup Truck, no rims - can`t hollaIt`s that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streetsIt`s the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me?[Chorus: TQ]Baby, I`m a stunnaI ain`t gon change itDon`t.. you.. know.. it`s a way of life?Mami, do you want it?Cause I`m about to bring itOh baby, can`t stop the stun, no, no[Baby]Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoesRoyal blue jag on `em 22`sSlippers, white to breate, 500 DegreezIn that Cadillac Truck on `em 23`sI`m the boss of the game with the money and fameAll these, naked women that pop champagneAnd these, marble floors stay high as Rick JamesIf you know my name then you know my game[Lil Wayne]It`s Lil` Whodi from the Hot Block where seris flowGotta get dough, cha`ll won`t feel me brokeBut, y`all don`t hear me thoughTil I`m rolling down my window where my grill is showAnd you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24`sWord, rims poking out the side of the errGlock, have ya ribs poking out the side of your shirt I`m a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf[Chorus][Lil Wayne]Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so...Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking thoughWe smoke stinky stinky droAnd we don`t cop them incy wincy o`sAnd we don`t stop, nah, we blowFuck the pee-pleEverywhere we go we smell like ick yoBirdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy[Baby]See they think cause I stay English turnThat stunna don`t ever OZ to burnI go in each sto` and ball like a dogMe and my niggs ball like a dogCars on my streets, all on the lawnIce in my teeth, all on my armTats in my face, my back and my arm[Lil Wayne]Tats in my face, my back and my arm[Chorus][Outro: Mannie Fresh]Yo, there it is, ya lil` low lifeSee, I`m a professional - you a rookieFuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussyThat`s some serious shitOh yeah, believe thatWho we rollin wit?We rollin wit Cash MoneyOh, I forgot about peace - Peace!I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of propertyJust a mind gamePiece of mind, ya knowPiece of something, motherfucker!