Lil Wayne - Carter II lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Carter II lyrics]
So you made it this far we upstairs
I let you up here you special
Marley, don't shoot 'em
You know what this is
It's still Tha Carter I I, people
It's still Tha Carter I I, people
Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter I I, people
Hey, yeah
All I have in this world is
A pistol and a promise
A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems
I address 'em like PO boxes
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans
The Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy
Still fuckin' with that block shit
Wet your ass up head to
Feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter
Tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honeypie
We ain't running, we don't hide
Screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Don't get caught on it
This the deadliest grinds
I put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalk's only for the art, homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya?
Look around
We at war and you still in preparation
I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long
You got to pace it you gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper
Gotta blow that paper gotta know that
Photophobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw
I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing
Got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brassiere hook bitch, cheer
Camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear
You ain't nothing but a deer
Around here, and this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot out
The pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boy some dipping sauce
I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On they head at the bottom
You ain't got to shoot 'em
'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't got to get 'em
'cause I already got 'em get 'em
I let you up here you special
Marley, don't shoot 'em
You know what this is
It's still Tha Carter I I, people
It's still Tha Carter I I, people
Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter I I, people
Hey, yeah
All I have in this world is
A pistol and a promise
A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems
I address 'em like PO boxes
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans
The Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy
Still fuckin' with that block shit
Wet your ass up head to
Feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter
Tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honeypie
We ain't running, we don't hide
Screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Don't get caught on it
This the deadliest grinds
I put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalk's only for the art, homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya?
Look around
We at war and you still in preparation
I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long
You got to pace it you gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper
Gotta blow that paper gotta know that
Photophobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw
I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing
Got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brassiere hook bitch, cheer
Camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear
You ain't nothing but a deer
Around here, and this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot out
The pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boy some dipping sauce
I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On they head at the bottom
You ain't got to shoot 'em
'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't got to get 'em
'cause I already got 'em get 'em