Lil Wayne, Raw Dizzy - Get Real Gangsta lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Raw Dizzy - Get Real Gangsta lyrics]
Boo got a blunt in his ear!
Chea, it's me and Raw DI this time, bastards
I got my little brother Capo on this one, too
Yeah, haha, that's right
Young Money, Cash Money, man
(yeah, real shit nigga)
Gangsta shit, get your game up, boy, for real
The clock is ticking, the cops is sitting
Waiting on me to pop the ribbon so
I can get locked in prison
But I forgive 'em
They don't know I got the bishop
Giving me a future face
They cannot prevent it sky's the limit
I travel but I tries to pivot
Look in my eyes and combine the spirit
Time'll end it if it's not a couple of Gs
It's dimes and pennies
If I don't break a knuckle or knee
My shine is finished i'm climbing in it
But I could fall down the chimney
A hound is in me
So don't come around or near me
You clowns is really fucking up
Ya bound to get it i sit a barrel on ya
Tongue so round and pretty fought my ticket
Now I'ma skip town and kick it
Dress code: just some khaki
Brown lil' Dickies
Got them pounds and chickens stuffed
In coffee grounds and fishes, nigga
It don't get no gangsta than this
Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee
Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga
And you gon' back down
And you gon' back down
It don't get no gangsta than this
Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee
Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga
And you gon' back down
And you gon' back down
Yeah, fresh off the block
That's Apple and Eagle Street
I go through there every week even
If it's just to speak what up?
I don't see Red, so I keep going
He's probably with Rodney
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep asking me to stick
22s on the Rolls and I keep telling him no
But
If he keep playing then I'ma have to show him
And come through this bitch on 24s
Like what up?!
These hoes keep asking me to marry 'em
Knowing that my ex-wife'll bury 'em
So bitch, shut up!
I'm blowing on that berry like Marion
You knowing what the fuck a nigga carrying
Get bald head like a Aryan
I think a nigga bout to buy a Marriott
Now all my hoes, put up!
Check, lights off, mask on, creep silent
Move light, walk, step, talk, squeak, holla
(I hear 'em)
Pull a tool, nigga sweet like peach cobbler
Shoot twice, don't check
Let them people find him
I'm the screw face to this rap game
Weezy put me on, new face with the same name
Oh yes I did, get 'em, kid, if I ask ya
Just bring me the bastard
With his head unfastened
Faster than a panther goes the
Lead from the clapper
Round up ya boys, get this round of applause
They say I'm two faced, look, nigga
I ain't changed cause if I feel played
I'ma let the iron rain
R-r-rang, bang bang with my gang, mane
Know how to slang 'caine, whoa
I can maintain
Bang bang, cross my chest
Bang bang, you cross ya chest
Toss ya chest in the mess with the rest, damn
Yeah, light one up, man
We gon' ride out to this one, yeah
Yeah, stop playing, we so here, man
Hats low, money high, we high too
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money
Chea, it's me and Raw DI this time, bastards
I got my little brother Capo on this one, too
Yeah, haha, that's right
Young Money, Cash Money, man
(yeah, real shit nigga)
Gangsta shit, get your game up, boy, for real
The clock is ticking, the cops is sitting
Waiting on me to pop the ribbon so
I can get locked in prison
But I forgive 'em
They don't know I got the bishop
Giving me a future face
They cannot prevent it sky's the limit
I travel but I tries to pivot
Look in my eyes and combine the spirit
Time'll end it if it's not a couple of Gs
It's dimes and pennies
If I don't break a knuckle or knee
My shine is finished i'm climbing in it
But I could fall down the chimney
A hound is in me
So don't come around or near me
You clowns is really fucking up
Ya bound to get it i sit a barrel on ya
Tongue so round and pretty fought my ticket
Now I'ma skip town and kick it
Dress code: just some khaki
Brown lil' Dickies
Got them pounds and chickens stuffed
In coffee grounds and fishes, nigga
It don't get no gangsta than this
Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee
Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga
And you gon' back down
And you gon' back down
It don't get no gangsta than this
Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee
Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga
And you gon' back down
And you gon' back down
Yeah, fresh off the block
That's Apple and Eagle Street
I go through there every week even
If it's just to speak what up?
I don't see Red, so I keep going
He's probably with Rodney
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep asking me to stick
22s on the Rolls and I keep telling him no
But
If he keep playing then I'ma have to show him
And come through this bitch on 24s
Like what up?!
These hoes keep asking me to marry 'em
Knowing that my ex-wife'll bury 'em
So bitch, shut up!
I'm blowing on that berry like Marion
You knowing what the fuck a nigga carrying
Get bald head like a Aryan
I think a nigga bout to buy a Marriott
Now all my hoes, put up!
Check, lights off, mask on, creep silent
Move light, walk, step, talk, squeak, holla
(I hear 'em)
Pull a tool, nigga sweet like peach cobbler
Shoot twice, don't check
Let them people find him
I'm the screw face to this rap game
Weezy put me on, new face with the same name
Oh yes I did, get 'em, kid, if I ask ya
Just bring me the bastard
With his head unfastened
Faster than a panther goes the
Lead from the clapper
Round up ya boys, get this round of applause
They say I'm two faced, look, nigga
I ain't changed cause if I feel played
I'ma let the iron rain
R-r-rang, bang bang with my gang, mane
Know how to slang 'caine, whoa
I can maintain
Bang bang, cross my chest
Bang bang, you cross ya chest
Toss ya chest in the mess with the rest, damn
Yeah, light one up, man
We gon' ride out to this one, yeah
Yeah, stop playing, we so here, man
Hats low, money high, we high too
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money