Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Brisco - La La lyrics

David-David-David-David-David Banner
La, la la la la, la la la, la
La, la la la la, la la la, la
La La, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la la la la, la la la, la

Ugh, sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like the
Bride and her daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean
But we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris
Hilton, presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole
And I'm a lion like her daddy
I am hotter than the Sun day after Sat'day
I swear


I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy
Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket
Or Diego Corrales, nigga, keep jabbin'
See, my style, it varies
Like drugs in a alley my leather so soft
My paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes apparently
A parent, yeah
My daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga
I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground
And my daughter is my sky i swear
I look in her face and I just
Want to break out and fly
Four tears in my face
And you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all
I got a bank full of pride oww!

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga I'm the shit
Get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend
Ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit
Get the fuck up out my toilet (Ahhh, haaaa)

My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as
The wrapper of a Kisses (Hershey's)
I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit
I be ballin' like a Piston
Oh, and did I mention? I'm fly like a pigeon
Higher than gas prices
You Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar
Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin'
He told me, "Sip this
And call me in the morning"
Yeah, and I vowed to
Never trust another woman
In my life then, I got horny

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga I'm the shit
Get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend
Ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit
Get the fuck up out my toilet

See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you
Know a nigga been home, honey
Money fuckin' retarded
Call it "Down Syndrome money"
My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed
"sickle cell bread"
My revenue stream got a disease
Like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or
Way down in Comstock
These bitches call me "Bling King
" I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas
Flawless and D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine
Just like a sparkle from clean glass
They movin' on a nigga as
I'm walkin' the valley, ready
And zoomin' with the cameras like
I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things
That you niggas can't believe
Like purchase purses, places
All them things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women the
Caliber of Janet i sit and master my vision
And massacre the planet (Whoa)
I hope you niggas know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper
Niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (Okay)

Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga I'm the shit
Get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend
Ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit
Get the fuck up out my toilet