Lil Wayne - Oh No lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Oh No lyrics]
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
Haha, cut the music up please
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
Hahaha, yeah
I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat
Still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine
Where the patience at?
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love, then take it back
Good grief, man
This world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killing for crack, you know the story
Snakes eat rats
Face the facts, you can't change him
Can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Can't miss him, if he kill you
Then you can't blame him
That's just how the dice roll
When you can't fade 'em
Get too deep up in that water
And they can't save you
Me, I come out of that water
Like I was just bathin'
And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah
I'm from the hood
So I rep 'em where I can't take em
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove
" was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y
I'm so high i skeet-skeet in any nigga
Dime like she's mine
Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch
Make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in your speakers
From the chopper blast like, haha, ah
That's bullet holes in your sneakers
Got you hoppin' back
It all stop when they hit you
In your top and back
No cockin' back, silly motherfucker
You ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's an automatic shotty from a
Drum they call Tommy
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of your visible body
He leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin'
While you pussy niggas is sleepin'
I'm thinkin'
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin'
Bob Marley got me stinkin'
Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm
Life's a Slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins
From where I came
Though I bear a name only one can live with
Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot
Forget it
I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo
Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill
What you know about a bongo
Having her mind go
Over a convo about dough? Nothing
Man, the four-wheelers look so
Good on the sand tee or tank top, pocket fan
No pocketknife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat tat, tat, tat tat-t tat tat
Boom haha, tonight
I might just boost my feature price
'Cause to each his own
And the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house
She told me to shoot you right
After I knock you out
And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if
You hit him in the right spot
Hold up, the beat might drop
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
Haha, cut the music up please
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
Hahaha, yeah
I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat
Still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine
Where the patience at?
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love, then take it back
Good grief, man
This world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killing for crack, you know the story
Snakes eat rats
Face the facts, you can't change him
Can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Can't miss him, if he kill you
Then you can't blame him
That's just how the dice roll
When you can't fade 'em
Get too deep up in that water
And they can't save you
Me, I come out of that water
Like I was just bathin'
And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah
I'm from the hood
So I rep 'em where I can't take em
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove
" was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y
I'm so high i skeet-skeet in any nigga
Dime like she's mine
Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch
Make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullet holes in your speakers
From the chopper blast like, haha, ah
That's bullet holes in your sneakers
Got you hoppin' back
It all stop when they hit you
In your top and back
No cockin' back, silly motherfucker
You ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's an automatic shotty from a
Drum they call Tommy
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of your visible body
He leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin'
While you pussy niggas is sleepin'
I'm thinkin'
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin'
Bob Marley got me stinkin'
Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm
Life's a Slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins
From where I came
Though I bear a name only one can live with
Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot
Forget it
I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo
Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill
What you know about a bongo
Having her mind go
Over a convo about dough? Nothing
Man, the four-wheelers look so
Good on the sand tee or tank top, pocket fan
No pocketknife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat tat, tat, tat tat-t tat tat
Boom haha, tonight
I might just boost my feature price
'Cause to each his own
And the lights is bright
And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house
She told me to shoot you right
After I knock you out
And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if
You hit him in the right spot
Hold up, the beat might drop
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)