Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda - New Orleans Maniac lyrics

This is the archetypal rock sound
Ok this really ain't no rock shit
But um, leggo!

Hollygrove monster, New Orleans maniac
Shoot a nigga up until his
Whole body ain't attached
Hi, my name is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best crapper alive
'Cause you talk shit
I get hit and walk it off like fuck that
Then I just spit like barking dogs
Call it "bust back
" attitude like "fuck em all"
And I'm greasy
And your boyfriend is a butterball
What's geezy? I mean what's good? Bitch
Is you blind?
Check my watch, bet it be money all the time
Sunny on the side where I stay at
Where MIA at? I get pussy
Every time I say that
Haha! In the game room, I don't play that
Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at
AK at your front door, Young Zoe
You can ask Brisco, shoot 'til my wrist sore
Coupe with a bitch low
Who with the sick pour
I'm tired of the south
So in your mouth is where the dick go
Yeahhh! They like it when I say yeah, huh?
And your boyfriend's a tampon
And I don't own land, baby, I own a landmine
So step on my land and
Catch a bomb like Anquan
Weezy F and the 'F' is for franchise
You looking at me is like
You're looking through ant eyes
Hahaha! Young Money can't die
Bitch, we like Hancock
Yeah, I'm a Martian what you saying, Spock?
I turn your beef into a hamhock
Then I put it in a pan pot
Shoot 'til my hand hot
I can't hear you saying stop
I hear nina saying "pop"
I hear choppers saying "chop"
I hear niggas screaming and shit, like
I say "holla at ya boy, bitch"
But holla at ya boy bitch
I'm the boy bitch, not ya boy bitch
'cause ya boy a bitch
Ha ha haha! Young Moola Crazy!

Eastside Loco, you're sweet like cocoa
And you can get your ass beat fast like go-go
Mask on my face, low pro that a no show
Shoot a rapper when his album
Drop give 'em promo you clown like bozo
They ask him bout the group shit
It's time to get the loot
Bitch I had to go solo
Your bitch all on me, you
Better watch your ho, though
She wanna come kick it like a dojo, uh oh
Slick nigga, fuck 'em
Then I drop 'em like a low-low
Bitch want money like Millz: "No, no no"
Nigga, if you hating, suck a dick no homo
Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos
Yeah I'm doing what I do, so nigga
Just do you
And my gun nicknamed menage she do two
Nigga, welcome to the Young
Money Ape Zoo Crew we starving and you could
Get ate like zoo-zoos
Niggas boo hoo, cry motherfucker
I'm heartless i'll break bones and cartilage
You are just a mark
Muthafucker I'm a marksman
And I'm all about the green like Boston
Pardon me, nigga, I'm talking reckless
You walk into a gun fight, knife, no vest
Bitch you crazy
Just like the ice you wearing, you fugazi
Put 'em in the dirt make
'em push a few daisies
80's baby, soon-to-be rich nigga
King Kong beating on my chest
On you bitch niggas
Paper I'm after, so I'm on your ass now
Young Money: motherfucking cash cow gUDDA!