Released: May 22, 2006
Songwriter: Lil Wayne
Producer: Swizz Beatz
[Hook]
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one
(Dedication 2! Drama!)
[Verse 1]
What ya Mami told ya bout fuckin round wit' them soldiers?
Told ya I'd be back, I'm comin', I got that Tommy Lasorda
That's blood all over ya sofas, blood all over ya posters
Blood all over ya shoulders, blood all over the strollers
Do that shit, I done that shit, it's Weezy Baby, he's a baby
But that nigga run that shit, make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch, she know what it be, M.O.B
Pistol right there in my reach, you know what it be, him or me
Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key
Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing
I'm here, bada-bam-bing, my hand bling, my wrist bling
My neck bling, my ear bling, Super bowl ring, bitch
Cash Money, Young Money, Super Bowl team, bitch
Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch
You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch
This is New Orleans, bitch, murder dope fiend shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
What ya Papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soldiers?
I told ya, I'm comin back, I got that Tommy Mottola
That's blood all over ya Rover, blood all over ya chauffeur
Blood all over ya loafers, if I get any closer
There's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster
I'm in them S. Dots, that's blood all over my Hovas, fuck
I'm hustlin' with a motive, my niggas need me
And that Tiger in my pocket say, "Feed me," it's greedy
See 'em niggas, jack 'em niggas, kill 'em niggas, whack 'em niggas
Ask 'em bitches, ask them niggas, Weezy baby, that's the nigga
Catch me mashing in a V, matching seats, matching feet
Sheesh, that bitch too sweet for the streets
Got that keef for the leaf if he finna beef, no need to speak, let it be what it be
Niggas want peace, I make 'em leave here, piece by piece
Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do?
I been ready since '81 and I was born in '82
Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch the Zoo
I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit
Sucker free, sucker proof, 50 shots, cut 'em loose
Quarterback Weezy, baby, shotgun, run and shoot
Coming through, young'n do what young'ns do, ball, baby
At home fornicatin, homie by the phone waitin
Goddamn, I am, a man, the man
The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch!
[Hook]
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one
(Dedication 2! Drama!)
[Verse 1]
What ya Mami told ya bout fuckin round wit' them soldiers?
Told ya I'd be back, I'm comin', I got that Tommy Lasorda
That's blood all over ya sofas, blood all over ya posters
Blood all over ya shoulders, blood all over the strollers
Do that shit, I done that shit, it's Weezy Baby, he's a baby
But that nigga run that shit, make that money come back quick
Take that money from that bitch, she know what it be, M.O.B
Pistol right there in my reach, you know what it be, him or me
Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key
Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing
I'm here, bada-bam-bing, my hand bling, my wrist bling
My neck bling, my ear bling, Super bowl ring, bitch
Cash Money, Young Money, Super Bowl team, bitch
Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch
You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch
This is New Orleans, bitch, murder dope fiend shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
What ya Papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soldiers?
I told ya, I'm comin back, I got that Tommy Mottola
That's blood all over ya Rover, blood all over ya chauffeur
Blood all over ya loafers, if I get any closer
There's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster
I'm in them S. Dots, that's blood all over my Hovas, fuck
I'm hustlin' with a motive, my niggas need me
And that Tiger in my pocket say, "Feed me," it's greedy
See 'em niggas, jack 'em niggas, kill 'em niggas, whack 'em niggas
Ask 'em bitches, ask them niggas, Weezy baby, that's the nigga
Catch me mashing in a V, matching seats, matching feet
Sheesh, that bitch too sweet for the streets
Got that keef for the leaf if he finna beef, no need to speak, let it be what it be
Niggas want peace, I make 'em leave here, piece by piece
Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do?
I been ready since '81 and I was born in '82
Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch the Zoo
I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit
Sucker free, sucker proof, 50 shots, cut 'em loose
Quarterback Weezy, baby, shotgun, run and shoot
Coming through, young'n do what young'ns do, ball, baby
At home fornicatin, homie by the phone waitin
Goddamn, I am, a man, the man
The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch!
[Hook]
Dedication 2
- Georgia... Bush / Weezy’z Ambitionz
- Workin’ Em
- What U Kno
- Where Da Cash At
- Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle
- Ridin wit the AK
- The Best in the Business
- I’m the Best Rapper Alive
- Weezy on Retirement
- Weezy on the Streetz of N.O.
- Dedication After Disaster
- No Other
- They Still Like Me
- Spitter
- Cannon
- Walk It Off
- SportsCenter
- Dedication 2
- This What I Call Her
- Get ’Em
- Hustlin
- Poppin Them Bottles
- Gettin Some Head
- South Muzik
- Outta Here (Skit)
- Dedication 2 (2006)