Released: August 1, 2005
Songwriter: Lil Wayne
Producer: DJ Drama
[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
Yeah, you guessed accurately; it's me ladies and gents
Weezy F. Baby, please say the Baby
Gangsta Grillz, all up in ya grill
Drama, holla at your nigga
I won't lose me ya'll
This is the Dedication!
Rest in peace!
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
So now, I'm burying the burner in the bomber
I carry the concerns of my mama
I'm married to the money and the power
And still got guns on my side for my private affairs
Yeah, I know that water get cold but I dive in it bare
And swim through it alive and aware, I been through it
You probably never been to it, so now I dip through it
And they respect me like a pistol, I'm hip to it
I gets to it, like just do it, I miss doing it
A hundred shot drum, play 'em some clip music
I am the drum major, the drum section waiting
All it takes is one signal—you can get a cadence
You can get it catered, I'm at your service like a waiter
When it's beef, I become a nigga neighbor
I put potatoes on the heater, no labor, later
Now, how me make mashed potatoes
French-fry niggas, I bench, then fire niggas—bye, niggas!
I wet 'em up like rivers—now, flow by, niggas
I'm dripping-dry fly, now, squint your eyes bitches
I Dempsey-Tom bitches up out of new Bentleys
I'm old school like a loose Winston
Like, since when they make bulletproof skin?
I put it to your chin, and grin, and sin, and then, I...
Sin again; then, I'm gone in the wind
And I'm dumping my Scarlett O'Hara in the canal
'Cause I'm not getting stopped with cop paraphernal'
Now, I'm preparing to ill, not preparing to fail
'Cause my flow is for real, like the Sahara and Hell
Comparisons is irrelevant, I'm a arrogant male, yeah
I can handle it, I can graduate Yale, yeah
They featherweight, I sporadically ill the fuck out
And you can automatically killed, yeah
Peep the narrative of the New Orleans heritage
You can go get your evidence, I tell where and tell you when
I was prescribing medicine, you was getting your lesson in
I was getting my adolescent in
Lesser than God only, better than my last is what strive for
Dwelling on my past, I get high, so I light it up and smoke
Keep that Mary Poppins poppin' like a toaster
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Can't forget that purple potion, oh, shit
You ho niggas is ass—that's ho shit
So, shit, I blow bigger and mash, and laugh, like "Oh shit!"
I'm the best—no shit! Weezy
Yeah, you guessed accurately; it's me ladies and gents
Weezy F. Baby, please say the Baby
Gangsta Grillz, all up in ya grill
Drama, holla at your nigga
I won't lose me ya'll
This is the Dedication!
Rest in peace!
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
So now, I'm burying the burner in the bomber
I carry the concerns of my mama
I'm married to the money and the power
And still got guns on my side for my private affairs
Yeah, I know that water get cold but I dive in it bare
And swim through it alive and aware, I been through it
You probably never been to it, so now I dip through it
And they respect me like a pistol, I'm hip to it
I gets to it, like just do it, I miss doing it
A hundred shot drum, play 'em some clip music
I am the drum major, the drum section waiting
All it takes is one signal—you can get a cadence
You can get it catered, I'm at your service like a waiter
When it's beef, I become a nigga neighbor
I put potatoes on the heater, no labor, later
Now, how me make mashed potatoes
French-fry niggas, I bench, then fire niggas—bye, niggas!
I wet 'em up like rivers—now, flow by, niggas
I'm dripping-dry fly, now, squint your eyes bitches
I Dempsey-Tom bitches up out of new Bentleys
I'm old school like a loose Winston
Like, since when they make bulletproof skin?
I put it to your chin, and grin, and sin, and then, I...
Sin again; then, I'm gone in the wind
And I'm dumping my Scarlett O'Hara in the canal
'Cause I'm not getting stopped with cop paraphernal'
Now, I'm preparing to ill, not preparing to fail
'Cause my flow is for real, like the Sahara and Hell
Comparisons is irrelevant, I'm a arrogant male, yeah
I can handle it, I can graduate Yale, yeah
They featherweight, I sporadically ill the fuck out
And you can automatically killed, yeah
Peep the narrative of the New Orleans heritage
You can go get your evidence, I tell where and tell you when
I was prescribing medicine, you was getting your lesson in
I was getting my adolescent in
Lesser than God only, better than my last is what strive for
Dwelling on my past, I get high, so I light it up and smoke
Keep that Mary Poppins poppin' like a toaster
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Can't forget that purple potion, oh, shit
You ho niggas is ass—that's ho shit
So, shit, I blow bigger and mash, and laugh, like "Oh shit!"
I'm the best—no shit! Weezy
more tracks from the album
The Dedication
- Stilettos
- Wayne’s World (Skit)
- Wayne Ho Story (Skit)
- D-Boyz
- Dedication Convo
- Alchemist Shit
- 1 King
- Please Say the Baby
- Wayne Convos
- Intro (D1)
- Wayne Explains His Deal
- Weezy F. Baby (Dedication)
- Much More
- Young Money Property
- Dedication Intro
- U Gon Love Me
- Motivation
- Down & Out (Remix)
- Momma Taught Me
- I’m a Ridah
- Nah This Ain’t the Remix
- Bass Beat
- Over Here
- Like Dat
- So Smooth
From the albums
- The Dedication (2005)
- Young Money: The Mixtape, Vol. 1 (2006)