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Les paroles de Tha Blues
| | | Artiste: | Lil Wayne |
| | Album: | Lights Out | | Titre: | Tha Blues | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 60 fois | | | | Paroles: | Lil Wayne]
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Ain't nothin' nice or
sweet (Huh?)
They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
Look-
Now when I crawl up
out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes - I'm drunk and blow
And
I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' niggas everyday
slumped in gutters
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
for the summer in a
bright orange pumpkin Hummer
(??) from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in
your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the
yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit
your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato
on the head of my nine - it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn
pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or
small
Ain't nothin' nice
[Hook (Lil Wayne)]
Ain't nothin' nice around here,
stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van there's a box in the
back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the
blues
[Lil Wayne]
Look-
Now we all do dumb things
Playin' with Wayne
doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are
ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
I
got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your
nieces
(????) off the meters
Don't leave without the heaters
Believe this, my nina's
got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and
millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
A lot of Hennessy - just twist
that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step
to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
Seventeen
Carollton - mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty - I carry one
Come to kill up
everyone
What!
[Hook (Lil Wayne)]
[Lil Wayne]
Everybody freeze and
drop when Lil Wheezy cop
And niggas be like Q-tip 'cause they breathin' stop
Believe or
not, the ki's ten G's (??)
Until I die I pullin' ego that be's the block
And he's so hot
that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the
glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin'
shots
Follow me - everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly - ruinin' your
economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window
while you're sleepin', take your child with me
I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis
Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of
fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by
your house
[Hook (Lil Wayne | | | |
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