[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]
Push Impalas and Caprice`s (Believe that daddy)
Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)
You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)
Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)
That`s, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)
Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)
It`s my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)
Got them 20`s on ya ride (Believe that daddy)
Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)
Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)
And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)
Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)
Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)
`Cause that`s what hoes like (Believe that daddy)
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies
I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
All the niggas on the block that got that work to move
(Verse 1 - Lil` Wayne)
It`s Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I`m putting birdies out
Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you bitch you still ain`t got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain`t got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga we tymin`, the cost of my watch over ya house
I`m a boss man, I watch over the South
Jazze Pha, let`s hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick `til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga it`s Weezy
This shit is over somebody cue me
(Chorus)
(Verse 2 - Lil` Wayne)
You don`t wanna play wit me, I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y`all don`t see me
Y`all can`t hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y`all know I`m the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it man
Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP`s from, here and there on the road
For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son
That`s, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned
(Chorus)
