(feat. Petey Pablo)
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[Lil Wayne talking]
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Uh-oh, uh-oh
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You know how we do it
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Weezy and Petey, baby
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Ya'know
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This here is 500 Degreez
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Holla at 'em dogg
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[Petey Pablo]
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Cuz I know I ain't dreaming
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I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
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Switching it up
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Fuck it put them things on the truck
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What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up
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Hating me kinky licks talking so much
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Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
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You want to
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You ain't built to squabble with us
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I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
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I drink your water up
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Cool off I'm leaving with something
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They leaving you something crop stolen
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An asshole heard it
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Hip on purpose
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Dre I did what you told me
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I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working
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Keep me a burner
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Poison that I grab in the morning
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Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth
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A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
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I keep waiting
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I hear your name in the papers
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[Hook][Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
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They call me young as Weezy
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I'm gon round up the whole uptown
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We gon burn this bitch down to the ground
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People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers
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Crazy-ass Petey
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I'ma tell a nigga just like this
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If you want it boy you sure can get it
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You ain't heard
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It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga
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[Lil Wayne]
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They call me gangsta gangsta
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Weezy, Weezy
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Lil Birdman junior
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Holla at ya nigga
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I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
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I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga
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Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz
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You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga
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And I'm so high
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No I'm too high
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But a little work on a few blocks
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And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
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If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
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Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie
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I hold Cash Money myself it's me money
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Old cats wants to test come see shortie
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I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it
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I riding in a 'Rarri where the top is in my pocket
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That's young Weezy baby
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[Hook]
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[Lil Wayne]
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You see it's young Wayne
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Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain
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He is crazy deranged
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Put them blades on his thing
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Just like 80 to summer
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So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something
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So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something
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Like, Weezy's the man
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If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
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Cuz he's 500 Degreez
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I need a fan, whew
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Cool me off wipe me down
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Daddy is back in town
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With the back of my Caddy slanted down
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And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around
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Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
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Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
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I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
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You can ask around
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And they tell you like me
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There ain't nobody like me
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It's Weezy baby
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[Hook]
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[Lil Wayne talking]
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Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga
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Don't get it tangled and twisted
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I'm in the studio right now nigga
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With my boy
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My nigga Boo in this bitch
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My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean
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500 Degreez
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They all riding with ya boy
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Fi-Fi
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They gotta feel me
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Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
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You know the name, bitch
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Gangsta Sh*t!!
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| B.G. |
