Gossip
Lil Wayne
(i hate gossip......'n i dont walk around lookin' for it ya know? but, yesterday it seemed to just wonder around til it found me ya know like....gossip found me...'n why dont you try provin' it...how? you dont know how to prove it?...well what you just do is.............
Stop, hatin' on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga
'n you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga
...i give my all behind da mic
But you could never see if you sit behind da light
You don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But ima wear that championship belt so tight
...and if im wrong, there is no right
And if im wrong, there is snow white
...im tryna be po-lite
But you bitches in my hair like the f**kin' po-lice
My flow is rare, des other rappers nice
Des other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But im much more bright, i give da game sight
So before you dim da light you just might might wanna.....
(think it overrrrrr) (think it over) (woooooooohooooo) (think it overrrrr) (think it over)
Stop, analysin' critizisin'
You should realize what i am and start epitomizin'
Confident...got da heart of da biggest lion
Confident...like f**k 'em all pull out my dick 'n ride it
My flow's sick so sick its like my shit is dyin'
It rains alot in my city cuz my city's cryin', cuz my city's dyin'
But i emerge from all of dat i am a livin' pion--
Neer, zion...fear god not them
Steer my robin coupe thru da streets of da boot (*louisiana is shaped like a boot) 'n *suuwuu* 'n
Den i leave a tub in da booth, i leave a blood bath
Sorry der's a tub in da booth, now where da drugs at?
.....like da strings on da shoe, no nigga f**k dat
Im twisted like da strings on da boot, where new orleans at?
I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass
...so in your possession, i must ask...
(hey,.....haven't i been good to youuuuuu?) (think it over) (tell me) (haven't i been sweeeeeeet to youuuuuuuuu?)
Drag my name through da mud, i come out clean
Cast away stone, i wont even blink
A gun is not a math problem, i wont even think....
Just leave you dead like da mink under my sink
Dont believe in me...dont believe me
I graduated from hungry 'n made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it 'n eat it
But ima need cheese if im bakin' lasagne (he says it like lasini)
You niggas want beef, i want a steak 'n da weed be
Lost in amsterdam or jamaica where we be
....hard body nigga, takin' it easy
All about my paper 'bout my paper like e.z.
Why do rappers why do rappers
Lie to fans, lie to rappers
'lotta rappers lie like actors
Cut da mudaf**kin' cameras
Cut da check, f**k ya props
I-am hip-hop
And i aint dead im alive
compositores: Dwayne Carter, Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Nicholas Warwar, Edward Jr. Holland
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Stop, hatin' on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga
'n you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga
...i give my all behind da mic
But you could never see if you sit behind da light
You don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But ima wear that championship belt so tight
...and if im wrong, there is no right
And if im wrong, there is snow white
...im tryna be po-lite
But you bitches in my hair like the f**kin' po-lice
My flow is rare, des other rappers nice
Des other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But im much more bright, i give da game sight
So before you dim da light you just might might wanna.....
(think it overrrrrr) (think it over) (woooooooohooooo) (think it overrrrr) (think it over)
Stop, analysin' critizisin'
You should realize what i am and start epitomizin'
Confident...got da heart of da biggest lion
Confident...like f**k 'em all pull out my dick 'n ride it
My flow's sick so sick its like my shit is dyin'
It rains alot in my city cuz my city's cryin', cuz my city's dyin'
But i emerge from all of dat i am a livin' pion--
Neer, zion...fear god not them
Steer my robin coupe thru da streets of da boot (*louisiana is shaped like a boot) 'n *suuwuu* 'n
Den i leave a tub in da booth, i leave a blood bath
Sorry der's a tub in da booth, now where da drugs at?
.....like da strings on da shoe, no nigga f**k dat
Im twisted like da strings on da boot, where new orleans at?
I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass
...so in your possession, i must ask...
(hey,.....haven't i been good to youuuuuu?) (think it over) (tell me) (haven't i been sweeeeeeet to youuuuuuuuu?)
Drag my name through da mud, i come out clean
Cast away stone, i wont even blink
A gun is not a math problem, i wont even think....
Just leave you dead like da mink under my sink
Dont believe in me...dont believe me
I graduated from hungry 'n made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it 'n eat it
But ima need cheese if im bakin' lasagne (he says it like lasini)
You niggas want beef, i want a steak 'n da weed be
Lost in amsterdam or jamaica where we be
....hard body nigga, takin' it easy
All about my paper 'bout my paper like e.z.
Why do rappers why do rappers
Lie to fans, lie to rappers
'lotta rappers lie like actors
Cut da mudaf**kin' cameras
Cut da check, f**k ya props
I-am hip-hop
And i aint dead im alive
compositores: Dwayne Carter, Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Nicholas Warwar, Edward Jr. Holland
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