Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] Now, this is what they've been waitin' for Yeah, yes, sir Ya dig? Ya dig? Santana Weezy F Ayy Haha Ayy, Wayne What up, man? What you been workin' on, nigga? Oh, you know, I got Curren$y album and, and, and quietly working on my album, ya dig? Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, nigga That's what it is But dig this Hmm? They wanna know what we been working on together Yeah, yeah, that's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit," they know that there Yeah, you know They know what it is So if they ever thought the South and the North was gon' collide That's what they thinking Guess what? We already did Already [Verse 1: Juelz Santana & Lil Wayne] I'm feeling like a (Go) Black Republican, nah, I can't call it (Yeah) More like a Black Democrat, runnin' 'em out of office (Yeah, get out) Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it (Haha) The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you I protect my land like a farmer Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yep), huh Or should I say fat like the Parkers Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra (Ha) Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah) Y'all funny, I'm bonkers Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness Rockstar, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Haha) And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never) Money buried behind my house like a garden (What?) All green, my bank account's like a forest "I Can't Feel My Face" is gettin' started (Yeah) And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig? A Black activist like Sonny Carson Stripes of a sergeant, salute me And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Ha) I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims It's get rich, go to jail or be a murder victim Ayy, now all y'all listen If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen (Yeah) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I feel like a Black Republican, tote a MAC in the public And act so southern and die for my brethren Money, money, money, like Money Mackin' Publishings One life to live, never ask for a mulligan Streets cold, but the heat make me feel covenant Been had cake, they late like Ed Sullivan Fly like an eagle, but, no, I'm not Donovan Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama and them And my mind is on another continent I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit I don't parkin' lot pimp, I just politick Bet I get all in her mouth like Polident New Orleans representer to the inner Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be [Outro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] Yeah Ya dig? Ayy And we wanna let the world know This is not a diss song either, people Uh-uh, uh-uh We don't diss them, we dismiss them Ya dig? Haha Recognize or step aside Yeah Ya dig? Hahaha We let the music talk Drought 3, hahaha And by the way What? It's Santana It's Weezy I'm back Yeah You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself Assholes DipSet for life Cash Money Cash Money, what up Young Money, Skull Gang Mill