Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Uh-huh The fuck was I thinking? Drought 3, bitch Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt What you know 'bout it? You dig? Weezy the name, money's the game Already [Verse 1] Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion 'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen Copped a big-boy Porsche with all the specifics And I keep that torch, baby, call me Olympics Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys When the gun goes pow, I be at the finish With my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes Pull up on you in the coupe, how fat is your engine? Never talk to those that sat on the benches Boy, I was in the game on fourth and inches These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business See you fuckin' with the boy that tote toys before Christmas Got all these hoes tripping, got all these hoes strippin' And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we tippin' I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin' Make my friends buy they own, fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly Ain't gotta lie just to try to be with me Bitches up in Heaven waitin' that done died to be with me I'm crazy for bein' Wayne or is Wayne just crazy? I been around, I'm still around like them GEICO cavemen Hairpin trigger, no, I won't shave it I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it The South is so dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin' Baby girl, your pussy's lookin' so vacant And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush, not Macon Fuck waist-deep, I'm in over my head But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan Your girl wants me to come 'ron her like Reagan Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in I don't fear nothin' but God and weddings At the top of my paper like I'm startin' a heading My homie Santana, yeah, that's my ace But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face" [Interlude] Yeah Weezy, bitch Give a fuck about you at all I'm paid Been that way for a long time Looks like I'ma die like that 'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die, haha [Verse 2] Yeah, see, they don't know where I came from, but they know where I'm goin' And I'll tell you just how the top feels when I'm on In the game, I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar I'm a panther, I'm a bengal, Ochocinco I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie In a pair of Gucci flops feelin' freer than Willy When them niggas left I, it got a little bit chilly But I just let it burn like the end of the Philly, Weezy