Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah Haha, check me out, man [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, original gangsta, black clothes and bangers Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up We stay low from the ranges 'cause they trying to tame us But we brainless And just think I'm one sell-out record away from bein' famous Shit, I guess I ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay where the worms stay I spit it for my nigga's sake, I spit it for myself a long time ago Got a few houses, few whips, few condos I'm so straight, I'm pointin' The game is hurtin', and Baby Boy the ointment Baby Boy the president now, shit, you gotta make an appointment Two record labels, you should come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah, gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it" I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it" I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up [Verse 2: Birdman] Yeah, nigga playin', doin' about one-eighty Maserati match the drop top, sun shadin' Gotta be fly, P1 nigga Spent about five, condo high in the sky G4 whenever, fly in any weather Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers Million on the floor, that's fo' sho' The lil' homie got the flow, so we all just gon' flow And don't think about the past A lil' water came, now we floatin' on everything Niggas doin' about anything Killin' while they hustlin', niggas puttin' it in for the change So we headed to the game Culpepper gettin' his roll on, I'm on the side with that bling And outside, got them thangs Them Phantoms out there, we doin' us, switchin' lanes [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah, gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it" I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it" I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Nah, I don't fuck with that, dawg I'm gonna knock your fuckin' head off And I'm comin' back hard Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin' that off I'm comin' back with it, and let my team split it With a swagger you can't get, nah, you can't get it Shit, bitch, I pop like Diddy I pop like, "When he gon' stop?" When it's empty And you still drawin', Leonardo DaVinci [Verse 4: Birdman] Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin' money, ridin' dirty Uptown puttin' in down, blowin' out the pound Duffle bag full of cash when I come around The lil' homie got the game, so I put him down Hold my town, world wide wearin' a crown Like father, like son, got it off the mound Like father, like son, nigga's stand they grounds Like father, like son, nigga fuck them clowns [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah, gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it" I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it" I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up [Over Chorus: Birdman] Yeah nigga Un-fuckin-believable I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga You know, they mouth like they ass Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world