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  • 作曲 : Lil Wayne
    [Intro]
    Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
    That noise in the background, that's my skateboard
    That nigga Mack crazy
    Yeah, uh
    [Verse 1]
    I put my shooters on they feet
    I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep
    The money turned my niggas into monsters
    The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
    The money turned my face into a stocking
    Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
    Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
    My woman turn my **** into a Mazda, Lord
    Body parts in the duffel
    The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
    The money turn my ***** into a monster
    She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord
    The money turn my niggas into killas
    The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla
    The money turnt the *****es into hoes
    The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
    I put my shooters on they feet
    Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat
    Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
    She from the hood but look like she from overseas
    I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya
    I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
    She say, "**** these other niggas, they ain't half of ya
    Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
    I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun
    Boy, we could sell white, in Africa
    It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
    And now I'm drooling on my chain
    "What happened to Wayne?"
    [Verse 2]
    I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second?
    Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti
    We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit
    Watch me pull up with no roof
    Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it
    I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
    Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
    Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
    Doing numbers in this *****, I'm like a smart phone with the digits
    *****!
    Riding 'round with the volume down
    With the windows up and the choppers down
    Soon as we get to your block
    It's the mother****in' other way around
    My ***** say I'm too wild
    She don't even know why she stay around
    I get home and I **** her down
    Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows
    If these bullets was paintballs
    I could **** around and I could paint a house
    You could tell I'm pimpin'
    Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out
    I bring wine to Amy house
    We smoke it out and we drank it out
    And talk about these ***** niggas
    Tthat ain't about what Wayne about
    I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind
    I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
    Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes
    We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines
    Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
    My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside"
    I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well
    Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail
    Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package
    My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish
    Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
    Should've been in N.W.A., **** the police, Five-0 and 12
    One time for your mind, *****, never say "Nevermind," *****
    You a penny short of a dime, *****, no nonsense
    Had a nine since I was nine, *****
    Yeah, born to murder
    Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle
    Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
    They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon
    Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart
    It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar
    For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard
    AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch
    [Outro]
    Sorry 4 The Wait, woo
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Lil Wayne
    [00:00.0][Intro]
    [00:01.88]Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
    [00:05.49]That noise in the background, that's my skateboard
    [00:09.61]That nigga Mack crazy
    [00:10.48]Yeah, uh
    [00:11.78][Verse 1]
    [00:12.70]I put my shooters on they feet
    [00:14.67]I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep
    [00:18.50]The money turned my niggas into monsters
    [00:23.86]The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
    [00:24.31]The money turned my face into a stocking
    [00:27.52]Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
    [00:30.44]Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
    [00:32.81]My woman turn my **** into a Mazda, Lord
    [00:36.54]Body parts in the duffel
    [00:38.86]The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
    [00:42.2]The money turn my ***** into a monster
    [00:44.71]She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord
    [00:48.85]The money turn my niggas into killas
    [00:50.64]The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla
    [00:54.42]The money turnt the *****es into hoes
    [00:56.64]The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
    [01:00.50]I put my shooters on they feet
    [01:02.86]Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat
    [01:06.66]Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
    [01:08.94]She from the hood but look like she from overseas
    [01:11.93]I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya
    [01:14.62]I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
    [01:17.47]She say, "**** these other niggas, they ain't half of ya
    [01:20.50]Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
    [01:23.51]I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun
    [01:26.44]Boy, we could sell white, in Africa
    [01:29.53]It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
    [01:32.64]And now I'm drooling on my chain
    [01:35.92]"What happened to Wayne?"
    [01:36.27][Verse 2]
    [01:36.55]I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second?
    [01:38.88]Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti
    [01:41.90]We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit
    [01:44.97]Watch me pull up with no roof
    [01:46.66]Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it
    [01:47.68]I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
    [01:51.3]Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
    [01:53.96]Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
    [01:56.56]Doing numbers in this *****, I'm like a smart phone with the digits
    [01:59.71]*****!
    [02:00.39]Riding 'round with the volume down
    [02:01.57]With the windows up and the choppers down
    [02:03.0]Soon as we get to your block
    [02:04.34]It's the mother****in' other way around
    [02:06.10]My ***** say I'm too wild
    [02:07.53]She don't even know why she stay around
    [02:08.95]I get home and I **** her down
    [02:10.29]Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows
    [02:12.8]If these bullets was paintballs
    [02:13.66]I could **** around and I could paint a house
    [02:15.10]You could tell I'm pimpin'
    [02:16.56]Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out
    [02:18.4]I bring wine to Amy house
    [02:19.48]We smoke it out and we drank it out
    [02:21.6]And talk about these ***** niggas
    [02:22.54]Tthat ain't about what Wayne about
    [02:24.10]I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind
    [02:26.78]I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
    [02:30.19]Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes
    [02:32.96]We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines
    [02:35.98]Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
    [02:38.76]My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside"
    [02:42.0]I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well
    [02:45.15]Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail
    [02:48.19]Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package
    [02:51.18]My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish
    [02:54.6]Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
    [02:57.29]Should've been in N.W.A., **** the police, Five-0 and 12
    [03:00.25]One time for your mind, *****, never say "Nevermind," *****
    [03:03.32]You a penny short of a dime, *****, no nonsense
    [03:06.16]Had a nine since I was nine, *****
    [03:08.26]Yeah, born to murder
    [03:08.64]Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle
    [03:11.90]Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
    [03:14.94]They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon
    [03:18.1]Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart
    [03:21.2]It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar
    [03:24.6]For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard
    [03:26.95]AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch
    [03:29.82][Outro]
    [03:30.17]Sorry 4 The Wait, woo