[Intro: DJ Drama]
(This a Big E beat)
"Young Money All-Stars" on the way!
Put the party in the bag—now hand it over
[Break: Lil Wayne]
Hold up, hold up, I didn't know you were gon' do this one. Alright, now y'all motherfuckers have me— That— That's what y'all been wanting, huh? Okay, okay, go 'head, Drama, do it
[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama & DJ drops]
See, I don't wanna be the mixtape king no more
More like the mixtape president
Barack O'Drama!
It was definitely time for change
Yeah
I mean the game been dry
Uh-huh
So, I figured we going for re-election
Yeah
So, me and Wayne gon' keep running
Uh-huh
So y'all niggas can fly
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
This a Big E beat
And I'ma cook this bitch like piggy meat, yeah, haha (Ill!)
You can get pork-chopped
Young Money, bitch, let the champagne cork pop (Gangsta! Ill!)
I will bat your man, now go tell a shortstop
Okay, bitch, you do the wop? Well, bitch, I do the guap
Okay, man, you do the drop? Well, man, I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots, I pull up at the dock, like, yeah
Macaroni, greens and hamhocks
I am not on your planet like Doctor Spock
Rock to my own tune, Lil Tune
My stomach hurt, and my shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters—now you spell it
I say, "Young Money, bitch, forever" and we better
Than all these motherfuckers up in this era, know'm tal'm'bout?
Yeah, I tell my niggas, "Pick the target out"
Yeah, and then, I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'ma serve 'em
And being fake is pussy, so, nigga, I'm a virgin (Gangsta!)
Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand-new detergent, you heard me?
And I make your bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
Tell 'em, "Get off Birdman Jr. birdy"
(This a Big E beat)
"Young Money All-Stars" on the way!
Put the party in the bag—now hand it over
[Break: Lil Wayne]
Hold up, hold up, I didn't know you were gon' do this one. Alright, now y'all motherfuckers have me— That— That's what y'all been wanting, huh? Okay, okay, go 'head, Drama, do it
[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama & DJ drops]
See, I don't wanna be the mixtape king no more
More like the mixtape president
Barack O'Drama!
It was definitely time for change
Yeah
I mean the game been dry
Uh-huh
So, I figured we going for re-election
Yeah
So, me and Wayne gon' keep running
Uh-huh
So y'all niggas can fly
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
This a Big E beat
And I'ma cook this bitch like piggy meat, yeah, haha (Ill!)
You can get pork-chopped
Young Money, bitch, let the champagne cork pop (Gangsta! Ill!)
I will bat your man, now go tell a shortstop
Okay, bitch, you do the wop? Well, bitch, I do the guap
Okay, man, you do the drop? Well, man, I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots, I pull up at the dock, like, yeah
Macaroni, greens and hamhocks
I am not on your planet like Doctor Spock
Rock to my own tune, Lil Tune
My stomach hurt, and my shit is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters—now you spell it
I say, "Young Money, bitch, forever" and we better
Than all these motherfuckers up in this era, know'm tal'm'bout?
Yeah, I tell my niggas, "Pick the target out"
Yeah, and then, I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'ma serve 'em
And being fake is pussy, so, nigga, I'm a virgin (Gangsta!)
Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand-new detergent, you heard me?
And I make your bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
Tell 'em, "Get off Birdman Jr. birdy"
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