Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Best Rapper Alive , by - Lil Wayne. Release date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Best Rapper Alive |
| Bring the crowd and I’m loud _In Living Colour_ |
| It is Weezy fuckin’baby got these rappers in my stomach |
| Yumi, I’m takin’it I ain’t asking them for nothing |
| If you sell a million records we can battle for ya’money |
| I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday |
| Watch a football game and bet it all on one play |
| Still stuntin’baby yes I’m still flossin |
| Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a lil bulky |
| You look a lil salty have ya’self a chill coffee |
| Chill out the girls is still out |
| Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out |
| I’m busy I got paper to reel in God I hope they steppin’at the end of my rod |
| And I hope I’m fishing in the right pond |
| And I hope you catchin’on to every line |
| Who am I? |
| The Best Rapper Alive (4x) |
| Swagger right (check) game tight |
| And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me |
| (who) The Best Rapper Alive (4x) |
| Swagger right (check) game tight |
| And you should be afraid be very afraid |
| The heart of New Orleans |
| Thumpin’and beatin' |
| Livin’and breathin' |
| Stealin’and feedin |
| Peelin’and leavin' |
| Killin’and grievin' |
| Dearly departed erased deleted |
| No prints no plates no face no trace |
| Out of sight out of mind |
| No court no case |
| Sell his chain celebrate block party second line |
| Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras |
| Shorty bounce body rock |
| Now he drop now he got |
| Family cry tell the feds tell the cops |
| Smell the rat comin’back to the house |
| To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat |
| (Pow!)trigga man hoodie man tell the kids |
| Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam! |
| Damn Sammie you dun’fucked up Pussy ass niggaz put ya’nuts up Just call me Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs |
| (whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me Fuck Em! |
| Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard |
| Fuck who? |
| Fuck 'em all |
| (yeah)like dat jus like dat |
| I’m on dat money train and the mac’ll knock 'em off track |
| The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+ |
| The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac |
| You can’t see me baby boy you got dat catorax |
| I’m right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat |
| Since everyone’s a king where the fuckin’palace at Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat |
| Its no problem baby I so got 'em |
| Its just a victory lap baby I’m jus joggin' |
| And I ain’t even out of breathe |
| the motherfuckin’best yet sorry for cursing |
| Who? |