Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Go , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Lights Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Let's Go |
| It’s gravy nigga. |
| Believe it |
| You hot? |
| Fuck it. |
| Hot as a firecracker |
| (It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag |
| (click clock) What you got? |
| Glock. |
| (Look) |
| Nigga I’ma tell ya straight off the bat |
| I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack |
| And I’ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac |
| Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest |
| If I don’t know shit, I know cars and broads |
| I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off |
| And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars |
| To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream «fuck 'em all!» |
| I hustle hard in these city streets |
| I got my block on fire with my HB’s |
| Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r |
| Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard |
| And you can find me |
| Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin' |
| Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin' |
| Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit |
| If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch |
| Nigga I’ma tell ya this, straight off the bat |
| I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack |
| Well let’s go nigga, see we can slide nigga |
| 'Cause if you hot, then I’m hot, let’s ride nigga |
| Look, I’ma tell you this, straight off the top |
| I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks |
| Let’s go nigga, let’s slide nigga |
| If you hot, then I’m hot, let’s ride nigga |
| Better pay attention now so you don’t forget later |
| I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper |
| Don’t make me take ya, play ya |
| I cock the Glock and spray ya |
| Call it a caper, won’t be no as-salamu alaykum |
| And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready |
| Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy |
| Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known |
| I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone |
| Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls |
| Supply the white raw, if there’s a problem, knock ya wife off |
| Lock the spot down |
| Respect it young nigga, I’m creepin' over |
| Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders |
| I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever |
| Nigga it’s whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend |
| You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed |
| Rats, plats, and ki’s, that’s practically me |
| Nigga I’ma tell ya this, straight off the bat |
| I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack |
| Well let’s go nigga, see we can slide nigga |
| 'Cause if you hot, then I’m hot, let’s ride nigga |
| Look, I’ma tell you this, straight off the top |
| I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks |
| Let’s go nigga, let’s slide nigga |
| If you hot, then I’m hot, let’s ride nigga |
| See I’m a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom’s muffler |
| You can’t even count how many times the 9's bust at ya |
| Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh |
| None of ya, won’t leave, without some bullets up in ya |
| Niggas can’t hold me down, wodie wild |
| 'Cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds |
| They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white |
| No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife |
| See that’s the real reason I hate to be on tour |
| I’d rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure |
| Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I’m all song |
| But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone |
| Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers |
| I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle |
| So stop frontin', it ain’t gon' get ya everywhere |
| I’ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere |
| Nigga I’ma tell ya this, straight off the bat |
| I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack |
| Well let’s go nigga, see we can slide nigga |
| 'Cause if you hot, then I’m hot, let’s ride nigga |
| Look, I’ma tell you this, straight off the top |
| I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks |
| Let’s go nigga, let’s slide nigga |
| If you hot, then I’m hot, let’s ride nigga |