Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloodline, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song 500 Degreez, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Bloodline |
| The streets make the hustlas |
| Hustlas make the world go round |
| The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds |
| The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas |
| See how shit come back round for ya |
| Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it |
| See how shit come back round for ya |
| Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble |
| And you can knock on my door |
| But you can’t knock the hustle |
| But I- it’s like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen |
| And my J butter put more 'd' on me |
| Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that’s how it is |
| Got insurance on the floor man I’m that positive |
| And I’m shaggy in the saggy lens |
| Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz |
| And you know I put the mags on that |
| .45 mack with the flash on that |
| Who want it |
| Everybody sing along |
| Now I’mma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline |
| And I’mma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline |
| I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline |
| I bleed concrete |
| And when I move, I move out with the raw |
| I move out with the squad |
| To his album we ride we so mob |
| I throw lives and lowest to live |
| For my loaf of bread the people’s player |
| I did what the culture said |
| And I live by La Costra Nostra said |
| Fuck around I’ll knock your shoulder from your head |
| Get it right I’m a soldier till I’m dead |
| This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled |
| I’m pumping o’s with lots of hay |
| I’m so high and really I don’t even know why |
| And oh I just go buy a whole house |
| And lay my mat down lay her back down |
| But I never put my mack down |
| You see the thug in me |
| You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B |
| Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B |
| If you want it then come to me |
| I’m right here |
| I’m G’d up |
| Only follow the code of the streets |
| Live bad to die good |
| Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food |
| But just so I can eat |
| And ain’t it a bitch |
| And if you see me getting fat I’m probably getting rich |
| And you probably can see me for some crack before six |
| And after that it’s all bricks |
| A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight |
| And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam |
| I skate with the bomb |
| I’m asking you don’t play with me at all |
| Shots hit your ass and make three of y’all |
| It’ll take three of y’all to fill one of my shoeprints |
| Cuz I did and do shit that’s better than new shit |
| Fit for two clips |
| The kid is a nuisance |
| Awww man, he’s inspired by his own gangsta music |
| And the Blueprint |
| Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit |
| Like ooh shit this is more than weed, it’s 500 Degreez |