Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carter II, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carter II |
| So you made it this far, Heh |
| We upstairs, I let you up here |
| You special, Marley, don’t shoot |
| You know what this is? |
| Still The Carter 2 people x2 |
| Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people |
| Hey yeah |
| All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise |
| A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems |
| I’ll address them like P.O. |
| Boxes |
| Yeah I’m from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit |
| We so out of it, zero tolerance |
| Gangsta gumbo, I’ll serve 'em a pot of it |
| I’m wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit |
| Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip |
| Don’t strip, you might fall and bust your ass |
| No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass |
| I hear 'em but they talking under mass |
| Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass |
| That’s Cash Money, honey pie |
| We ain’t runnin, we don’t hide sayin fuck the other side |
| Don’t get caught on it, this the dailiest grind |
| I’ll put your heart on it and walk on it The chalks only for the art homie |
| How they trace ya after I erase ya Look around, we at war and you still in preparation |
| I’m riding for them reperations, No patience |
| Slow paper is better than no paper |
| Fast money don’t last too long, you gotta pace it You gotta know that paper |
| If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper |
| Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments |
| Feds walls with my pictures on 'em |
| Nah, I ain’t even in the school yearbook |
| I don’t do too much posin, got a cool killer look |
| Career crook, get your career took |
| I’m back like a brizeer hook |
| Bitch cheer, camoflauge gear, the hunter’s here |
| Better play it by ear, you ain’t nothing but a deer |
| Around here and this here is The Carter |
| Serve it while it’s hot out the pot to your mama |
| And Slim tell me ain’t nobody hotter |
| But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada |
| I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em |
| On the head at the bottom |
| You ain’t gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em |
| And I ain’t gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em |