Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cannon, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Walk It Off, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Sheep
Song language: English
Cannon |
| I Mr. Thanksgiving |
| Its for the money this time |
| Howdy do motherfuckers its Weezy Baby |
| Niggas bitchin' and I gotta toke the cannon |
| Listen close I got duct tape and rope |
| I’ll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O’bannons |
| One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy |
| That’s the A-K forty seven made his neighborhood love me |
| Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin' |
| Don’t let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach |
| Niggas know I’m sick I don’t spit I vomit |
| Got it? |
| One egg short of the omelet |
| Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg |
| And tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um |
| I’m the sickest nigga doin' it |
| Bet that baby |
| These other niggas dough I’m wet crack baby, yes |
| Get back get back boy this a set back |
| Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap |
| Them boys pussy, born without a backbone |
| And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones |
| Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on |
| I aim at the moon, and get my howl on |
| Some niggas cry wolf, I’m on that dry kush |
| And when it comes to that paper I stack books |
| You heard what I said |
| I can put you on your feet |
| Or put some money on your head |
| Life ain’t cheap |
| You’re better off dead |
| If you can’t pay the fee |
| Shout out my nigga fee |
| See every mother fucker at the door don’t get a key |
| You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see |
| Its about money its bigger than me |
| I told my homies don’t kill him bring the nigga to me, yea |
| Don’t miss, you fuckin' with the hit man |
| Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again |
| Straight up, I ain’t got no conversation for ya |
| Nigga talk to the (cannon) |
| Have a few words with the (cannon) |
| Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon) |
| Straight up, I ain’t got no conversation for ya |
| Nigga talk to the (cannon) |
| Have a few words with the (cannon) |
| Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon) |
| Ayo |
| I make it hard for rap niggas I’m peer pressure |
| Matter fact I’m motivation to rap better |
| I show niggas how to act how to dress better |
| I stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers |
| I’m the crack |
| The smack |
| The gun |
| The rule |
| The gat |
| The strap |
| The gun |
| The tool |
| The motherfuckin' (cannon) |
| Other words I’m the real, for real |
| We can go check for check or bill for bill |
| We can go chick for chick or skill for skill |
| The deal is sealed |
| Niggas ain’t real as Will cause I’m a (cannon) |
| And I handle well pedal like Cannondale |
| And I got the fifty cal mag its a hand-held |
| I’m tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas |
| My nice watch’ll Helen Keller you niggas |
| I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over |
| Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga |
| From Philly to where I’m landin I’m a cannon |
| And I’m on that Philly fire shit |
| Then I come fully equipped |
| You try me get bodied keep the shawty in the whip |
| If a nigga try to stick me I’m a blam him |
| Sing a long da da da di I’m free got the butters |
| Got the green and got the tan got the whole enchilada |
| Homie know I’m inside of your house |
| Tie up your brother |
| Make the prick call up your mother |
| She might know where to find you |
| I am, on top of my job |
| The heavyweight champ of the flow |
| Its flow like the ocean, open water you drownin' |
| I will, four pond 'em |
| And sink them heat 'em and leave 'em stinkin' |
| Sharks surround them and eat them nice then know that I will |
| Roll over ya squad like I’m a one punch card |
| You chumps, you best call General Motors |
| I will, take control of your soldiers |
| You won’t listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken |
| General toaster |