Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Carter, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter III, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Mr. Carter |
| Yo joint Inf' did this |
| This right here is crazy |
| Ya, I-I feel big, you-know… |
| Like not-not «big» in the sense of weight |
| You know like gaining weight or… nothing like that |
| Like colossal like you gonna be like **sigh**… |
| I heard you were looking for me |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| Hello |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Hahaha, you know! |
| hahaha |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Yeah, aha I know! |
| haha |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| Hey, hello |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Shit, you know! |
| hahaha |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Hahaha |
| Yeah |
| To you forever, from me to you |
| I heard somebody said «Judge I’mma need to sue» |
| I’mma need a Coupe, I wont need a roof |
| Flyer than Beetle juice, beetle juice, be-the-juice |
| I got the floor, I’m tryna see the roof |
| Didn’t wear a bulletproof |
| So I got shot and you can see the proof |
| Blind eyes can look at me to see the truth |
| Wonder if Stevie do? |
| But I’mma leave it to God |
| Not beaver neither you |
| Cause I’mma murder, why I kill O and even you |
| Man I got Summer hating on me cause I’m hotter than the sun |
| Got Spring hating on me cause I ain’t never sprung |
| Winter hating on me cause I’m colder than y’all |
| And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall |
| I’m being hated by the seasons |
| So fuck y’all who hating for no reason! |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| I am him |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Around the world and I’m back again |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Who’s been asking about me? |
| In case you’re wondering |
| Haa |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| I am him |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Around the world now I’m back again |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Who’s been asking about me? |
| In case you’re wondering |
| Haa |
| Yeah |
| I been in and out the bank bitch |
| While all y’all asshole niggas been on the same shit |
| I flush, and watch 'em go down the drain quick |
| Two words you never hear: «Wayne Quit» |
| Cause Wayne win, and they lose |
| I call them April babies, cause they fools |
| And when they snooze |
| We up, feet up like a paraplegia |
| Or paraplegic, I parallel park |
| In a red and yellow thang old school Atlanta Hawk |
| Like I’m from Collipark, but I’m from Hollygrove |
| Now all my Bloods scream «Su Woo» and «Da da doe» |
| I know my role, and I play it well |
| And I weigh it well, on my libra scale |
| I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there |
| (Long hair, don’t even care) |
| Young! |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| I am him |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Around the world and now I’m back again |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Who’s been asking about me? |
| In case you’re wondering |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| I am him |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Around the world now I’m back again |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Who’s been asking about me? |
| In case you’re wondering |
| Ch-yeah! |
| I’m right ch-ere, in my chair |
| With my crown, and my dear |
| Queen B, as I share |
| Mic time, with my heir |
| Young Carter, go farther |
| Go further, go harder |
| Is that not why we came? |
| And if not, then why bother? |
| Show no mercy in Murcielaga’s |
| I’m far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered |
| Now my name’s being mentioned with the Martyrs |
| The Biggie’s and the Pac’s, and the Marley’s and the Marcus' |
| Govi got me a Molotov Cocktail |
| Flow even if you box well |
| Can’t stop the blows, *Kaboom* |
| The Roc Boy in the room |
| The dope boy just came off the spoon |
| Also, I’m so fly I’m on auto-pilot |
| While guys just stare at my wardrobe |
| I see Euro’s, that’s right plural |
| I took so much change from this rap game |
| It’s your go! |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| Young! |
| It’s my go, yeah |
| And I’mma go so opposite of soft |
| Off the Richter, Hector, Camacho man Randy Savage |
| Far from average, above status |
| Quo, flow, so, pro |
| I know, I rise slow |
| And when I pass |
| They say «what up killer man?», stop bringing up my past |
| And next time you mention Pac, Biggie or Jay-Z |
| Don’t forget Weezy Baby |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| Amen |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Yeah |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Hahaha |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| Amen |
| (Tell me where have you been?) |
| Hova |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Weezy… baaabbbyy |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| Hahahah |
| (Tell me where you been?) |
| I been hustling… |
| (They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why) |
| Hustling hard, ch-yeah |
| (Hey Mr. Carter) |
| And I swear to everything when I leave this Earth |
| (Tell me where you been?) |
| It’s gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt |
| (They been asking, they been searching they been wondering why) |
| And you can try me fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt |
| Fine, we lose two lives |
| Yours and mine |
| Gimme any amount of time |
| Don’t let Mrs. Carter grieve |
| At the funeral parlor |
| Dripping tears down my sleeve |
| Gimme any amount of time |
| Don’t let Mrs. Carter grieve… |