| Welcome to the concrete jungle
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| Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles
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| And they all tryin' to cause me trouble
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| Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle
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| Aight, aight, hold up, drummer
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| Where you get that shit form nigga
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| Man, that’s exclusive
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| Run that, they fuck back, aight
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| Welcome to the concrete jungle
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| Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles
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| And they all tryin' to cause me trouble
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| Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle
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| Back up off me shorty, if not, surely
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| That piece’ll come off me shortly
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| My hood breed ganstaz boy
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| You wanna be down
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| Let’s see now, no thank you, boy
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| My niggaz’ll fish fillet you, boy
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| Than go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy
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| Ya son is just no longer a paper boy
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| He’s front page on the paper boy, read about it
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| Extra, extra read about it
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| But we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it
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| And can’t nobody do a thing about it?
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| 'Cuz they’ll be in the same boat, literally the same road
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| Floatin' across the same sea
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| Through the same water, don’t fuck wit them same G’s
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| Don’t fuck wit that man, please
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| Don’t fuck wit his money, don’t fuck wit his gang breed
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| Aim squeeze, Wayne be on the back street
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| Shotty on the back seat, fuck 'em if you ask me
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| Make 'em look but them niggaz can’t look past me
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| Past the weed to the next nigga, that’s me
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| Let’s see P E N C A M G
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| 21 inches and I got them bitches skindy
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| Temp me and any thing can happen, I ain’t rapper
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| I ain’t shootin' at you, soldiers, bitch, I’m goin' for the captin'
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| I ain’t shootin' at yo' shoulders, bitch, I’m goin' for ya cap
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| And I won’t stop cappin' to yo' wings, start flappin'
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| And you, you’re just angel in the streets full of gangtas
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| And me I’m from the home where murder make ya famous
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| And I think, I’m 'bout 2 get that trech off the hanger
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| And the mask out the door but I’ll neva have to bang
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| I’m a straight playa, if you love her, don’t bring her
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| I’ll tell her lil' shit like I can make her ass a singer
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| And she believe that we back at the crib
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| She like, how it shoot if it’s plastic fo' real
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| I’m like fall back, ma, ya ass can get chilled
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| Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill
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| I smoke Beverly hills what eva that kills
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| And leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel, yeah
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| Step and I will step in ya grill, yeah
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| And leave a nigga wit that heavenly, field |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Concrete Jungle , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Walk It Off, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп