Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Concrete Jungle, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Walk It Off, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Sheep
Song language: English
Welcome to the Concrete Jungle |
Welcome to the concrete jungle |
Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles |
And they all tryin' to cause me trouble |
Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle |
Aight, aight, hold up, drummer |
Where you get that shit form nigga |
Man, that’s exclusive |
Run that, they fuck back, aight |
Welcome to the concrete jungle |
Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles |
And they all tryin' to cause me trouble |
Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle |
Back up off me shorty, if not, surely |
That piece’ll come off me shortly |
My hood breed ganstaz boy |
You wanna be down |
Let’s see now, no thank you, boy |
My niggaz’ll fish fillet you, boy |
Than go and tell ya moms to get the paper boy |
Ya son is just no longer a paper boy |
He’s front page on the paper boy, read about it |
Extra, extra read about it |
But we get twisted laugh and smoke weed about it |
And can’t nobody do a thing about it? |
'Cuz they’ll be in the same boat, literally the same road |
Floatin' across the same sea |
Through the same water, don’t fuck wit them same G’s |
Don’t fuck wit that man, please |
Don’t fuck wit his money, don’t fuck wit his gang breed |
Aim squeeze, Wayne be on the back street |
Shotty on the back seat, fuck 'em if you ask me |
Make 'em look but them niggaz can’t look past me |
Past the weed to the next nigga, that’s me |
Let’s see P E N C A M G |
21 inches and I got them bitches skindy |
Temp me and any thing can happen, I ain’t rapper |
I ain’t shootin' at you, soldiers, bitch, I’m goin' for the captin' |
I ain’t shootin' at yo' shoulders, bitch, I’m goin' for ya cap |
And I won’t stop cappin' to yo' wings, start flappin' |
And you, you’re just angel in the streets full of gangtas |
And me I’m from the home where murder make ya famous |
And I think, I’m 'bout 2 get that trech off the hanger |
And the mask out the door but I’ll neva have to bang |
I’m a straight playa, if you love her, don’t bring her |
I’ll tell her lil' shit like I can make her ass a singer |
And she believe that we back at the crib |
She like, how it shoot if it’s plastic fo' real |
I’m like fall back, ma, ya ass can get chilled |
Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill |
I smoke Beverly hills what eva that kills |
And leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel, yeah |
Step and I will step in ya grill, yeah |
And leave a nigga wit that heavenly, field |