| Yeah… ma gurl get in at 1:15 am
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| The guitar’s crying right now
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| Just a couple things going on in my life, you know
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| Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking
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| Get money, fuck bitches
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| Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
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| I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know bout it
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| So bout it… like Master P… but no coward
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| No I am no Howard the duck duck
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| Lead showers, black flowers
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| Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
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| Ma dough tactics is so crafty
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| No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards
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| I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster
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| Like… oh Nancy the flow’s plastic, automatic, I’m
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| More drastic, ain’t no names compared to me
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| Who are you, where are ya, I can’t see, ya air to me
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| Ya not there to me, I ain’t fucking wit you bitch niggaz
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| I’m fucking ya sis nigga, it’s Weezy
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| If you gon' call him Weezy
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| Then you must say the baby
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| If you don’t say the baby
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| Then just don’t say it at all
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| I’m… slick as an old mac, I’m… sick as a prozac
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| And… the Carter 1 was the… dick for you hoes trapped
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| And… this is Tha Carter 2 and… this is the bozack
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| Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back
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| Got it… gone Rabbit
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| Fast ma daddy’s Rabbit at home
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| What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up)
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| What up Big (what up), what up Solja
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| As the streets get colder I get chillier
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| What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up)
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| Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
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| I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up
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| Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck
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| Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from
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| I chew 'em up like bubble gum… yum yum
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| Young Weezy so troublesome, what what
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| If you gon' call him Weezy
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| Then you must say the baby
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| If you don’t say the baby
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| Then just don’t say it at all
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| I ain’t talking fast you just listening too slow
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| I’m… getting them Benjamins
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| Can serve like the Wimbledon
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| If I’m in any predicament, nervous never that
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| Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat
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| Chest… caved in, mess on the pavement
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| Splat… cherry wax, rrraaahhh… bury that
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| Rats… scary cat, rrraaattt carry that
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| Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack
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| Area code five zero four, I ain’t Nino fucking Brown
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| And… this is Tha Carter ho, this is a quarter stick
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| This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store
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| Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough
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| And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho
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| Weezy Baby please say the baby
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| If not, don’t ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch
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| If you gon' call him Weezy
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| Then you must say the baby
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| If you don’t say the baby
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| Then just don’t say it at all |