Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On My Own , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Tha Carter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
On My Own |
| Eagle, eagle carter man |
| In a 96 regal contravan |
| On my way to the east to the laundromat |
| Gotta wash that money and get on my ass |
| Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast |
| I got to do something I done blown my last |
| Holla holla at ya boy I be on the ave |
| In dat g pricko is what I am known to have |
| Shit tend to be slow I put on a mask |
| And make it halloween and take all your bags |
| I say hallie hallie hallie why don’t you go on and stab |
| And Make these motherfuckers understand |
| Look coach you pitchin’at me under hand |
| But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast |
| Ya men designing women I am a one woman’s man |
| I’m the cash money prince blow the trumpet man |
| They say they want the drugs to stop |
| But I am a major step back when my album drop |
| I got dat wet crack flow out ya mami’s pot |
| I got dat I got dat jet black four at ya mami’s spot |
| I am trying to get dat dough I demand it now |
| You panic now, you betta pan it down |
| For the neighbors be over here tearing it down |
| This is Weezy F. baby I am crowned the prince |
| This is my town, my home |
| This is my crown, my throne, |
| This is me on my own, let’s get it on And the hand gun is so included |
| Don’t get it confused I want no confusion |
| And keep ya hoe I don’t want your contagious |
| I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving |
| A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance |
| Its money over bitches that I’m keep on provin' |
| Its weezy f. |
| I got ya momma cruisin' |
| Outta all the hot boyz she say I am the coolest |
| I brought my bag of oranges, its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I’m try to seduce |
| I floss awful lot and haters tryin’to reduce it Put the laser on the 45 iron, stupid |
| One shot to remind who is the fly lil nigga dat’s behind da trigger |
| I am all chronic combined with liquor |
| You will never see me like momma tigger |
| An eighty’s baby a fightin’nigga, I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga |
| I am something you call pepper like a viking snake |
| See me over the viking stove I am lighting bricks |
| Or in the middle of the shoot out, I’m tighting clips |
| Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs (I do this) |
| You catching my drift representing with my section on my belly and shit |
| I am the prince |
| This is my town, my home |
| This is my crown, my throne |
| This is me on my own, let’s get it on So roll the carpet out, cause you fuckin’with a nigga from the royal south |
| See you are either in or you are out |
| And if you out stay in 'cause them warriors are out |
| Because those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out |
| So I just open up the gate and let my holliers out |
| No nigga I neva call your house I am probably some where taking Toya out |
| Not answer my phone and ignoring your spouse |
| She leavin’messages about me enjoying her mouth |
| Hey, I am ready to knock a boy in the mouth |
| Give me the name, naw better yet point him out |
| Me and the streets got a joint account |
| I am from the streets that you need to be warned about |
| New Orleans, wodie put the gat in your mouth |
| And if we feed you with a lot of iron it will flatten you out |
| A few roaches but never had no rats in this house |
| Never telling one another leave dat in the house |
| Always been a small hustler moving my packing out |
| If I ever run into some trouble send my savages out |
| These niggaz talking sweet I will get dem cavities out |
| I got graveyard flowers man I am passing them out |
| Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now |
| I am the prince |
| This is my town, my home |
| This is my crown, my throne |
| This is me on my own, let’s get it on |