Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shooter, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shooter |
| Yea, yea, yea |
| Weezy baby y’all, don’t get shot |
| Rappin' fire, what you know about it |
| I brought my homie along for the ride |
| He strapped, he came here to come out the barrel |
| (Robin Thicke) |
| I heard some shouts like «Down on the floor» |
| Then even louder we got shooters, shooter |
| I turn around, I was starin' at chrome |
| Shotgun watches door, got security good |
| Jumped right over counter |
| Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her |
| I’m your shooter, shooter, shooter |
| My hands up, my hands up |
| They want me with my hands up |
| Oh, shooter (2x) |
| (Lil Wayne) |
| I think they want me to surrender |
| But no, I can’t do it (2x) |
| So many doubt 'cause I come from the South |
| But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out |
| Bang! |
| Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake |
| I’ma play x-ray, helpin' y’all see the fake |
| I’m just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake |
| Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face |
| They got a whole lot to say but I don’t listen |
| Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin', pow |
| (Robin Thicke + (Lil Wayne)) |
| With all these riches and, all these riches |
| But ain’t no loaners around |
| They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that |
| Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that |
| Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter |
| Put my hands up |
| They want me with my hands up |
| They want me with my hands up |
| Oh, shooter |
| (Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)) |
| But I’m not |
| I just cry mama, I think they, hey |
| Me think they want me to surrender (Shooter) |
| And to the radio stations, I’m tired o' being patient |
| Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters |
| Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers |
| It’s outrageous, you don’t know how sick you make us |
| I want to throw up like chips in Vegas |
| But this is Southern face it |
| If we too simple then y’all don’t get the basics |
| (Robin Thicke) |
| Lady walks into a shotgun surprise |
| Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes |
| He said «Bitch is gonna get it», everybody gon regret it |
| I’m your, shooter |
| My hands up, my hands up |
| They want me with my hands up |
| Oh, Shooter (2x) |
| (Lil Wayne + (Robin Thicke)) |
| Me won’t surrender, me no pretender |
| Sock soakin' wet I been runnin' y’all |
| I reload, every hundred yards I’m comin' forward |
| Better know me, Lil Wayne just call me lord |
| Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw |
| Way past par, for, I’m some shit you never saw |
| I take you to the shootout baby win lose or draw |
| And then they ask who when where how |
| And, my reply was simply pow! |
| Mama, I think they, hey, me think they want me to surrender |
| (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) (2x) |
| No, me won’t surrender, no, no |
| I promise no surrender |
| I got my burner |
| And I’m your shooter |