Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Only Reason, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 18.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Only Reason |
Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter |
Them troop shoot them run like them playa’s oprah |
They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera |
They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper |
Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka |
But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda… wat the picture wanta |
Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa |
Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter |
U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo |
Bulletshot found on the street, I’m yellow dem voko |
The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco |
Who? |
Rastafarian… Juky gat them jump jump (ya ya ya) |
Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble |
Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle |
Man keeping me eye, in the rope |
We play ay to… if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow |
(SIZZLA:) |
Itz Ana poppin |
Don’t sulting nobody |
No no no stoppin |
Boy, ya’ll see me jumpin |
No no no yackin |
No no no yackin |
Actin up with a jumpin yah, I’m da loafin 4 rockin |
I’m da verse, up in mere factor words |
Boy ya’ll little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth |
Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out |
Gang firm out, na their house |
Them place gon burn out |
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star |
Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star |
Oh really, don’t be leaky |
Ain’t no pussies, but them bitches |
Ain’t no movie, ain’t no comics |
And no CNN, don’t be greedy |
You dare not hear this song posted in a CD |
No mess with a mercy, less you can’t steal it |
But be pretty… |
And they actin oh body |
See the giving where |
The only reason why them bogus living |
Ain’t no way down, please stay down |
Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down… |
(LIL WAYNE:) |
Pussy ass nigga don’t talk to me |
I make this bitch bring your heart to me |
I’m only 5 '8 and ya’ll short to me |
And ya’ll movement look like a slim path to me |
Your girlfriend opens up her pussy to me |
And if she gimme brain, she smart to me |
Pumpin ass niggas don’t bark at me |
Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orca please |
Turn your block into a restaurant |
Order and leave |
What are u havin? |
Organs please! |
And we stay strapped like Jordan’s beat |
And we in tha sermon like Bread Dithery |
Ha… And I’m lockin with Marlon G |
And we f**kin so much, we could hardly breath |
This other niggas flow is hard to leave |
And I’m concrete with this Carter 3 |
(SIZZLA:) |
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star |
Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop |
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star |
Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop |
(T-STREETS:) |
Yessir, T -street, bang bang back in tha building |
They call me streets, so call me streets |
If u call on reach, I’m on the streets |
And I’m hungry like a dog on unleash |
But I’m a tiger, and a dog is a feast |
And I see through the fog in the trees |
Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves |
I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve |
I need a money donor, cause I’m dying to resist |
I know mama gat her eyes on her seed |
Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed |
Their eyes make the peace hard to read |
But it says, «why I’m not leave |
(SIZZLA:) |
And they actin oh body |
See the giving where |
The only reason why them bogus living |
Ain’t no way down, please stay down |
Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down… |
(LIL WAYNE:) |
We killin em softly |
We killin em softly |
And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me |
Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat |
Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy |
And about the hour, him a heading to the money |
Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy |
Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy |
Bat the man down, boy, I’m shit around party |
Party up, party up, they put the panty up |
Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up |
We kill them softly, we kill them softly |
He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay |
My girl she need me, my girl she want me |
Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney… |