| Somebody call the slick police
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| Capitol W Weezy Baby
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| This is the Carter man
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| Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go!
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| Raj ya bangin 'em in the. |
| Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the.
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| Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut!
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| Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
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| Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
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| Weezy Baby this is the Carter
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| I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
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| From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
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| You do the math it’s a horror
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| While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
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| Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
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| If I catch you without my scratch I’m stretchin ya out
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| If you catch me without the burna burn me I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
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| I’m dyin of doom I say I’m sick with cash
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| These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
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| You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
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| You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
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| Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
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| Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
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| Smash on ya bitch ass
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| Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!
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| Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I’m waitin for 'em
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| Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I’m waitin for 'em
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| Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
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| Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!
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| Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I’ll sell a brick out ya house
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| I’ll sell a brick to a house nigga
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| I’ll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
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| Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
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| Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
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| Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
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| I wasnt born with no silver spoon
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| But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
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| Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me But if ya don’t gimmie no tune the semi go boom
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| But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
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| I’m try to make moves but they gimmie no room
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| I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
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| She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
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| I was once lost but now I’m found
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| Full of them pounds is how I’m found Aye!
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| Oh! |
| Oh! |
| Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
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| Oh! |
| Oh! |
| Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
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| Oh! |
| Oh! |
| Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
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| Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go!
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| I know how to cook so I buy it soft
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| I also sell it soft depending the cost
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| You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
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| They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
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| You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
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| Ya’ll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
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| From a young’n to a boy to young boy boy
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| I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
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| Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
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| Baby what have I done I created a monster
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| Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
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| Hell naw I smell ya’ll
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| Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on And the block still a hell zone
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| Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! |
| Aye!
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| Bang 'em in da head whoa!
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| Bang 'em in da face whoa!
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| Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
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| Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go Bang 'em in da head whoa!
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| Bang 'em in da face whoa!
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| Bang 'em in da neck whoa!
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| Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let’s go |