Chorus:
Push Impalas and Caprices,
Believe that there
Starch flat and no creases,
Believe that there
Got that work, you a D-boy
Believe that there
You a H-O-T boy,
Believe that there
You and ? got them hoes,
Believe that there
That's that weed smell in yo clothes
Believe that there
Bet a hundred, shoot a hundred,
Believe that there
This my block, I run it,
Believe that there
Got them 20's on ya ride
Believe that da-ddy
Drop a gator inside
Believe that da-ddy
Fine b****, bow -legged,
Believe that da-ddy
and she go both ways,
Believe that da-ddy
Slugged up in the front,
Believe that da-ddy
Got a trunk fulla bump,
Believe that da-ddy
Got cribs, cars, bikes, ice,
Believe that da-ddy
cause that what hoes like,
Believe that da-ddy
Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies,
I do it cause I wanna push a Caddy or Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes
all my n****s on the block that got that work to move
Lil Wayne (verse 1):
Its wheezy, baby
Young and from the dirty south,
get up here though, I'm puttin birdies out
Like 30 in my mouth, so I can say F**k you b****
and still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood still ain't got over the drout,
so you should sleep on ya roof just to watch over ya house
N**** we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a bossman, I watch over the south
Jazzy famous, hop in a Lami, stop by Sammi,
chill in da hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blamies and big pimp
mami suck d*** til she pull ya hand homey,
you know we only, keepin it gangsta,
deep in a range, 17 in a chamber, and all I need is my banger,
n**** its Wheezy, this s**t over, somebody king me
Chorus
verse 2:
You don't wanna play with me,
I touch you man
Lose ya man in a tussle,
But ya'll don't see me, ya'll can't hear me
This a def jam, call me russle, man
I played on Martin, call me hussle man
And all ya'll know I'm the YAYO muscle man,
But on the under, I got that wonder
to stop that thunder, that rumble in the side of ya stomach
Powder water..how do ya want it?
Come thru in a coupe, powder blue or
aqua water, how do ya want it, man?
Ay, I tote alot of tulies dun,
I done broke alot of hoopties dun,
I done drove alot of coupies from here and there
on the road, but a n**** gotta move this, son
and I show you how to do this, son,
Dat's that boy Wheezy Whee here,
C-M-B, Biatch, in ya stomach
Chorus
{outro}
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