Artist: Lil Wayne f/ J. Cole Album: Dedication 4 Song: Green Ranger Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] You know I've been talkin shit for a generation now 'Bout that time for me to kick my feet up Y'know? Move on to other endeavors Who's ready to take the torch? Somebody? Anybody? Haven't I taught you everything? [J. Cole] When this shit dropped I was like 16 Tryin to get some head from a mixed thing - big dreams Say goodbye to ripped jeans, nigga got a job Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed For my last fifty dollars that I had left over 5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder Minimum wage, $5.15 13's on the whip, kept my shit clean Actually that was my momma shit But I'm drivin 'round town on my Obama shit Middle-class my ass, just to get a tank of gas had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit But, yeah I'm headed for a scholarship Lil' scrap game, but I got a lot of lip Thats why them niggaz don't like me and always wanna fight me A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth, most likely I know the game, I'm a expert Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work? Nigga I'm gone! Showed up at the crib tryin to bone And I ain't fuck yet cause her momma always home God damn, L-Lord have mercy Please God don't let this little broad have herpes My nigga say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Gold medals if we gave hoes medals No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos Spiderman sheets got her singin falsetto Tall white tees, can't believe we used to wear those White folks lookin at us like we're weirdos But we was only kiddos Grabbin titties in the club, pocket full of Skittles Tryna get the kitty was like tryin to solve a riddle Tryna get to Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson Fucked then I'll pass, y'all Utah Jazz'n And ya'll borin', I don't play nigga, I'm Mark Madsen Thats why my knots thick like a fuckin Kardashian I'm not askin my nigga I don't need favors I'm in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger My team major, we party like teenagers I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the Green Ranger {Gangsta Grizzill!} Team major, we party like teenagers I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the Green Ranger Cole [Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't even like this beat But fuck it I'ma only spit like a few bars cause I don't like the beat Bitch I'm not old news, I'm more like gold shoes She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods They say I'm old school, but I dropped out Drop your body off, at a cop's house They throwin up them bricks, you better box out My niggaz got enough white to build Barack house I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein Forty-four on my waist, Rick Ross jeans I've been faded, stone wash jeans New pussy, new money, New Orleans 50 up in that uzi, G-G-G-Unit I merc you with that bitch, scratch the serial number re-use it I'm from the N-O, stretch niggaz out like limos Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples Ugh, I'm 'bout to go banana puddin You a dyke cause your man a pussy Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock Never bite the hand that feeds you always wash the hand that's cookin Tunechi! Hahaha, +D4+ hoe Shout out Cole You already know what it is, "Cole World" +Wayne's World+ We in this bitch hoe Special delivery At your front do', hahahaha Ahhh redbone bitch!