Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Da Drought 3 (Disc One) Song: Hard Body Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org (Lil Wayne, talking) Yeah, uh huh, the fuck was I thinkin'? Drought three, bitch! Yeah, how ya like my see-through blunt? What'cha know 'bout it? Get it! Weezy da name, money's the game Alrighty... (Verse 1, Lil Wayne) Hard body, motherfucka, got the heart of a killer Young God in the building 'bout to start a religion Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring 'em straight to yo' block and go to war wit'chu bitches If you hit the head pin, the rest fall in position Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen Copped a big boy Porsche with all the specifics And I keep that torch baby, call me olympics Red, white, blue pill, flippin' skills like gymnasts And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys When the gun goes pow, I'll be at the finish With my medal 'round my neck, or the grand from my tennis The land of the murder, dope, crack is horrendous Pull up on ya in a coupe, how fat is ya engine? Never talk to those that sat on them benches, boy I was in the game on fourth and inches These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business See you fuckin' with the boy that tore toys before Christmas Got all these ho's trippin', got all these ho's strippin' And we ain't PSC, but them bitches know we tippin' I just bought a pint, and ain't none of ya'll sippin' Make my friends buy they own, fuck I'm tired of bein' friendly Ain't gotta lie, just don't try to be wit' me Bitches up in Heaven waitin', done died to be wit' me I'm crazy for bein' Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy? I've been around, I'm still around like them Geico cavemen Hairpin trigger, no, I won't shave it I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it The South is so dirty bitch, you can't bathe it Holly Grove dog and I feel like mating Baby girl ya pussy's lookin' so vacant And it's fuck you, and fuck George Bush not makin' Fuck waste deep, I'm in over my head But it's cool I'ma make it, I'm good like bacon Ya girl wants me to come 'round like Reagan Ya boyfriend's softer than a carton of egg's and I don't fear nothin but God and weddings At the top of my paper, like I'm startin' a heading My homie Santana, yeah that's my ace But you may know him as "I can't feel my face" (Lil Wayne, Talking) Yeah, Weezy bitch Give a fuck about'chu at all I'm paid Been that way for a long time Looks like I'ma die like that Cause if I am, I'ma just die (Verse 2, Lil Wayne) Yeah, see they don't know where I came from But they know where I'm goin' And I'll tell you just how the top feels when I'm on In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar I'm a panther, I'm a dingo, ocho-cinco I'm ill-y, shirt softer than gilly In a pair of Gucci fly, feelin' free-er than Willy When them niggas left I got a little bit chilly But, I just let it burn, like the end of the Philly Weezy!