Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Da Drought 3 Song: Put Some Keys on That Typed by: mainevent_4@yahoo.com [Lil Wayne talking] Weed and syrup is the combination and the inspiration As for you pussy niggas, I just realize you can fuck with me And you never will, bitch ass niggas Weezy F. Baby believe dat Haha, yeah [Lil Wayne] I got them 24 inches, sittin on them Joe Buddens And the trunk straight jumpin, bitch I can't hear nothin And I might do the Spurs, sittin on them Tim Duncan's And in the lambourgini, I do donuts like dunkin How come every bad bitch with a pussy, wanna fuck 'em But I just feed 'em drugs, and watch 'em fuck each other My neck was 100, and my wrist was another I make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle I'ma beast, I'ma dog, I should rap with a muzzle Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle Baby girl gettin straight dick, no cuddle You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle I'ma put some D's on that bitch Man, these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit Have you seen her? Who? Nina, she's on my hip Yellow white diamonds, call 'em cheese on them grits You niggas aint ballin, real talk, you niggas can't guard me Two niggas can't guard me, you lookin at Jordan From the side, like Spike at the Garden I got the hardest bars, call me the Warden, haha Yeah, excuse me, pardon I break a bitch down like Tonya Harden Bitch I'm Cole, not dude off Martin Pockets just fat, like the Klumps and Norbit Bitch I'm fly, like a magic carpet And bitch I'm fresh, like a pack of Orbitz See, I'ma take it, and go bring it back to New Orleans And bitch I'ma shine in The Land Of Darkness And which I'ma grind, 'till my stacks is as tall is my wall is And I'm high, don't want know how deep the fall is No I can't come down And everytime I send my girl out of town, I put some key's on that bitch I'ma certified gangsta, haters make me nautious The money makes me anxious Listen how my words are poetic, like Langston Dreads down my back, like I come straight from Kingston But I come from Hollygrove 17 danger, zone So many c-notes, I can sing a song T-Top coupe, lookin like a thong Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong I don't wanna be right, if gettin high is wrong My eyes so low, it look like I'm from Hong Kong Boy, I got more green, than the Bishop Don Juan, haha Okay, I'm not a rookie, I'ma pro Methazene fiend, make the homies say, ohhh And make all the girlies scream I am a vegetarian, and I only eat beats Wear a lot of carrots, and I smoke the best greens No beef in my grocery bag, just some swishers And a whole bunch of cans of whoop ass, haha I'm strapped, like a bookbag So anyone of ya'll can come on, and get a foot tag D.O.A. Ride all night, sleep no way Sleep when I lay, six feet deep, and until that day I'ma be living, like it is that day Yeah, I keep holding on I say bitch I been hot, bitch the stove been on If you don't like it, I roll over and roll alone Fuck you and the horse, that you rode in on Yeah, some cool shorts, and my Kobe's on Lookin slicker than the lane, that you bowling on If they aint tell you that I'm the shit, they told you wrong Bitch, I'm bubblin like soda foam In a styrofoam cup You what's in my styrofoam, what? S-Y-R up That's my car, yup Vrooommmmm!! Urghhhh!! I'm gone