Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Rick Ross Album: Tha Carter IV Song: John (If I Die Today) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com "Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky. Radio contact has been attempted, but cannot be established. Instructions are prepare for an attack by an unknown imminent." [Lil Wayne] Uh... Fo' fo' bulldog, my muh'fuckin pet I point it at you and tell that muh'fucker fetch I'm fuckin her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fuckin the world and nigga I ain't cum yet You fuck wit me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talkin bout a sketch I pay these niggaz with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still prayin for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fuckin address, huuuuuh [Chorus: Rick Ross, Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (Uh!) I got a chopper in the car (Uh!) I got a chopper in the car Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggaz where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talkin all brown linen, huh! [Rick Ross] Big black nigga, in a icey watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Count the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grindin in my Jordans, kick 'em off they might be hot SWISH~! I'm swimmin in a yellow bitch (BOSS!) In the red 911 lookin devilish Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than befo' (Yaaah!!) Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes (RO-SAY!) Well connected, got killers off in Chicago [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid, getcha head popped I got that +Esther+, bitch I'm Redd Foxx Big Bs' -- Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You fuckin with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip, then roll the window up Pussy nigga sweet, them niggaz Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy-E Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya lookin, witcha lookin ass nigga You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep movin If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh! [Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah!) Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, Double M, we rich forever (HUH!) The bigger the bullet, the mo' that bitch gon' bang! Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny momma? Only son be bakin cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggaz gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all (HAHAHA!!) Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fuckin up (Nigga!) It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeaaah) I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up [Lil Wayne - Outro] I'm not a star, somebody lied.... I got a chopper in the car... Yeah