Karate Chop

Lil WayneLil Wayne 

Follow 13 fans

Lil Wayne

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne ( /ˌlɪl ˈweɪn/), is an American rapper. In 1991, at the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1996, Lil Wayne joined the group Hot Boys, which also included rappers Juvenile, B.G., and Young Turk. Hot Boys debuted with Get It How U Live! that year. Lil Wayne gained most of his success with the group's major selling album Guerrilla Warfare, released in 1999. Also in 1999, Lil Wayne released his Platinum debut album Tha Block Is Hot, selling over one million copies in the U.S. more »

44 Views

Playlists:

#1

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'Rari
Livin' like John Gotti
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowin' money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture nigga getting money, nigga get back (back)
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack)
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk)
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge (splurge)
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k (k)
I'ma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new 'Rari (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider (spider)
Young nigga play with ki's, (ki's) like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door Bimmer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at, (at) nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's (80's)
We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh)
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl)
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico and let me work (let's work)
I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new 'Rari (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) (yeah)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (jean) (jean)
Who bad

Pop a lot of pain pills (pills)
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels (wheels)
Yeah
Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till
Yeah
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time (same time)
That's your ho, (ho ho) callin' from two different phones (different phones)
Tell that bitch "leave me the f*ck alone!" (f*ck alone!)
See, you f*ck her wrong, (f*ck her wrong) and I f*ck her long (f*ck her long)
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly (Molly)
I'd rather pop an ollie, (ollie) and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle (Halle)
And these hoes say I'm blind
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind (bump and grind)
Man I just received a package (package)
Them other niggas taxin' (taxin')
And my pockets so fat, (fat) I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate! (like karate!)

Pull up, serve you in my Rari'
Money like I'm Frank Matthews
Killers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know I'm sorry
I be fresh don't need no stylist
I be geekin' on them mollies
Sell remix don't sell no cleans
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Half my niggas serve fiends
I get up and then I lean

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new 'Rari (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
Who bad, who bad, who bad

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!