The Game - Su Woo Lyrics
(feat. Lil Wayne)[Lil Wayne]Pardon my gang affil,But you're stepping on a rod in the danger fieldWeezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?Respect my aim because I aim to killHahaha, Old ***** ass nigga,Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga,I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga,Ha, I smoke something *****,My money comes faster than the roadrunner *****I keep it on the side just in case you might wonderTech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbersHaha, ***** nigga we might jump ya2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk yaHahaha, bandana on the right sideEast side until I dieYou better change like it's Mardi Gras,And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGrawSee I'm from New Orleans, LouisianaAnd he's from Compton, baby, bandanaWe carry them caskets, we tote them hammersSu to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammarLemme hear you say Su WooSu Woo, Su Woo[The Game]Young MoneyAnd that's perfect cause perfect is to meWhat's perfect as Hallie or a jab from AliSo capitalise the P cause perfect is GodlyBlack Wall Street, the perfect family, The CosbyAll I need is a perfect *****How's B, I passed the baton on SolangeI'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRUHello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGGCut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my headLike a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa'sniggas *****ing with Weezy, I will slow leak emHang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakersRed bandana for no reasonPut Weezy on and the NO bleedin', yeah[Lil Wayne - Chorus]You better change like it's Mardi Gras,And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGrawSee I'm from New Orleans, LouisianaAnd he's from Compton, baby, bandanaWe carry them caskets, we tote them hammersSu to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammarLemme hear you say Su WooSu Woo, Su Woo[The Game]Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan'sI'll show you how bangers bangFour five *****ed back, move the crowd like Dana DaneSwitch plates, paint the RangeLeave so much blood on the wall look like the *****ing painters cameDead wrong ain't it manI told niggas I ain't a GameAll black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'He sold a milli, I'm vanilliSo it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar billsWe throwing paper planesRiding through the N.O.Red Marc Jacob framesWe disappear like David BlaineAnd pop up at the Lakers gameThey playing the seeds with Paul ? in the B'sThat make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a threeKen Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red topBloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shotI'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locksMy whole team run base, we the *****ing Red Sox.[Lil Wayne - Chorus x2]You better change like it's Mardi Gras,And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGrawSee I'm from New Orleans, LouisianaAnd he's from Compton, baby, bandanaWe carry them caskets, we tote them hammersSu to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammarLemme hear you say Su WooSu Woo, Su Woo
