Lil Wayne - D'usse Lyrics
[Intro]This mother*****in' D'usse got me sweatin' and shit word to God;Hov ***** with ya boyC5[Verse 1]Okay nigga I got em'Point em' out and I got em'Let 'em get a lil buzzThen we robbin' for pollenWe ain't killin' no minorsYou niggas still in the minusAnd your *****, we gonna blind herCan't pick a side off the lineupI swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggasShoot you in your earthAnd get earthworms on me niggaI been did my timeI'm getting better with timeBut real niggas don't whineWe'll burn down your vineyardI been ballin' since cornrowsStill duckin' the narcosMy little niggas, in war modeYou spark it up, we charcoalGot a bad ***** with long hair that have bad days when the mall closedI'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowlsBlessins on top of sins, restin' with topless twinsPicture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lensIn the restaurant, I’m with SlimWrestlin' with lobster limbsTalkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymnsYes lord[Interlude]We on that D'usse, me and my nigga EuroTina Turn up in this *****We got Lauryn in this *****Serena Pink in this *****, better known as PinkyYah dig?What's up Brandon?Lego![Verse 2]Holly Grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil KevinRest in peace, Lil BeezyRest in peace, ?The world is mine, I am selfishI am a shark ***** them shellfishEverybody in the buildingWell I left that ***** like ElvisNigga pleasePops treated mom like Billie JeanLike hot sauce, I put in on everythingI'ma give that *****in' woman everything, everythingHere we go, ***** I'm cool, CoolioShe say "Tune, do me slow"How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know***** who knows? I got a redbone with two goldsAnd she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that ***** gon'Need a new noseAnd I got time for you hoesShit I only have two goals and that is "Get Money, Get Money"Now I'm ridin' 'round the city, with the top off the MaybachLookin for a mother*****in' spot we can skate atElvis left the buildingAnd I take these hoes to GracelandAnd I got more bounce, to the 28 gramsI ain't stuntin these niggas, eyes look chineseWayne-chong to these niggas, Wayne-chong *****!More than one *****This for my niggas, we shall overcome, *****From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shitYou know we give the pastor hell, make the nun stripYeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick CannonNina on my lap, what you want from Santa?I might get money, ***** *****es, kill niggas and smoke weedI'm married to this shit and I'm a wife beater, no sleevesDo it for my hood, that 44 ain't no goodYou better bring that chopper, cause we gon' have them choppersYeah I do it for my hood, that 45 ain't no goodYou better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, niggaYou better bring the chopper, you better bring the chopperYou better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, yeahWe gon' have them choppers, we gon' have them choppersYou better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, niggaMula![Outro]My nigga hood in this *****Still on that D'usseShout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brotherHe just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usseThrew up on the ownerOwner talkin' about he wanted his money backHe wanted half of the money backTwist took all the money and leftThat's some Young Money shitSoo Woo to the B gangRest in peace [?]
