Lil Wayne - Grove St Party freestyle Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]I got a whole lot of moneyPop that p-ssy for meMy homie got that yopperHe'll bang it at a copperGangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!Stove on my waistCook your ass up gourmetAll-black .44 — do you want foreplay?I'm going at your face like Oil of OlayNo champagne, but you know my flag roseSwagger on steroids: Canseco, JoseNo Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout itI'm higher than a *****Feel like a climbed a f-cking mountainIllest nigga you know, my accountants still countingShots hit him a minute agoBut his body's still bouncingBeam on the hammer, beam on your foreheadGotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car redHollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacherCome to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!I live in Miami, niggaI'll South Beach yaRobin Leach, uh — that's how we ballinYou know that I'm loaded but please don't take a sweeterBeat one of you ***** niggas up like John CenaThem hoes on your moneyTell them hoes we comingBefore we get it poppingWe ain't saving hoes, we swappingGangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!Big head Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"How'd you get that money?Stunna taught me thatThe zan took me underPatron brought me backI'm leaning on you muthaf-ckersLike I caught a flatAnd that Glock snap back like a old Starter hatWhat the lick read? I'm in the big leagueI'm a breath of fresh airLet the ***** breathe!I'm trying to chillaxBut I had to do it, devI'm at the funeral like"I had to do it, rev!"Mack you my big brotherI split a wig for youPut that on ? repeatUntil they bury meMoment of clarity: yeahThat's my diamond gameI keep a fine *****Cause I like the finer thingsF-ck with me slimeNo brain on the whipI've got nothing in mindCarter 4, they ain't f-cking with mineI drop that Sorry 4 The WaitTo make up for the time[Verse 2 - Lil B]Yeah I do my thang, ***** wassup?Young BasedGod, came in with the ballersIced out chain, *****I'm rich off that same shitSee 5 hoes on my dick, *****, it's ChristmasStraight Westside, Bay Area*****, I'll graze emGritty boy shit, BasedGod from the anglesOn like a cradle and you niggas can't stop meShouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and *****y.*****es still WestsideShouts out to WeezyYoung BasedGod with that .55 heater187 *****, I put it to 11 *****With that tiny shirt maneAnd the tiny pants maneI'm on BasedWorld and I f-ck with cash Money my niggas.Don't understand manThe game like a chainWoo woo! Swag, *****, Brang-dang-dang manOff the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitterMy life just a paintingAnd I paint you a picture, maneThing about it: a young paid-ass niggaThis that stunt music: *****, I just do's itIt's Lil B and I'll muthaf-ckin prove itWe runnin'
