Lil' Wayne - Outstanding Lyrics
Mr. D. CarterFrom out tha deep waterThank the lord for my voice, The beat, and the recorderNow pick an alphabetAnd you're Z an'While I'm up tryin to be tha best mc an'Now let me inI got my key inAnd with them alphabets, I never used P-E-NBut I gotta lotta paperBut a lot ain't enoughSo I got an occupationGotta bring the bakingStraight to the kitchen tableHomie if ya girl pregnantYou should kiss her navalCuz you probably won't liveTo see the motha*****in' cradleYa past left a scarAnd ya future's lookin fatalYa can't be sorryYa gotta be a saviorGotta be the bread winnerSo go rob the bread makerWhen they put ya homie to sleepIt's gotta be a wake upYa move in tha hoodThen ya gotta meet the neighbors***** get off me***** get off meI'm the little ass niggaKnown as big homieThe killas is ballinThe niggas is targetsThe snitches is talkinBut this is New OrleansI love what I gotI'm just livin the momentI aint dyin just yetI take a shit in the coffinI already know how to piss in tha toiletI'm tryin to get tha potTo piss in in the mornin'I never fall backI'd rather go forwardAnd when I come throughYa betta duck like HowardBecause I got powerJust like a forwardI come through the laneAnd straight dunk like Staudi-Mire, Amare reminds me of IUh, he's a Pheonix sun and I am fireDis-re-spect and I spit fireTil ya neck end up like you off kiyaHeyNow would ya light that bluntPromethazine, pleaseNow ***** look at meLike a set of T.V'sI'm just tryin to live out my destinyPlease, let me do meI got the recipe, feedI'm all about my breadLike a sesame seedBig dog talkin'Check the pedigree fleesAnd I ball like every teamAnd I got every girl havin sex with me dreamMy heart is in the dirtyBut the rest of me cleanI jump for HollygroveLike a trampoline fiendAnd I rock ya bellsLike a tambourine beanJewelry shinin' like flushMaybaline blingRed Giants jersey if ya know what I meanGimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeenOne circle, three fingers is tha themeAnd Young Money motha*****a is tha team
