Soo Woo

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, pardon my gang afill But you steppin’ on a Rodney Dangerfield Weezy Baby, how does the manger feel Respect my aim because I aim to kill Haha, old bitch ass nigga Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga I talk rich shit cause I’m a rich ass nigga I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga Hah, let’s smoke somethin’ bitch My money come faster than a roadrunner bitch I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder Tech 9, 45, just in case ya like numbers Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya Two step all in ya face, we might Unk ya haha Bandanna on the right side, east side until I die [Hook: Lil Wayne] We wear them chains like its Mardi Gras And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana And he’s from Compton, raise ya bandanna We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers Soo to the woo, yeah that’s our grammar Lemme hear ya say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo” [Verse 2: Game] Young Money! And that’s perfect cause perfect is to me What’s perfect as Halle, or a jab from Ali So capitalize the P cause perfect is Godly Black Wall Street the perfect family, The Cosby All I need is a perfect bitch, how’s B? I passed the baton on Solange, I’m sure like Al B But a Boujy B would never give me the perfect P-I-R-U Hello Brooklyn I can’t see Cause if I did, I’d be S-N-Double O-P D-O-Double G Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head Like a low Caesar, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like four Visa’s Niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak ‘em Hang ‘em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers Red bandanna for no reason Put Weezy on, now the N.O. bleedin’ Yeah [Hook: Lil Wayne] We wear them chains like its Mardi Gras And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana And he’s from Compton, raise ya bandanna We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers And soo to the woo, yeah that’s our grammar Lemme hear ya say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo” Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo” Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo” Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo” Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo” Haha [Verse 3: Game] Can’t stop the red bandanna Even if you put me in a cage full of orangutans I’ll show you how bangers bang Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane Switch plates, paint the Range Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters came Dead wrong ain’t it man, I told niggas I ain’t a game All black gold chain, looking like the Saints is playin’ He sold a milli, I’m vanilli So it ain’t a thing to make it rain in hundred dollar bills We throwing paper planes, riding through the N.O Red Marc Jacob frames, we disappear like David Blaine And pop up at the Lakers game They playing the C’s with Paul Pierce throwing the B’s That make the ref affiliated, every time he hit a three Ken Griffey lost all his fans taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I’m one blood, he the Carter with the dread locks My whole team run base, we the fucking Red Sox [Hook] [Outro: Lil Wayne] Black Wall Street, and Young Mula Babbyy Game I got you!