Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem and I probably
Am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol' school bitch
She got on door knockers
And she knock on your door
For that raw partner
Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase rati
Like how he? Why he? Cause I be
Moving through the city like an IV
Tryna be monogamous but I got
Bitches on my dick
Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit
So I only promise this: to my little
Girl I will give you the world
And to my unborn I'm tryna
Reason with ya moms so
If I'm not with her when you get here
It's already clear
Yeah, and for their sake I'm
A ball every year i'm a pause every tear
And tattoo it on my face niggas know
That I got that black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
To pap pap at niggas who yap yap
Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know
'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude
See these is the clues, part of my shoes
I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew
Don't move cause you right in the
Route of the gun mouth when it talk
You know what come out- barreltone
Nigga y-y young Wayne from out Carrollton
Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow
Though my path is narrow
My angels are shadows
I saddled up, and get the f*cking battle
Automatics up, like nigga f*ck whoever
You touch and reach, you get f*cking bleached
Above the law niggas put you underneath
You call the law nigga? You f*cking leech!
You Saved by the Bell, you f*cking Screech
My bucket screech through the streets
Like a R&B singer
You ain't pimping until you f*ck a R&B singer
I walked in this building
With all these bangers
And all these niggas look like targets to me
What's a drought to you may
Be a bargain to me
Cause I just may be sitting
On a carton of Ki's
I got important people thats
Trying to market me
So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white
Sike! I know I'm not walking without a fight
So I'm swinging with all my might
We can go all night
I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night
Do a verse today and do a show tonight!
F*ck a ho today, and f*ck a ho tonight!
Im' a live my life like there's no tonight
I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry
Cause your prayers maybe working
Mama they gon' try
Yeah, and we rock to the same lullaby
Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5
I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine
I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time
So I can be a paid nigga
And make that tomb stone say
"I'm a made nigga" i'm a MADE nigga
Im A Ridah Video (MV)
Performed By: DJ Drama and Lil Wayne
Language: English
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan Jones, Eric Barrier, William Griffin
DJ Drama and Lil Wayne - Im A Ridah Lyrics
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Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem and I probably
Am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol' school bitch
She got on door knockers
And she knock on your door
For that raw partner
Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase rati
Like how he? Why he? Cause I be
Moving through the city like an IV
Tryna be monogamous but I got
Bitches on my dick
Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit
So I only promise this: to my little
Girl I will give you the world
And to my unborn I'm tryna
Reason with ya moms so
If I'm not with her when you get here
It's already clear
Yeah, and for their sake I'm
A ball every year i'm a pause every tear
And tattoo it on my face niggas know
That I got that black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
To pap pap at niggas who yap yap
Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know
'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude
See these is the clues, part of my shoes
I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew
Don't move cause you right in the
Route of the gun mouth when it talk
You know what come out- barreltone
Nigga y-y young Wayne from out Carrollton
Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow
Though my path is narrow
My angels are shadows
I saddled up, and get the f*cking battle
Automatics up, like nigga f*ck whoever
You touch and reach, you get f*cking bleached
Above the law niggas put you underneath
You call the law nigga? You f*cking leech!
You Saved by the Bell, you f*cking Screech
My bucket screech through the streets
Like a R&B singer
You ain't pimping until you f*ck a R&B singer
I walked in this building
With all these bangers
And all these niggas look like targets to me
What's a drought to you may
Be a bargain to me
Cause I just may be sitting
On a carton of Ki's
I got important people thats
Trying to market me
So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white
Sike! I know I'm not walking without a fight
So I'm swinging with all my might
We can go all night
I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night
Do a verse today and do a show tonight!
F*ck a ho today, and f*ck a ho tonight!
Im' a live my life like there's no tonight
I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry
Cause your prayers maybe working
Mama they gon' try
Yeah, and we rock to the same lullaby
Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5
I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine
I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time
So I can be a paid nigga
And make that tomb stone say
"I'm a made nigga" i'm a MADE nigga
They label me a problem and I probably
Am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol' school bitch
She got on door knockers
And she knock on your door
For that raw partner
Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase rati
Like how he? Why he? Cause I be
Moving through the city like an IV
Tryna be monogamous but I got
Bitches on my dick
Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit
So I only promise this: to my little
Girl I will give you the world
And to my unborn I'm tryna
Reason with ya moms so
If I'm not with her when you get here
It's already clear
Yeah, and for their sake I'm
A ball every year i'm a pause every tear
And tattoo it on my face niggas know
That I got that black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
To pap pap at niggas who yap yap
Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know
'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude
See these is the clues, part of my shoes
I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew
Don't move cause you right in the
Route of the gun mouth when it talk
You know what come out- barreltone
Nigga y-y young Wayne from out Carrollton
Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow
Though my path is narrow
My angels are shadows
I saddled up, and get the f*cking battle
Automatics up, like nigga f*ck whoever
You touch and reach, you get f*cking bleached
Above the law niggas put you underneath
You call the law nigga? You f*cking leech!
You Saved by the Bell, you f*cking Screech
My bucket screech through the streets
Like a R&B singer
You ain't pimping until you f*ck a R&B singer
I walked in this building
With all these bangers
And all these niggas look like targets to me
What's a drought to you may
Be a bargain to me
Cause I just may be sitting
On a carton of Ki's
I got important people thats
Trying to market me
So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white
Sike! I know I'm not walking without a fight
So I'm swinging with all my might
We can go all night
I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night
Do a verse today and do a show tonight!
F*ck a ho today, and f*ck a ho tonight!
Im' a live my life like there's no tonight
I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry
Cause your prayers maybe working
Mama they gon' try
Yeah, and we rock to the same lullaby
Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5
I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine
I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time
So I can be a paid nigga
And make that tomb stone say
"I'm a made nigga" i'm a MADE nigga
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan Jones, Eric Barrier, William Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.