WHEN YOU FALL IN A DEEP SLEEP
LET ME BE THE ONE THAT YOU SEEK
MAKE YOU DREAM PLEASANT THINGS
THOUGHTS OF LOVE AS ANGELS SING
MAKE YOU SEE A CLEAR BLUE DAY
WATCH THE SUN SHINE OUR WAY
AS I HOLD YOU NEAR
MAKE YOU FEEL NO SIGNS OF FEAR
BUT ONLY TREASURE THE PLEASURE
WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER
NOW WE’LL NEVER BE APART
BUT SHARE ONE HEART
I WANNA BE YOUR GUIDING LIGHT
BE THE ONE YOU FEEL IS RIGHT
WHEN YOU GIVE YOUR ALL
GIRL
I’LL BE THE ONE TO CALL

CHORUS

FLY YOU TO A PLACE RARELY SEEN
BREATHE THE AIR SMELL OF SPRING
AS YOU TAKE MY HAND
WE’LL TAKE A WALK
THROUGH MILES OF WHITE SAND
TAKE A LOOK OUT AT HE SEA
ENJOY THE VIEW OF HARMONY
ROLL IN TALL GREEN GRASS
AND MAKE THE MOMENT LAST FOREVER
AND ONE MORE DAY
AS WE KISS AND WE PLAY
SHOWING COLOURS OF LOVE
THAT KIND OF LOVE YOUR DREAMING OF
WATCH THE SUN
SHINE BRIGHT AS FLOWERS
BLOOM FROM THE LIGHT
BUT WHEN IT CLEARS
I HOPE TO BE NEAR
MY DEAR

CHORUS

(“Pour some of that.”)

[Mannie]
Oh, oh, ohh, ohhh, whooo!

(Hook [Mannie])
I’ve been poppin’ XTC
Drinkin’ Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?

I’ve been takin’ XTC
Drinkin’ Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?

[Mannie]
I’m in the club seein’ all kind of colors and shit
On the dance floor, openin’ up rubbers and shit
And I’m tongue kissin’ with somebody else bitch
And I hear voices sayin’, “YoU cAn HaVe ThAt TrIcK.”
Hallucinatin’, trippin’ – freakin’ out
Passin’ out on the floor and I’m speakin’ out
Who the motherfuck took my motherfuckin’ lighter?
And look at that bitch over there – don’t she look like a spider?
I guess a playa like me better sit down beside her
I know what you did last summer, bitch – slut – liar
(I sEe DeAd PeOpLe!)

[Mannie]
“Bartender, give me a Big Mac combo and a Jeri Curl kit.”

< “Yo, man, what are you on? You’re actin’ kind of strange.
You’re a real party animal like that cat Rick James.” >

[Mannie]
“Well, give me a Hennessy and one of them pills.
And point me to the strippers buck naked in high-heels.”

What? What?

(EcStAsY!)

(Hook [Mannie])
I’ve been poppin’ XTC
Drinkin’ Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?

I’ve been takin’ XTC
Drinkin’ Hennessy
Is a naked chick next to me?

WE LOVE IT!!

[Baby]
I’m in the club sayin’, “Who’s that bitch

[B.G.]
Look, me and my clique all ex-drug addicts
And we got big money spending habits
All got trucks and cars made by caddy
And all got a bad girl that call us daddy
You should see us, the weekend would buy you classic
We on Canel Street holdin’ up traffic
Hollerin’ at girls white, black, and hispanic
From southern and grambblin’
Tryin to make it happen
We coming through big trucks sound knockin’
Girls in the middle of the street p-poppin’
That’s how we do it, where we do it
We don’t play with it
You got a K, you play
We got a K we spray with it
That’s how we roll deep down in the boot
We quick to shoot, but strictly bout getting loop
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
And ima show you how we do

[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now won’t you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ’s
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now won’t you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on

[B.G.]
All day on Monday it must be on the grind
Cause that night is going down round the bottom line
Tuesday night pop a pill and go catch a screaser
Shoot cross the river
Go holla at Juve at Club Caesar
Wednesday I gotta see the girl shake
You bring it off, they take it off at the Show Case
Thursday night they 50 deep with they crew
Uptown and downtown in the House of Blues
Friday you don’t know what to expect
Why Wayne had me bump in that Key West
Saturday don’t forget your strap or your vest
Cause anything liable to happen at the Duplex
Sunday morning, on the lake parking lot pimpin’
Sunday night it’s going down at three sixty
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
I’ma show you how we do

[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now won’t you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ’s
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now won’t you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on

[B.G.]
It ain’t no secret New Orleans is full of guerillas
It ain’t no secret New Orleans is full of some killas
It ain’t no secret Chopper City in the door
It ain’t no secret I’m backed up by Cutt Throat
It ain’t no secret I ain’t a rookie, I’m a pro
It ain’t no secret it ain’t bout Cash Money no more
If you real than you know from that git go
It’s alwayz been Chopper City in the Ghetto
Now VL where you at throw your hands up
Magnolia where you at throw your hands up
Melphamine and Josephine throw your hands up
For C Murder Calio throw your hands up
Downtown where you at throw your hands up
Stop the violence everybody put your gats up
Rest in peace to Souja Slim cause he was a fool
Walk with me through New Orleans
I’ma show you how we do

[Chorus: Gar]
Put chrome on everythang we own
Uptown to downtown getting our grind on
Now why don’t you walk with me, walk the walk with me, walk the walk with me
walk the walk with me
Come on
Second line, super sundays and DJ’s
And even Petey Pablo and before Beyonce now don’t you bounce for me, bounce
the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me, bounce the bounce for me
Come on

[B.G.]
Girl I can’t believe you, how you gon
Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you
The way I break my back, good as I treat you
I keep saying this, I’ma really have to seat you
I’d hate to see the outcome, if I leave you
But its cause I wanna be, its not because I need you
You don’t wanna be careful, why should I try to keep you
Nigga gon fuck, then he gone in a week or two
Them same hoes you be repping to, believe it or not, the same hoes
Behind your back, run and tell me, each and everything you do
You better wake up, and pay attention
Realize your partnas wanna ask you out, to get to yo position
I guarantee they got they man cuffed, if he say no that mean no
They can’t go there, ain’t gon huff and puff
That’s a done deal, you better keep it real
You better, realize who pay your bills

[Chorus]
Them hoes be acting up
They gon make a nigga bat em up
I’m sorry bitch, but I done had enough
Man I’ma leave this bitch in handcuffs
I say you hoes be acting up
You gon make a nigga bat you up
I’m sorry bitch, but we done had enough
We gon fuck around, and leave this bitch in handcuffs

[Gar]
Now see this what I’m talking bout, you out here running round
With them knuckle head, fucking give head hoes
Bring em to your house, then walk around in they bad clothes
You sneaking to the club with em, when I be on the map, that’s cold
But its cool, cause my mama never raised no fool
We was in school, you had a nigga when I played on you
I shoulda seen it, but I was too caught up on the grind
In the blind, you knew I stayed with other shit on my mind
But all it did was take time, to show me the light
No I can’t put this one behind, so you can go head and kite
So tell them hoes that there, and see what they say
They can’t fuck you, but I can knock them off any day
So get your hand out my face, ‘fore I bat you in yours
You should of, stayed in your place now the tables done turned
And everything I gave you, bitch I struggled to earn
Get your purse you gotta skate, you lucky you don’t get burned

[Chorus]

[B.G.]
Girl don’t play dumb, you know who made you
Everything you want you get, everything you got I gave you
I took you from hard times and saved you
In the best of everything I laced you
Made it where no one could fade you, sometimes I hate you
I love you to death, but the way you act
I know that’s not the way, that Lil B.Gizzle raised you
I’m on the verge, about to shake you, don’t forget
I’m a paid nigga getting sick of, you trying to be slicker
Tripping, trying to build fake cases, a house
Your clothes, your feature and supplied transportation
And that’s how you gon do a nigga, mentally abuse a nigga
You gon regret trying to use a nigga, you this close from bout to lose this nigga
Man they got hoes all over the world, that wish they knew this nigga
See one time threw with you, I’m threw with you
Ain’t nothing that I could do with you, but try to be cool with you

[Chorus]

(*Red talking*)

[Chorus]

Verse 1:
You know my pimp game tight, mack game official
Streets still the same so I stay packing a pistol
Code never changed, Always keep your heater with you
Never know when a heater in the cut trying to get you
Cruise through the hood on dubs in the winter
Dub deuces in the summer, I’m hellafied nigga
26s on my hummer, get my shine on nigga
I can do it like that cause I get my grind on nigga
And I hustle however I gotta whenever I want
where ever I’m at, weed, dope, pills, or crack
I be getting connected, making the moves
And plugging my click so let a real G do what he do
Cause I’ma do it if you want me to do it or not
I think its best you let me if you don’t wanna get shot
I think its best you respect me if you don’t wanna get shot
If you test me, the results is I wet up your block

Chorus x2

Verse 2:
Get in touch with me if you ain’t know where the yay at?
Keep 50 bricks laced in the trunk of the maybach
I don’t give out my number cause niggas rat, I don’t play that
Never give a fed something that have to cause the playback
Have me where all my niggas from back in the day at
On the conspiracy, asking myself why did I say that?
I know better, I can sniff a snitch out
Just as quick as I can bat a bitch and pull my dick out
Just as quick as I can open shop and move a brick out
I change route, I feel that vibe, I’m good at scoping shit out
Good at duct-taping those hoe niggas who open their mouth
Informers informing their people that the cope out the drought
Fuck with a nigga money, that ain’t how it go in the south
That how the fuck you get caught up and ain’t a way out
I think its best you respect me if you don’t wanna get shot
If you test me, the results is I wet up your block

Chorus x2

Verse 3:
Money in the mission I’m on, No lying
I ain’t fifty but I’ma get rich or die trying
If the work good and the price sweet, I’ma buy it
Gotta hope who’ll hit the train drive back or fly
My city on lock when its wet and its dry
Gotta connect like the internet, I stays online
Gotta benz on chromes so wet, stay on shine
My nigga get on your game cause I stays on mine
Nigga who played games, I spray K’s and Nine’s
It’s chopper city and we ready to ride or die
I think its best you respect me if you don’t wanna get shot
You test me, the results is I wet up your block

Chorus x3

First thing first – and for me that’s n’s
I floss, so I know you gon’ let me pimp Benz
If I want it, no matter the cost, I’ll get it
It’s mine, so I know you gon’ let me spend it
My clique made it known: we ’bout havin’ things
Sport diamonds, so I know you gon’ let us bling
B.G.: shut it down when I come through
They say I’m wrong, but I know you gon’ let me do what I do
If I got it, I ain’t gon’ hide it – I show mine
I know you gon’ respect it, I know you gon’ let me shine
I know you ain’t gon’ step, I know you know I tote iron
Quick to bust, and I know you don’ wan’ die
You see eight Bentleys comin’ on a late Sunday
I know you know that’s Cash Money Millionaires comin’
We be layin’ it down – don’t give a fuck, nigga
We’re from uptown, so I know you gon’ let us stunt, nigga

[Lil' Wayne]
Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey) Hey (Hey)
Listen, listen:

[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
I know you see the jewelry – it’s berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt – don’t try
I know you people wishin’ that one day we gon’ stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs
I know you see the thugs – you don’t wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin’ that one day we gon’ stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

[B.G.]
I know you bet’ not open your mouth when I ride by
I know you know this Lex GS on shine
I spin through fast, wrist hangin’ out the dropped Jag
Blindin’ ya – I know you gon’ let me act bad
I know you gon’ let me go off, let me show my ass
I know you gon’ let me show off, make haters mad
Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head
Fuck your husband for Geezy – I know you gon’ break bread
I know you clowns don’t like it, gotta accept it
You don’t, get wetted – I know you gotta respect it
You don’t want Geezy bringin’ drama to your set’n’
I know you don’t want sis, Mom, and daughter in black dresses
Please don’t test me – you do, it get hectic
I shoot for the head – don’t depend on vests
Now on the up and up I’m every bad bitch choice
Don’t be mad, I know you gon’ let me be a hot boy

[Lil' Wayne]
Hey, hey, hey, hey

[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]

[B.G.]
Hoes say I’m nasty – I know you gon’ let me slang wood
Say I changed – I’m rich, I know you gon’ let me be good
I’m the same ol’ nigga I was when I was broke
Still beef, so I know you gon’ let me tote my four-four
Now, you know what happened: tried to play me like a hoe
We both can’t live on this earth – one of us gotta go
On the real, when it come to shinin’, I’m nothin’ nice
You’ll be blinded, and I know you don’t like when I wear ice
I know you gon’ let me burn, I’m “h” “o” “t”
I know you gon’ let me be me – that’s B.G.
I know you gon’ respect my clique: CMB
I know you don’t want beef with Juv, Turk, and Wheezy
I know you don’t wan’ put your car next to Fresh or B
I know you ain’t got the price like them: ten a-piece
I know you bet’ stay in your place – don’t fuck with us
I know you ain’t on our level ’cause we platinum plus

[Lil' Wayne]
Hey, hey (hey) hey (hey) hey (hey, hey)

[Hook-2x (Lil' Wayne)]

[Lil' Wayne]
Lock, shop, bam, lock-?down
What!