Lil Wayne

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• Titre : I'm Ill
• Année : 2008

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• Titre : Let It Rock
• Album : Let It Rock- Single
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

(Verse 1 : Kevin Rudolph)
I see your dirty face
High behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to God
To justify the way you live a lie
Live a lie
Live a lie

And you take your time
And you do your crime
Well you made your bed
I made mine

(Chorus)
Because when I arrive
I, I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
What the saints forgot
I must now remind you
Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock

(Verse 2: Kevin Rudolph)
Now the son's disgrased
He, who knew his father
When he cursed his name
Turned, and chased the dollar
But it broke his heart
So he stuck his middle finger
To the world
To the world
To the world

And you take your time
And you stand in line
Well you'll get what's yours
I got mine

(Chorus...)

(Verse 3: Lil Wayne)
Yeah!
Wayne's world
Planet Rock
Panties drop
And the tops
And she gunna rock 'til the camera stop
And I sing about angels like Angela (rock)
And Pamela (rock)
And Samantha (rock)
And Amanda (rock)
And Tamara (rock)
Menager Moi
Im in here like bitch what's up
Mechanic, me, I can fix you up
I can f**k you up
I can f**k you down
Shorty we can go wherever just pick a town
And the jewelry is louder than an engine sound
Big ass rocks like on the ground
Dirty like socks thats on the ground
Weezy

(Chorus)
(x2)
Just Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock

(Lil Wayne)
Im back like I forgot somethin
Im somethin
Rulin Rock rubbin' rap runnin'
Miles like I'm trying to get a flat stomach
Like Wayne the personal trainer
My aim is perfect I'll bang ya
Period, like the remainder

(Kevin Rudolph)
I wish I could be
As cool as you
And I wish I could say
The things you do
But I can't and I won't live a lie
No not this time

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• Titre : My life
• Album : Mail on sunday
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

[The Game]
Punk ass mothaf**ka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the f**k up! f**king dogs barking and shit

[Punk Ass Motherf**ker]
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

*gun shot*

[The Game]
F**k You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say “You ain't grindin' til you tired”
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 1: The Game]

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like “Do or Die”
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no f**kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, “The Passion of Christ” need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?” Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say “You ain't grindin' til you tired”
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 2: The Game]

We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And f**k Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, “No More Drama” now
Livin' the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
They say “You ain't grindin' 'til you tired”
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 3: The Game]

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the “Chronic” album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind f**ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherf**kers afraid of Suge (Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf**ker cocked back

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say “You ain't grindin' til you tired”
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)

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• Titre : American Superstar
• Album : Mail On Sunday
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

[Lil Wayne:]
Look At Me Bitch
Look At Me Bitch
Look At Me Bitch
I'm An American Superstar

[CHORUS: x2]
[Flo Rida:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
Roses For The Bitches
Hop Up Off The Whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
And Roses For The Bitches
Hop Up Off The Whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures

[Flo Rida:]
Heavy Metal For Them Boys
Slanging Pedals For The Cash
Got An Appetite For Destruksion
You Can Call Me Axcel
Ask Me Bout What A Nikka Done Done
Ask Me Bout What A Nikka Do Well
Ask Me Were The Bricks Come From
That's What A Snitch Nikka Do They Tell
I Don't Want Nothing To Do With That Deal
If It's Selected I'm Bringing Them Shells
Only Position For Me Is A Playa
That's Right Playa
Better Get It Right Playa
I Have To Be In Emergency
Lucky For You If I'm Blowing My Trees
Come On My Nerve
No Regular me
It's Somebody Shawty With Me On Her Knees
I'm Ready If There's A Problem
She Sexy Flo Rida Holla
Don't Test Me Get That Bro Harda
Get Messy Just Like A Mobster
My Brawls Deserve Lobsters
You Clowns Deserve Choppas
You Serve Like Jimmy Hoppa
American Showstoppa

[CHORUS: x2]
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
And Roses For The Bitches
Hop Up Off The Whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures
[Flo Rida:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
Roses For The Bitches
Hop Up Off The Whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures

[Lil Wayne:]
Look At Me Bitch
Look At Me Bitch
I got Money On Money On Money On Money
On Top Of More Money On Top Of My xxxx Like Flies
Open That Ferriar F5 Like Eyes
Up And Down Ocean Drive
Jumping Out That MayBach With A xxxxx Way Back To Tease Them Tighs
She Got A Tattoo On Her Booty And It Say 305
DJ Khalid Say It's A Movie Now Don't Forget Your Line
Cause You Don't Want Me to Edit Before We Roll The Credits
Bitch Give Me My Credit
I'm So Energetic
I'm xxxxxxx Like Rabbits Smoking On Lettuce
But What Ever I Want I Get It
I Meant It If I Said It
And I Say I Keep Pumping I Ain't Talking Unleaded
If You Want It Come Get It
Cause Boy I'm Ready
I Get It Fast Fetty
They Should Call Me Tom Petty
Got Two xxxxxxx One Peanut Butter Jelly
I'm An American Gangsta Already
And I'm An American Superstar

[CHORUS: x2]
[Flo Rida:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
Roses For The Bitches
Hop Up Off The Whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
And Roses For The Bitches
Hop Up Off The Whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm An American Superstar
Yeah
I'm An American Superstar
Yeah
I'm An American Superstar
Yeah
Baby I'm An American Superstar
Yeah Uh Hu