Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

[Twiggz]

Props to me & Cli-City
Major props to EastsideBoi
*LYRICS*
"Hate is temporary, Love is necessary
I went from eatin pussy, i eatin commissary
Damn, i am addicted, i need therapy.
You can buy the answer but you can't afford to question it.
First off, i don't need you second guessing me.
Jail is like third base, i'm comin home eventually.
Still got shooters, like hot tubs. Man i'm anemic, still got bloods.
I'm in my cell, readin fan mail. Wish i was in Amsterdam sippin Amsdale.
Thinkin bout all of that pussy i can't smell. Man they did me wrong, i feel like Nelson Mandel.
Uh, i shine too hard, my lamp fell. But my name still under Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn, cause you know damn well that i still got you open, open like a clam shell.
Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit. My conversation stinks, cause i talk shit.
Stay in your lane, You on that double park shit, You eatin at the top, get a spoon and a fork lift.
I got rap, wrapped up like a gift. And i'd plea sober, if it were a fifth.
I'm feelin like Elvis, Jailhouse Rock. I'm not Tupac, i'm a new Pac.
Behind bars, but the bars don't stop recordin over the phone.
I hope the call don't drop. Drizzy got the ball, i know the ball wont drop.
And i pray none of my kids never wanna be Pop.
Young Money get em, Young Money got em. The boss got his feet up, vacatin on an island.
Yeah, and tell ya girl shootin a kite up. And even if you dont smoke mothfucker, you gon have to light up.

[Cli-City]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

Wayne Verse Light Up


"Hate is temporary, Love is necessary
I went from eating pussy, to eating in commissaries. (?)
Damn, i am addicted, i need therapy.
You can buy the answer But you can't afford the question it
First off, i don't need you second guessing me.
Jail is like third base, you comin home eventually.
Still got shooters, like hot tubs. Man i'm anemic, still got bloods.
I'm in my cell, readin fan mail. Wish i was in Amsterdam sippin Amsdale.
Thinkin bout all of that pussy i can't smell. Man they did me wrong, i feel like Nelson Mandel.
Uh, i shine too hard, my lamp fell. But my name still under Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn, cause you know damn well that i still got you open, open like a clam shell.
*laugh* Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit. My conversation stinks, cause I talk shit.
Stay in your lane You on that double park shit, You eatin at the top, get a spoon and a fork lift.
I got rap, wrapped a gift. And i'd plea sober, if it were a fifth.
I'm feelin like Elvis, Jailhouse Rock. I'm not Tupac, i'm a new Pac.
Behind bars, but the bars don't stop recordin over the phone.
I hope the call don't drop. Drizzy got the ball, i know the ball wont drop.
And i pray none of my kids never wanna be Pop.
Young Money get em, Young Money got em. The boss got his feet up, vacation on the island.
Yeah, and tell ya girl shootin a kite up. And even if we don't smoke more up, then we gon have to light up.






I made some corrections...Props to twiggz561

[EastsideBoi89]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

Fixed both you guys

Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn, I'm addicted i need therapy
You can buy the answers but you can't afford to question me
1st off I don't need you 2nd guessing me
Jail is like 3rd base I'm coming home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Man I'm anemic, still got Bloods
I'm in my cell, reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sipping Amstel
Thinking about all of that pussy I can't smell
Man they did me wrong I feel like Nelson Mandel
But I shine too hard, my lamp fell
But my name still under Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn cuz you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a calm shell
Yeah, still fly on my Hawk shit
My conversation stinks, cuz I talk shit
Stay in ya lane, you on that double park shit
We eating at the top getting spooned in a forklift
I got rap, wrapped up like a gift
I'll plea sober if it were a fifth
I feel like Elvis, jailhouse rock
I'm not Tupac, I'm a new Pac
Behind bars but the bars don't stop
Recording over the phone I hope the call don't drop
Drizzy got the ball and I know the ball won't drop
And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops
Young Money get em, Young Money got em
The boss got his feet up, vacating on a island
Yeah and tell ya girl shoot a kite up
And even if you don't smoke muthafucker you gonna have to light up

[Twiggz]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

The small words, like "cant afford to question me, or it", i'll just leave as it is. We can't really determine what it means yet.

[kadillak]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be pop

I thought he said "cops" instead of "pop". Not sure though.

[EastsideBoi89]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

I thought he said "cops" instead of "pop". Not sure though.

You might be right, it's so hard to hear tho lol

[Twiggz]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

He does say Cops, cuz that's that like "CHH" at the end of that. Like. haha, i can't explain.

[kadillak]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

Agreed. Unfortunately I dunno how good the best quality is going to be considering it's over the phone. Hopefully we get something better than this though.

[Twiggz]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

Agreed. Unfortunately I dunno how good the best quality is going to be considering it's over the phone. Hopefully we get something better than this though.

Doubt it. The only way we'd get better quality is if a master producer whose been doin it for a while, can clean up the track. Or if Wayne gets out, and re-records it professionally. But for now, this is what we got.

[YoungMoneyEnt]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

Regardless man, he killed it. It was awesome

[Tuneche]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

this is bad ass glad you guys put up the lyrics

[iGot5onit]

Re: Waynes' "Light Up" Verse

these should be correct

Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eatin pussy to eatin commissary
Damn, I am addicted, I need therapy
You can buy the answer, but you can’t afford to question me
First off, I don’t need you second guessing me
Jail is like third base, I’m coming home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Claim I’m anemic, still got blood
I’m in my cell, reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sippin Amstel
Thinkin’ bout all of the pussy I can’t smell
Man they did me wrong, I feel like Nelson Mandel-A
I shine too hard, my lamp fell
But my name’s still under Alexander Graham Bell
I know you meant damn, ’cause you know damn well
that I still got you over open like a clam shell
Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit
My conversations stink ’cause I talk shit
Stay in your lane, you’re on that double-park shit
We’re eating at the top, you need a spoon and a fork-lift
I got it wrapped, wrapped up like a gift
And I’d be sober if ‘If’ was a 5th
I’m feelin like Elvis, Jailhouse Rock
I’m not 2Pac, I’m the new Pac
Behind bars, but the bars don’t stop
Recording over the phone, I hope the call don’t drop
Drizzy got the ball, I know the ball won’t drop
And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops
Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em
The boss got his feet up, vacation on the island
Yeah, and tell your girl ?????
And even if you don’t smoke, muthafucka you gon’ have to light up