songs where Wayne shows his technical ability?

[cmotany]

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Me and my niggas, we go up a lot
We so up, you not
D’usse, D’usse, when I get home I’mma throw up these shots
When I get home… so drunk I knocked
So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked
Went in the kitchen and grabbed me a pop
Got my codeine and I poured up a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
I got more than a doc, my soda gon’ pop
Strong as boulders and rocks
My shoulders gon’ drop, you know I know I’m so high
I could have swore I saw Pac
Could have swore I saw Spock
My motor don’t stop
I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks
You know I’m on deck, when it’s slow I’m on top
I’m stored up on stock
I’m way up, but I’m sure you’re not shocked
Cause you know how I rock
And you know that it’s cocked
The .44 with the dot
I’m a pro with the Glock, don’t you go to the cops
Or your throat gon’ get chopped
Then your folks gon’ get got
Then your hoe gon’ get shot
Kiss that hoe if she hot
Hitting notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa
And all you lookin’-ass niggas look at me now
I’m sure you gon’ watch, you boring, I’m not
I’m scoring a lot, ignoring the thots
I’m pouring a lot, taste like euphoria, ahh
Russian AK do what I say and nobody die, yeah
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot
I sew up the block, make you go off the block
I’m getting twisted with 2 bad bitches in my bedroom
Leave them hoes in a knot
Stomach in knots, thought I need some drank
I’m stuck in my bed and the dopeman said all he got is red
And I don’t do red, Lord I don’t do red
I don’t do yellow, no I don’t do that
I don’t do Qualitest, I don’t do Watson
I need that Act’
I don’t do yellow, cause it make me scratch
As soon as I seen niggas sippin’ green
I was like: “where they do that?”
Bring that shit back, let me bring this shit back
Chinese AK do what I say and nobody die, yeah
My soda so dirty, I can’t even lie
When I need peace of mind I just pour up a lot
I pour up a lot
Me and my niggas, we grow up a lot
We so up, you not
D’usse, D’usse, when I get home I’mma throw up these shots
When I get home, I was so drunk I knocked
So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked
Went to the kitchen and grabbed me a pop
Didn’t even measure, just poured up a lot
I pour up a lot
I run in your building and hold up the spot
Give me what you got, the keys and the gwap
Make everyone get on their knees and then count
My bitch talking ’bout kicking me out
Cause every time she want the soda we out
Bitch I don’t want no lip, I just want some mouth
I just want a sip, I don’t wanna drown
I just want the lean, I don’t wanna bounce
I just wanna chill, I don’t want a crowd
I just want my check, I don’t want a trial
I just want some neck, I don’t want no vowels
She just want love, I just want lounge
I just smoke loud, she just drink brown
I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah
Quit cigarettes, concerned ’bout her future
I pour up a lot, past, present, future
Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuchsia
Hawaiian Punch, Allo Hallelujah
We got that white girl workin’ like Hooters
My shooters don’t listen
I tell ‘em you cool, but still they don’t listen
I cut on the news and they say you missin’
And I can’t stop grinnin’ like: “nigga, we did it”
And they show police fishin’
And searching under bridges when they say no witness
I start hopping around like Jiminy Cricket
And I can’t stop sippin’
And she can’t stop stripping
Cause she got an infant and her man in prison
Lord, she can’t stop ventin’
And I can’t stop drifting, she worry a lot
And I pour me a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Don’t know how she stop, I don’t know how to stop
So I pour up a lot, pour up a lot
I pour up so much I don’t know it’s a lot
I pour up more than a lot, I go over the top
Yeah, again and again, etcetera
I pour, I pour up in
Cream soda, Sprite, Seven-Up
Fuck it, here we go again
Medicine, medicine, yeah
I need that, I need that script
I don’t need no discount, I leave you a tip
They said that Actavis dead, that’s bullshit
Well if so then I must be the exorcist
I don’t know what you heard, but you heard wrong
I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam
It can be room temperature or lukewarm
All I need is ice to make the perfect storm
I pour up a lot

- - - Updated - - -

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, I don’t got papers on that Glock
But I got papers on that Mac
I don’t got papers on that Glock
But I got papers on that Mac
Duct tape ’round the handle, serial number get scratched
Potato on the barrel, but y’all the ones that get mashed
Yeah, I turned my mansion into a juug house
I did a TV show with Jesse off of Full House
Oh Lord, I turned my mansion to a hoe house
My next show at home, I’m letting Soulja Slim close out
I rolls out in the Coupe with the doors out, the hoes out
My flow is like a shoe with the soles out
Doctor Sholes vouch,
I knows how move to with my nose down
Keep my nose out of people business, news, and these hoes mouth
Cause these hoes foul my poppa from the boot
I’m from Eagle Street, Hollygrove child
Used to have the Nissan with Bose sound
I drove around, chrome .44 with the gold snout
Take your crown, extended clip that poke out
Reload rounds, sex with a bitch
Deep stroke ouch, I’m so aroused
Next to the bitch is a coke pile, your hoes mild
Mind goes down, swallows child with no child
That mean no teeth, holy cow, woah now
And I ain’t climbing down
I never been a fan of common ground
I’ve been getting green since Bobby Brown
Been meaning to right my wrongs
But I’ve been too busy to jot ‘em down
And when you visit I’m not around
I hope your view isn’t from out of bounds
I come to do business
And for you new niggas disguising frowns
A Tunechi verse is like a body found
Remix bitch

[Lucifer]

pour up and do yo thang some of the best wayne music from 2015

[cmotany]

[Lil' Wayne]
Off the top this lil nigga is off the meter
Warn your people
Wayne is a walking heater
Flames all over
The game"s all over
I told y'all niggas
Now your reigns all over
Listen, don't play with me
That's cos I strap up quick
with hollow tips and glock clips
And my niggas they gon’ spray quickly
Thats cos I gets my ride on
It time to kill niggas cut the lights on
Bandana tied on
Platinum over ice
Ten a brick the price
It's raw with no slice
I'm duckin' blue and whites
And yellow drive presser
Guns off my dresser
Set em on my leather
See Atrice told me to ride like that
So I'm a be like that
Thats how I get come Weezy Wee like that
I'm from the streets like that
And on these streets I'm gonna die
The G-code is what we live by
Forever ride


Look here we roam streets homes
Same streets ya mama told you not to be on
It's home sweet home
We stand alone when it's poring deep on em
Can't complain cause it's only home
Get into the game that's when life meets grown
Get a little change that's when right meets wrong
Ey tell the whole hood that it's gonna be on
Cause I'ma look good when my brawn meets chrome
And all I know is blow with this flow
Why my partner lie on this floor?
I tell his mom she cry and scream no
I tell the homies why they like oh
It's how the story goes and that's cold
And now we gotta strap up and lets roll
Hey let me walk wit u over the threshold
And this is my house I show you people
It's the ghetto

[cmotany]

Momma don't cry
I know papa gone away
Grandpa gone and grandma ain't coming home today
But
Don't worry cause your son’s still the one
Though I'm under the gun I'm aiming for the sun
Dwayne Micheal Jr, born that
But I changed my name to Wayne
And nigga I ain't goin back
I'm kinda little but I figured I’d be bigger if I sold crack
So I sold that
OG’s from the block told me ‘youngin hold that’
So I held dat
Got on front street and then I fell back
Became well at cookin it til it smell flat
Vaseline it up and ship it out in gel packs
I failed at what the teacher used to yell about
Junior High was prison
High school was the bail out
But my momma knew her baby boy was fresher
Than a baby bottom in new Pampers on campers

My Mama Mia ain't raise no Fredo
And Rabbit showed me how to make more out of quelo
You gotta make that thing flow like a ?
And keep getting money like I'm on the payroll
And if anybody slowing the payroll
I gotta turn his fitted cap to a halo
So get adapt to the case loads of crack
The yayo, the smack
The face blows the gats
Photogenic
We expose a rat
And turn that ho into tomatoes or plants
And yeah I smoke back to back to back l
Like I’m on two tracks but you ain't feeling that
I'm ducking the county boys with they billy bats
I got my dogs with me lookin out for silly cats
Ball with me
Weezy where the city at
And If I fall stay up
Cuz I’m’a get it back

Chorus

People always tell me I'm heavy I say believe that
But I don't get all full off the feedback
I'm where the G's at
We like “where the G’s at?”
Kick door hands high or get your knees blacked
If I don't take everything I'm’a be back
And I'm stickin to my word like bees wax
He acts an asshole for these stacks
C Notes not B Flats, ya understand me
Few leaves left the sole tree standing
Just as quick as the wind blew they went too
I’m in too deep, my roots go deeper than the spot
Where their bodies shouldn’t sleep
I probably shouldn’t speak like that
But it be like that
Never let a nigga with a knife see my back
I’m outta here
Let me see my hat
And I rock it so low I can’t see where I’m at

[cmotany]

[Lil' Wayne]
I tell em, make no moves
And no hesitation
Weezy f's in ya mothafuckn building
I straight take yo’ boo
But can’t take ya hating
And please get em out the mothafuckn building
And my face is blue
Changed out my circulation
It’s hot in here but I got the chills man
On my waist is .2s
And my niggaz got gauges
And we got em in the mothafuckn building
SQADer rider bitch feel that
Colorado throwback
Colorado Rockies in the rose back
The paparazzi jocking so I pose back
G’d up but you don’t need a picture ta expose that
And I’m still a starting pitcher for the grove man
Send a curve or bullet to your nose, and
Those on my team will steal your base
And bring it back to home and we safe
Shit I got crack and stones
It’s off grey
That grade A all-white off the rector and
All day homie gone of the nectar
Cuz when it come ta nectar they call me Hannibal Lecter
I - no phony never scared
Nigga never took it there
And I’ll be damn if I let ya
My man’s will whip ya
I bet the blam blam correct ya
You grand ams can’t ride next to a tester
Get ya - a Honda accord from behind the boy
Too much fast and furious on your mama boy
I can’t hide it boy
I’m a SQADer boy
We remind ya boys of the gotti boys
Weezy slicker like ladi dadi boy
Weezy sick like Somali boy
Got a lot inside me boy
got a lot a cock inside your bitch
Got a lot a glocks inside the whip
And I aint got to lie to God or bite my lip
This no act - I’m a gangsta
And he write my script
And the critics acclaim they like my shit
They give me 2 thumbs up for how nice I am
You stick an armor truck up
For the price I am
Young guy - young sire
Young siren
Mane in my face young lion
King of the jungle
Maintain strength
In the Bing or the jungle
Your game aint the same length
So I continue to “son” you
I love it when you call me big poppa
Your bitch love it when I drop the dick proppa
And these toys is not props son
And these boys straight pop you son
You wanna hear something crazy
Guess what?
I’m the wildest one
Yes baby Jacita Carter’s son
Birdman Jr baby – the pilot’s son
High as the, clouds above
Millions don’t know me
Hundreds hate and thousands love
But I’m good with or without the love
Cuz I come with a thousand guns
I’m about my funds
And it’s, like my pockets
Drunk a gallon of chocolate milk
I swear ta nuns
My shit got the runs
It’s like my pockets
Drunk a gallon of chocolate milk
I - swear ta nuns
My shit got the runs
Wheezy - f.
(*repeats wheezy f.*)



[Lil Wayne]
Wayne never second man
Sicker than that mane
Give a bitch my mack game
Bitch give my back brain
Simple as that mane
See me in that lane
Car look like it come from Batmane
What is that mane?
And that name is weezy fuckin baby
Prodigy of young baby
Hold a k with one arm
So you better hold your baby
Cuz a bullet have no heart
And a mac got bullets and I pull it back at boy
I’m Cita’s boy - no helmets no pads just balls
Hate while I’m here - love me when I’m gone
Bitch and its stuck into ya dome don’t flip
And I shove these in yo dome just leave it alone quick
Push me and my chrome grip - black clip
And I have the chrome - one of mack chip
But at my last magic strips
Shit dark shades locin out
Dark windows smoking out
Wayne head smoking out
Out the trees Gudda poking out
I leave a nigga soaking outside of his porch and out
I break ya cookie take ya mothafuckin portion out
Its sqad up and its extortion now
and we tote don’t approach it cuz the hoe is our emotion
So put the coke inside a boat and let it motion
I be waiting on the other side of that ocean toting
My flow potent no quoting
Pussy shut ya mouth - I punch ya chest wide open
Keep flowing nah
I keep shooting till the shots reboot him
The bitch suck dick like she toothless
nigga I let cha give my heat smuooches
until they stich you up with deep suches

[cmotany]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Let’s Go
Hard body I can’t even bend
Nor fold I'm cold like the wind
Or North Pole I froze all my limbs
Too much ice I'm a walking bezzle
That’s why you niggas couldn’t get on my level and never could
All Black Phantom directing it through the hood
Black butter soft my dash is black too
My driver is black too
My driver is strapped too
Lil Wayne I'm live as Act 2
But this is no movie script
More like an Uzi clip
I'm into Uzi clips
Spit like an Uzi
I spit like I just jumped into Uzi clips
Nigga who is you with
I can move your clique
All I got to do is let loose with this Uzi clip
I'm an Uzi bitch
Know the rules and shit around here we wear red like a Hoosier bitch
Now after that there comes a smell
And after that welcome to hell
I hope your situation comes to well
Cause I will bust your ass like a lobster tail
I put it into her mouth like Akinyele
And me I get high like a doctor bill
So I sha – ll
Fuss with the kitchen, telling me he ain’t got no pot to sell
17th ward is where I prevail
And I run them streets like a soccer field
You looking at hot for real
And I'm rolling on this bitch like I popped a pill
And I don’t mean David, when I say it, when it comes to marijuana I will cop a field
Just tryna get my proper meal and eat my shit at the top of the hill
That’s the good side
Never look back it’s ya bad side
You on the bad side
Hey, and you don’t wanna see my bad side
You would wanna be my ally
And I believe that I can fly
Not like R.Kelly, he a damn lie
Weezy
Write it in the sand, I hope the wind doesn’t blow for eternity

[jhoya101]

Ugh, What you know about that breakfast in bed?
Nothing, cause we always eating each other instead
Oh Lord, we can't even see each other and chill
No Lord, we met each other in LIV
I wanted to fuck her in LIV, I wanted to fuck her and live
I wanted to love what she feel until she say fuck it, it's his
I want to start up from her heels and make my way up to her ears
Unbutton brassier
She look at this fuck from the rear
I put her hands up on the mirror
They smudge and they smear
When we makin' love it's sincere
When we makin love it's a severe
When we makin love it's surreal
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She scream oh yeah, oh yeah
The freaky type for real
She treat me like four wheels
She keep it tight and sealed
She get this pipe, this drill
She feed me lies who knows
Lord I just like the meal
And I just checked my watch, she said "don't check yo watch"
But it's so late, my girl ain't dumb, she gon' connect the dots
Fuck it, we flee the scene, and I'm free for ten
I get deep between, and then she sleep and dream
Gone

[cmotany]

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]

Ima squeeze the game till faggots scream mercy
I spit it for niggas who will never see mercy
Throwback New Orleans number seventeen jersey
Bang bang Eagle game early
If ya heard a verse early I got ya cuff
I put kill flow on ya plate eat it up paw
And there is no salt needed
My shit already seasoned
No pepper added the boy is acid
Fee yelling from the sideline "boy don't pass it"
I tuck and scramble and 100 yard dash it
I tuck it handle coming out my pants
It’s like fuckin animal, blame it on my past tense
You niggas running trying to catch up with my past tense
Ya need ya ass kicked, maybe ya run faster
Dumb bastard, this is Young Money and me I’m the young master
Ask fa Weezy shit
I’m SQAD Up nigga telling me to kill it
Knowing when we come out
We gone dumb out
Glocks rung out, shots rung out
Party flyers reading no party if the SQAD come out
Cuz it’s not party when them nines come out
When ya trying to dance and ya man’s spine come out
My tec did that
Not me, my tec did that
I thot it was a bitch song but niggas is yelling "my neck, my back"
I aint respecting that
Petty ballers step with that
We major just coke, we neglected crack
U.S. let’s get Clinton elected back
Cuz Bush got the hood on a hectic lack
But I'm good at this I practice technique
Wrestle the streets Cactus Jag
How black is that
My flow a civil rights act attack
The spine of the neighborhood back is back
That Weezy that Baby that Hot Boya
Have ya lady that hot and bothered
That gangsta that pimp that balla
Name ringing in the streets like a black Tomas
Name ringing hustle like I gotta smack bonus
Name keep ringing till the feds smack on us
Name ringing in the game like I clash Jordan
Young Phil, still young, name ringing in the school classroom like I'm Zach Morris
Team ringing in New Orleans
Like we are that hardest team
I got the maybe speech under garments clean
In a Bentley limousine, know what I mean
Weezy is king

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

I'm Weezy Wee boy posted in my b-boy stance
5 g's on pants
Like 500 little G, G's on pants
Jeep jeep on fans
She she haul ass
To see the boy pass
We be off glass
To u haters who gone trip don't leave yall bags
Yall come on back ya hear, we gone beat yall ass
Big money ova hear I over beat yall cash
Getting money ova hear I over see yall cash
Little money over there I can’t see yall cash
I could get yall cash
We flee off fast
Like hold it down, clutch pop neutral, to first, wait
Flee off gas
You could keep on playing and we gone dance
And we don't dance no more all we do is this
Nigga you just witnessed terrific business
I learned that from the game but I earned it with a name
Fuck Ya
Yall not fuckin with me cuz I'm Cash Money and I'm Young Money
Tell em I'm SQAD Up till I leave, put it on my mommy gat behind me
You could try me
Yall not fuckin with me cuz I'm Cash Money and I'm Young Money
Tell em I'm SQAD Up till I leave, put it on my mommy gat behind me
You could try me

Lil' Wayne]

[cmotany]

[Lil' Wayne]
yea - yea - yea
Its wizzle f. neph'
What’s really good? What’s really good?
Huh ha check me out daddy
Remix...I’m weezy muhafucka
Young rich bastard
.9 in my jacket
Dying to blast it
And I was born in a casket
In other words I was born to die, faggit
Don’t ask me why
And the SQAD's my crime family
Young Money shine like the skies of Miami - goddammit
This is not Knots Landing
No soap opera
Nigga you could get scoped and popped up
Gagged up - tied and roped and chopped up
It’s young Cosa Nostra - nigga mob up
No holster - toaster leave my thighs cut
No joker - 'approach us and get cha spine tuck
Don’t provoke me nigga
I choke the trigger
I’ll let Nina deep throat you nigga
Yea - w - stupid focus nigga
Believe that - charged of my streets
Feedback!!
We bogard your streets kis back
Me young Humphrey Bogard
Of the streets heat back
Weezy f. nigga - we back blocka-blocka
Til ya chest - 2 shots - see ya men
Homie can’t squeeze back
And we want all the Ki’s too be exact
Of the muhafuckn mac - we in that
We in back of the muhafucka 'Lac
Getting strapped
Cut the lights off the park
We gon get out and walk - like that nigga
Then get in the whip and circle right back
Nigga only guns spraying
No one’s playing
You die at the hand of a guy
The man of the SQAD
Transport through the land
With the sand in the caaaar
Muhafucka god damn who you are
I’m young Wayne bitches hand in they panties and braaa
Muhafucka god damn he the boy
And he the star
Got Grammies and grams of that raw


Lil' Wayne]
Yea I’m a hustler baby
I just want you to know
And I love me some Ki’s
Quarters ounces and o's
Now this ball bout to bubble
So put it in there fast
Ta take all this crack
And go flood the ave
Cut it back crumbs ta grams
From hand to hand
Dubs ta grands
From the slums ta them industry club jams
I keep it jumping
Supa my front man
Because I got to do this rap shit jus fa a front, and
And if I ever see the day my music don’t bump
Back to the block ta pump sand
Know how to live call me young man
And shit I get it from my daddy
And understand if you looking fa pusher I’m that nigga in the alley
Whaaa niggas still got it all the time - just find me
True hustlers never stops to grind – I’m grinding
When the drought come around some prices go up
My numbers come down
Nigga got hovers - got pounds - got bundles
Slick with the hustle
Weezy leave you with the inch
in the uptown shuffle
Gimme a plate
Come through with that shit that they had back in eighty-eight
Balloons of heroine
Silver packs of eighty-eight
Crazy weight keep us straight
Lazy eye Mercedes five
Slow and drive
We don’t need the cop ta pull us over got that blow in inside
Man the bitch ain't got no insides
Cuz it stop with the yay from the flo’ up
Come tell weezy wee you need that yola
I got more coke than coca cola
Ima solja holding down the nola

[cmotany]

[Verse 1]
Wayne deep in the grova, out comes the small soldier
Alcohol and douja, bother my composure
Oh lord, am I supposed to be this way?
Do I live no good? This may be wrong but it feel so good
Far from home, I still feel so hood
I got the set on my belly
That shit gon' be there till a nigga get buried
I ain't scary, bring it, I'm ready
I be on them Anterris on the cranberry
Handle the whip like Andretti
And I handle a bitch like my man Nelly
Mami gotta go down down baby... till I uh oh, y'know!
I move a rainbow lambo on mo-mo's
As far as dough go, I'm up like no-do's
Bet I never sweats no ho
I don't get no type of threats from no foe's
I don't fret the po-po's cause I don't respect the po-po's
Many say that I possess a dope flow, and I accept
Cause when I'm being Weezy I'm at my best

[Hook x2]
And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta!
"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample)
I say I'm gangsta.. y'know

[Verse 2]
I ball hard like a small guard
The small boy sliding out a large toy
Me fall off? Naw boy, I'm a stand through it
The flow deserving ovation so clap your hands to it
The flow is real so A-man to it, jam to it
..been a minute since Block is Hot, this is man music
..had pennies for Block is Hot but this is grand music
..hand, blew it because the bands who damn igloo it
..and I ram the damn dick to your people's people/
Get mo' booty than Benzino's single, from bi-sexual to bi-lingual
After I sex you up it's "bye skeezer"
And I see you later baby, I'm a player
The chrome wide feet on the five jeep
I sit deep wit my heat 'case shit gets steep
Weezy a dirty south boy, I eat pig feet
I'm just me.. foreal, I'm just me

[Hook x2]
And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta!
"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample)
I say I'm gangsta.. y'know

[Verse 3]
And nah I'll pro'lly never kill nobody, but I've pointed my pistol
And those of you who I pointed it at, I'll still kill ya
I'm still familiar wit the hustle
I could go dope, weed or coke, bet I'll never see broke
And I know to never say never but whatever, I never felt better than now
I'm 19, I'm a veteran now
When I.. step out my house I need weaponry now
Fuck around and I bet it be bloaw, YEAH!
And they.. wondering how I get so rich as a child
Remember, I was before Romeo and Bow Wow/
Shit, I had O's way befo' Romeo or Bow Wow
But no disrespect my daughter crazy bout 'em
And.. notice how you notice nothing's fake about me
There's something great about me
And I'm still young so there's plenty more to break about me
And people brace yourselves, place yourselves in these 7 and a halves
You don't know the half, and tell me who can walk my path
Not a soul
Your boy live his life on the edge.. Geronimo
..the endge, Geronimo!/

[cmotany]

[Lil Wayne]
I feel like a black Republican
Toting a mac in public and
Act so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money, money
Like money Mac and publishing
One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
Streets cold but the heat make me feel coveted
Been done had cake they late like Ed Sullivan
Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan
Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick
But I get all in her mouth like polident
New Orleans always represent it to the inner
Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Pick a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be


[Lil Wayne]
I pop my trunk and everybody get to running
The fireman bitch, like my body in the oven
I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin to get a dozen
My name like honey, it got a lot of bitches buzzing
The neck of the barrel, is so long and narrow
And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin and munching like Pharoah
Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow
And I stay high, but on-point like an arrow
Street nigga baby, I'm in love with the gravel
Money gives me life like a man with the gavel
I'm strapped at home, I'm strapped when i travel
I pop my trunk and make the bitches spread like cattle

[Chorus]
King Kong, king, king, king, king kong, king
King Kong, king, king, king, king Kong
If you hear before you see me [x3]
I got king kong in the trunk
King kong, king, king, king, king Kong, King
King Kong, King, King, King, King Kong
If you hear before you see me
I got King, I got King Kong

[Lil Wayne]
(I got King Kong in the trunk)...and I feed him banana clips
And let him sing, like Gladys Knight and the Pips
I'm just sticking to the muthafuckin manuscript
Understand I'm tryin to get the chips and the dip
Better know I hold that gun, with a Panther grip
My hollow bullets got tips, like a dancer bitch
Where my money? Where my money? You need to answer quick
Gotta get back on my ransom shit.. and put you (in the trunk)
So you'll be laying, on top of speakers
Holes all in you, like an old pair of sneakers
Before I do a day, on the edge, I will leap first
Bet you any money that, I will land feet first
Married to the Benjamins, battle all my enemies
Riding with Big Foot, Harry, and the Hendersons
Godzilla, King Kong and if I have to park
I will open up my trunk and it will be Jurassic Park

[Tunechi Lionches]

[Lil' Wayne]
I tell em, make no moves
And no hesitation
Weezy f's in ya mothafuckn building
I straight take yo’ boo
But can’t take ya hating
And please get em out the mothafuckn building
And my face is blue
Changed out my circulation
It’s hot in here but I got the chills man
On my waist is .2s
And my niggaz got gauges
And we got em in the mothafuckn building
SQADer rider bitch feel that
Colorado throwback
Colorado Rockies in the rose back
The paparazzi jocking so I pose back
G’d up but you don’t need a picture ta expose that
And I’m still a starting pitcher for the grove man
Send a curve or bullet to your nose, and
Those on my team will steal your base
And bring it back to home and we safe
Shit I got crack and stones
It’s off grey
That grade A all-white off the rector and
All day homie gone of the nectar
Cuz when it come ta nectar they call me Hannibal Lecter
I - no phony never scared
Nigga never took it there
And I’ll be damn if I let ya
My man’s will whip ya
I bet the blam blam correct ya
You grand ams can’t ride next to a tester
Get ya - a Honda accord from behind the boy
Too much fast and furious on your mama boy
I can’t hide it boy
I’m a SQADer boy
We remind ya boys of the gotti boys
Weezy slicker like ladi dadi boy
Weezy sick like Somali boy
Got a lot inside me boy
got a lot a cock inside your bitch
Got a lot a glocks inside the whip
And I aint got to lie to God or bite my lip
This no act - I’m a gangsta
And he write my script
And the critics acclaim they like my shit
They give me 2 thumbs up for how nice I am
You stick an armor truck up
For the price I am
Young guy - young sire
Young siren
Mane in my face young lion
King of the jungle
Maintain strength
In the Bing or the jungle
Your game aint the same length
So I continue to “son” you
I love it when you call me big poppa
Your bitch love it when I drop the dick proppa
And these toys is not props son
And these boys straight pop you son
You wanna hear something crazy
Guess what?
I’m the wildest one
Yes baby Jacita Carter’s son
Birdman Jr baby – the pilot’s son
High as the, clouds above
Millions don’t know me
Hundreds hate and thousands love
But I’m good with or without the love
Cuz I come with a thousand guns
I’m about my funds
And it’s, like my pockets
Drunk a gallon of chocolate milk
I swear ta nuns
My shit got the runs
It’s like my pockets
Drunk a gallon of chocolate milk
I - swear ta nuns
My shit got the runs
Wheezy - f.
(*repeats wheezy f.*)



[Lil Wayne]
Wayne never second man
Sicker than that mane
Give a bitch my mack game
Bitch give my back brain
Simple as that mane
See me in that lane
Car look like it come from Batmane
What is that mane?
And that name is weezy fuckin baby
Prodigy of young baby
Hold a k with one arm
So you better hold your baby
Cuz a bullet have no heart
And a mac got bullets and I pull it back at boy
I’m Cita’s boy - no helmets no pads just balls
Hate while I’m here - love me when I’m gone
Bitch and its stuck into ya dome don’t flip
And I shove these in yo dome just leave it alone quick
Push me and my chrome grip - black clip
And I have the chrome - one of mack chip
But at my last magic strips
Shit dark shades locin out
Dark windows smoking out
Wayne head smoking out
Out the trees Gudda poking out
I leave a nigga soaking outside of his porch and out
I break ya cookie take ya mothafuckin portion out
Its sqad up and its extortion now
and we tote don’t approach it cuz the hoe is our emotion
So put the coke inside a boat and let it motion
I be waiting on the other side of that ocean toting
My flow potent no quoting
Pussy shut ya mouth - I punch ya chest wide open
Keep flowing nah
I keep shooting till the shots reboot him
The bitch suck dick like she toothless
nigga I let cha give my heat smuooches
until they stich you up with deep suches

what song is that first set of lyrics from?