Weezy Baby - Chopped & Screwed

Yeah, ma girl get in at 1:15 am

The guitar's crying right now

Just a couple things going on in my life, you know

Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking

Get money, fuck bitches

Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it

I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know bout it

So 'bout it like Master P but no coward

No I am no Howard the duck duck

Lead showers, black flowers

Black dresses, two hours, closed casket

Ma dough tactics is so crafty

No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards

I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster

Like oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic, I'm

More drastic, ain't no names compared to me

Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me

Ya' not there to me, I ain't fucking wit you bitch niggaz

I'm fucking ya sis nigga, it's Weezy

If you gon' call him Weezy

Then you must say the baby

If you don't say the baby

Then just don't say it at all (shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)

Yea-yea I'm slick as an old mac, I'm sick as a prozac

And the Carter 1 was the dick for you hoes trapping

And this is Tha Carter 2 and this is the bozack

Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back

Got it gone Rabbit

Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home

What up pa (what up)

What up Pac (what up)

What up Pun (what up)

What up Big (what up)

What up Solja

As the streets get colder I get chillier (yuh)

What up Left Eye (what up)

What up Aaliyah (what up)

Teck 9 close by touch 'em up

I shoot niggaz in the mouth boy pucker up

Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck

Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from

I chew 'em up like bubble gum yum yum

Young Weezy so troublesome, what what

If you gon' call him Weezy

Then you must say the baby (what's up with the fake tag, what'd you)

If you don't say the baby

Then just don't say it at all (shit the fuck up)

I ain't talking fast you just listening too slow

I'm getting them Benjamins

Can serve like the Wimbledon

If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that

Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat

Chest caved in, mess on the pavement

Splat cherry wax, rrraaahhh bury that

Rats scary cat, rrraaattt carry that

Hollygroove trigga man guns in a knapsack

Area code 5, 0, 4

I ain't Nino fucking Brown

And this is Tha Carter ho

This is a quarter stick

This in ya garter ho

Leave out the back

And go straight to the corner store

Return with the cake

Come wit all ma dough

And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho

Weezy Baby please say the baby

If not, don't ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch

If you gon' call him Weezy

Then you must say the baby

If you don't say the baby

Then just don't say it at all

And shut the fuck up, and shut the fuck up

Bitccch

It's real paper, it's real

Smell the paper going on, bitch

You can be my bitch

It's real paper