Welcome to the Concrete Jungle - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Freeway
Hey dipset weezy holla at me
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes got bears
Got lions no muzzles
And they all tryin' to cause me trouble
Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle
Aight aight hold up drummer
Where you get that sh*t form ni**a
Man that's exclusive
Run that they f**k back aight
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes got bears
Got lions no muzzles
And they all tryin' to cause me trouble
Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle
Back up off me shorty if not surely
That piece'll come off me shortly
My hood breed ganstaz boy
You wanna be down
Let's see now no thank you boy
My niggaz'll fish fillet you boy
Than go and tell ya moms
To get the paper boy
Ya son is no longer just a paper boy
He's front page on the paper boy
Read about it
Extra extra read about it
But we get twisted laugh
And smoke w**d about it
And can't nobody do a thing about it
'Cuz they'll be in the same boat
Literally the same road
Floatin' across the same sea
Through the same water
Don't f**k wit them same G's
Don't f**k wit that man please
Don't f**k wit his money
Don't f**k wit his gang breed
Aim squeeze Wayne be
On the back street
Shotty on the back seat
F**k 'em if you ask me
Make 'em look but them niggaz
Can't look past me
Past the w**d to the next ni**a
That's me
Let's see P E N C A M G
21 inches and I got them
B**ches skindy
Temp me and any thing can happen
I ain't rapper
I ain't shootin' at you soldiers b**ch
I'm goin' for the captin'
I ain't shootin' at yo' shoulders b**ch
I'm goin' for ya cap
And I won't stop cappin' to yo' wings
Start flappin'
And you you're just angel
In the streets full of gangtas
And me I'm from the home
Where murder make ya famous
And I think I'm 'bout 2 get
That trech off the hanger
And the mask out the door
But I'll neva have to bang
I'm a straight playa if you love her
Don't bring her
I'll tell her lil' sh*t like
I can make her a** a singer
And she believe that
We back at the crib
She like how it shoot
If it's plastic fo' real
I'm like fall back ma
Ya a** can get chilled
Then she rolled on my dick
Like an e*****y pill
I smoke Beverly hills
What eva that kills
And leave a ni**a wit
That heavenly feel yeah
Step and I will step in ya grill yeah
And leave a ni**a wit
Hey dipset weezy holla at me
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes got bears
Got lions no muzzles
And they all tryin' to cause me trouble
Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle
Aight aight hold up drummer
Where you get that sh*t form ni**a
Man that's exclusive
Run that they f**k back aight
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Got snakes got bears
Got lions no muzzles
And they all tryin' to cause me trouble
Got the big tre-8 long nose no muzzle
Back up off me shorty if not surely
That piece'll come off me shortly
My hood breed ganstaz boy
You wanna be down
Let's see now no thank you boy
My niggaz'll fish fillet you boy
Than go and tell ya moms
To get the paper boy
Ya son is no longer just a paper boy
He's front page on the paper boy
Read about it
Extra extra read about it
But we get twisted laugh
And smoke w**d about it
And can't nobody do a thing about it
'Cuz they'll be in the same boat
Literally the same road
Floatin' across the same sea
Through the same water
Don't f**k wit them same G's
Don't f**k wit that man please
Don't f**k wit his money
Don't f**k wit his gang breed
Aim squeeze Wayne be
On the back street
Shotty on the back seat
F**k 'em if you ask me
Make 'em look but them niggaz
Can't look past me
Past the w**d to the next ni**a
That's me
Let's see P E N C A M G
21 inches and I got them
B**ches skindy
Temp me and any thing can happen
I ain't rapper
I ain't shootin' at you soldiers b**ch
I'm goin' for the captin'
I ain't shootin' at yo' shoulders b**ch
I'm goin' for ya cap
And I won't stop cappin' to yo' wings
Start flappin'
And you you're just angel
In the streets full of gangtas
And me I'm from the home
Where murder make ya famous
And I think I'm 'bout 2 get
That trech off the hanger
And the mask out the door
But I'll neva have to bang
I'm a straight playa if you love her
Don't bring her
I'll tell her lil' sh*t like
I can make her a** a singer
And she believe that
We back at the crib
She like how it shoot
If it's plastic fo' real
I'm like fall back ma
Ya a** can get chilled
Then she rolled on my dick
Like an e*****y pill
I smoke Beverly hills
What eva that kills
And leave a ni**a wit
That heavenly feel yeah
Step and I will step in ya grill yeah
And leave a ni**a wit
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