This is the archetypal rock sound
[Lil Wayne]
Ok this really ain't no rock sh**
But um, let go
Hollygrove monster
New Orleans maniac
Shoot a n***a up until his whole body ain't attached
Hi, my name is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best crapper alive
Cause you talk sh**, I get hit and walk it off
Like f** that, then I just spit like barking dogs
Call it "bust back"
Attitude like "f** em all"
And I'm greasy
And your boyfriend is a bu*terball
What's geezy?
I mean what's good? b**h is you blind?
Check my watch, bet it be money all the time
Sunny on the side where I stay at
Where M.I.A. at
I get p**y every time I say that
In the game room, I don't play that
b**h n***a get laid down where he lay at
AK at your front door, Young Zoe
You can ask Brisco
Shoot til my wrist sore
Coupe with a b**h low
Who put the slick pull
I'm tired of the south
So in your mouth is where the dick go
They like it when I say yeah huh?
And your boyfriend's a tampon
And I don't own land baby
I own a landmine
So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan
Weezy F and the 'F' is for franchise
You looking at me is like you're looking through ant eyes
Young Money can't die
b**h, we like Hanco*k
Yeah, I'm a Martian; what you saying, Spock?
I turn your beef into a ham hock
Then I put it in a pan pot
Shoot 'til my hand hot
I can't hear you saying stop
I hear nina saying "pop"
I hear choppers saying "chop"
I hear n***as screaming and sh**
Like I said "holla at ya boy, b**h"
But holla at ya boy b**h
I'm the boy b**h
Not ya boy b**h
Cause ya boy a b**h
Yeah
Young Moola Crazy
[Gudda Gudda]
Eastside Loco
You're sweet like cocoa
And you can get your a** beat fast like go-go
Mask on my face, low pro that a no show
Shoot a rapper when his album drop give 'em promo
You clown like bozo
They ask him bout the group sh**
It's time to get the loot b**h I had to go solo
Your b**h all on me, you better watch your ho though
She wanna come kick it like a dojo, uh-oh
Slick n***a f** 'em then I drop 'em like a low low
b**h want money like mils no, no-no
n***a if you hating s** a dick no h*mo
Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos
Yeah I'm doing what I do so n***a just do you
And my gun nicknamed menage, she do two
n***a welcome to the Young Money age zoo crew
We starving and you could get ate like zoo-zoos
n***as boo-hoo cry motherf**er I'm heartless
I'll break bones and cartilage
You are just a mark muthaf**er
I'm a marksman
And I'm all about the green like Boston
Pardon me, n***a, I'm talking reckless
You walk into a gun fight
Knife, no vest, b**h you crazy
Just like the ice you wearing your Fugaze
Put 'em in the dirt
Make 'em push a few daisies
80's baby, soon to be rich n***a
King Kong beating on my chest, on you b**h n***as
Paper I'm after
So I'm on your a** now
Young Money: motherf**ing cash cow