Gudda Gudda - New Orleans Maniac lyrics

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