The Game - Soo Woo lyrics

[Lil Wayne] Pardon my gang affil, But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to k** Hahaha, Old b**h a** n-gga, Abercrombie and Fitch a** n-gga, I talk rich sh** because I'm a rich a** n-gga, I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast n-gga, Ha, I smoke something b**h, My money comes faster than the roadrunner b**h I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers Haha, b**h n-gga we might jump ya 2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya Hahaha, bandana on the right side East side until I die You better change like it's Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana And he's from Compton, baby, bandana We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar Lemme hear you say Su Woo Su Woo, Su Woo [The Game] Young Money And thats perfect cause perfect is to me What's perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby All I need is a perfect b**h How's B, I pa**ed the baton on Solange I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP DOGG Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers Red bandana for no reason Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin', yeah [Lil Wayne - Chorus] You better change like it's Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana And he's from Compton, baby, bandana We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar Lemme hear you say Su Woo Su Woo, Su Woo [Game] Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's I'll show you how bangers bang Four five co*ked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane Switch plates, paint the Range Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters came Dead wrong aint it man I told n-ggas I aint a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' He sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills We throwing paper planes Riding through the N.O. Red Marc Jacob frames We disappear like David Blaine And pop up at the Lakers game They playing the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks My whole team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox. [Lil Wayne - Chorus x2] You better change like it's Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana And he's from Compton, baby, bandana We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar Lemme hear you say Su Woo Su Woo, Su Woo