Lil Jon - Back on My Grizzy lyrics

[Intro] Yea, Drought 3, yeah b**h I'm back on my grizzy Young Money where you at Two tables and a mic Tell the DJ run it back b**h I'm back on my grizzy Young Money where you at Two tables and a mic Tell the DJ run it back You ready dawg? Cut me up G Cut the music up baby Yeah, I'm going in [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] b**h I'm back on my grizzy Young Money where you at If you f** with Young Money Young Money where you at Like the Energizer Bunny With a battery pack Boy that chopper keep drumming Like brrrat-at-at-tat Or Brrrump-bum-bum-bum And I'm so young But I'm a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum Just bought a new crib, inside's so dumb Got some money put away in case the hurricane come I'm a f**ing shame, huh? Yeah I know, yeah I know I go out the country to get all my clothes And my hoes I go out my way just to get my dro And my dough Cause I love it more than I love my hoes Yes I does I got gasoline coming out my pores I'm a torch I got gla**es like that white boy Scott Storch And a Porsche I got license for the scorch Snipers at your porch Rifles by the forts And we shoot up courts The judge just a b**h The jury s** dick I'm an Eastside blood and I don't smoke that Crip I smoke that Kush, first name Bubba First name Young, last name Stunna Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talking Smooth as a cruise boat floats when I'm walking I boast cause I'm balling I'm supposed to be balling When I'm on the phone with b**hes Man, the money keep calling You ain't satisfied til your son'll be calling Telling you where to leave the money in the morning Ok, you want a zombie movie instead That's when you walk in your house and everybody dead Yeah, I could take a sh** where I stand, where I stand And watch you pussies piss in your pants You ain't a man, you're a ho I could k** him with the flow And then play the guitar at the f**ing funeral Big guns so they drinking big shots And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile launch The Korean call me Wayne Chang Now listen ma, I don't know karate But after the brain, I'll kick you out You n***as s** like Tony Romo, no h*mo And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo Yeah, I'm the man in this b**h They say money talks, well I'm the ventriloquist And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your b**h Boy that ho colder than my hand and my wrist Boy I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint And when I'm done this track will need a couple bandages I be with savages And I'm above average I'm a crazy a** star like a f**ing asterisk You n***as can't see me, I'm on my Casper sh** Runnin' so much game I'll f** around and lap a b**h The club like a grocery, I just bag a b**h And you know I'm gonna score like Deion after picks I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning after dick And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it I pop-popped and took some Patron shots I pop-popped and took some Grey Goose shots I pop-popped, yeah Young Money b**h, and if you n***as wanna do it We chop-chop and leave your back on the block We pop cops and ain't no rats on my block I got shop I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay Give it to them hoes and watch them b**hes freak away [Outro] Young Money, b**h Drought 3, in ya neck, p**y It's like a Adam's apple, n***a Weezy Baby The God, Amen Gone