Lil Wayne - All About lyrics

Yeah, like father like son Got joey crack ridin' with us this time I smell murder, you know Birdman, sponsor this one And I got 'em Look, Young desperado straight out the grotto I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow Little n***a, but see me as a f**in' rhino Lil Weezy hit this b**h like Rocky Marciano It's a drought ain't it? How the f** would I know? n***a I been gettin' my Cher Like Sonny Bono I ran the streets, check my bio I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio I'm f**in' nuts, cashews But I'm so D-C like fat shoes I skate away, like later dudes! Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth And just when it stopped, I made it move Respect me n***a I'm a dog, no Asian food I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit And daisy dukes you b**h a** n***a [Chorus] Keep talkin' that sh** that you talkin' And we gon' have to get into some gangsta sh** My n***a, keep talkin' that sh** that you talkin' And we gon' have to get into some gangsta sh** My n***a, 'Cause you ain't really even 'bout all that You ain't really even 'bout all that And don't'cha forget I know ya you ain't 'bout all that You ain't never been about all that, fall back n***as must want Joey to lean on 'em Flash the blinky splash his dreams on 'em Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothin' to Crack Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back, whether raps or macks Either way they both spit like brrat! n***a, them mu'f**as is broke like them levies And we done sold so much dope ain't sh** you tell me n***a, how you want it ? coke or dog food? My sh**'ll have you runnin' naked like in old school And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me Unless ya got a whole f**in' suicidal army And I'm a rider homie And you can find it on me That forty cal'll get you shirt picture ironed on it This sh** is funny to me All these n***as frontin' war but they runnin' from me, Crack! [Chorus] n***a, I had 'em as lil' n***as raised 'em 'round real n***as Poppin' bottles f**in' wit' them b**hes n***a Made money to the ceilin' me and my young n***a Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money n***a Changed all my new shoes n***a got some new tools n***a got some mo' j**els we was gettin' money And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thing Still gettin' money still spendin' change We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin' n***a, yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thing I hate the law for what they done did they broke in n***as cribs Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they f**in' wig 3rd Ward let me claim my fame I put it down Uptown I'm a do my thing believe dat [Chorus]