Lil Wayne - Ya Dig lyrics

[Intro] Can we talk about it now? I mean the little trouble that you've been having lately You know I really can’t stand the way, you know, that we're acting toward each other It's just not right, you know [Verse 1] Uh-uhm, yeah, they love me when the mic on But then they show my dark side when the lights on But fu*k ’em in the ass with a pipe [Holmes?] fu*k off and let me get my life on You Cracker Jacks, get your white on I will send ni**as to your house while your wife home I'm black and proud, right on Incend the lights on, lеt me get my bright on Don't worry about what I'm on I own evеrything around me, now get the fu*k from 'round me I should pull out my dick and watch you climb on Get the fu*k up out my hair unless you're my comb That mean mind yours because I'm grown And I'ma die alone with my styrofoam [Verse 2] I hope you gettin’ what I’m saying now And please don't get mad Uh, like get the fu*k out of my business ’Cause I've been handling the fu*k outta my business Grinding got perfect attendance Flyer than first-class and detention Uh, been a winner since a beginner And my records show, not even in the Guinness What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just getting started But you're on the sideline like Vince Lombardi Weezy, newborn baby? and it’s my party And I'm kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrari Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope Bright red flag like a red velvet rope I'm open for criticism But really, is it any room for criticism When this sh*t is in I'm in deeper than your pool, so I swim in toilets? b*tch, I be and I been ballin' [Verse 3] I hope you gettin' what I'm saying now And please don't get mad And now I'm back like spinal attack like rhino Got the thunder like Lionel And leave your head spinning like vinyl I know, pyscho but [type] though, right ho But you could drown in my flow 'cause my flow is a tidal Wave, you gon' need Geico or gecko I go get from the get go, go let, let go, let's go, go where, anywhere but nowhere, cold-erre than a pol-erre bears, toenail, no frail, don't break, too real Boy I get it poppin' like New Year's Scream "Hallelujah" I'm the one call me new year My car windows dark and my diamond chains too glare Like a light blink b*tch I wear a ice rink, serve pink, that ice pink Pour it up for Pimp C Pour it up for Screw and Moe Pour it up for Bun B Pour it up for young me, ni**a [Outro] You know, I mean, it's just- [?] maybe love to you is buying me cars, giving me money, buying me fancy clothes