Best Rapper Alive

歌手: Lil Wayne • 专辑:Tha Carter II • 发布时间:2005-12-06
作词 : Carter, Dwayne
 作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
 
 F*** with me? Thank you, come on, yeah
 Yeah, come on, you know me man
 Oh Fee, I got 'em boy
 Baby, Slim too, alright, Weezy Baby
 You can't see me, but I see you, and I see you
 Lord! I-I-I got 'em

 
 Bring the crowd, and I'm loud in living color
 It is Weezy F***in' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach
 Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't asking them for nothing
 If you sell a million records we could battle for your money
 I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
 Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
 Still stuntin', baby, yes I'm still flossin'
 Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it
 Big wheels make it look a little bulky
 You look a little salty, have yourself a chilled coffee
 Chill out, the guns is still out
 Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out
 I'm busy, I got paper to reel in
 God, I hope they snapping at the end of my rod
 I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
 And I hope you catching on to every line — Who am I?

 
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 Swagger right, check, game tight
 And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?)
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 Swagger right, check, uh, game tight
 And you should be afraid, be very afraid

 
 The heart of New Orleans, thumping and beating
 Living and breathing, stealing and feeding
 Peeling and leaving, killing and grieving
 Dearly departed, erased, deleted
 No prints, no plates, no face, no trace
 Out of sight, out of mind, no court, no case
 Sell his chain, celebrate, block party, second line
 Zulu Ball, Essence Fest, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras
 Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, now he got
 Family try, tell the feds, tell the cops
 Smell the rat coming back to the house, to the spot
 Tap-tap, knock-knock, "Who is that?" Chkk-pow!
 Triggaman, hoodie man, tell the kids, Boogieman
 Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal, gunman, blum-blam!
 Haha! Damn, Sammy, you done f***ed up
 Pu*** a** nigga s, put your nuts up, just call me —

 
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 Swagger right, check, game tight
 And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?)
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 Swagger right, check, game tight
 And you should be afraid, be very afraid

 
 F*** up with all these rookie MCs?
 Whew! Smell like a bunch of pu*** to me
 F*** 'em! F*** 'em good! F*** 'em long!
 F*** 'em hard! F*** who? F*** 'em all!
 Yeah, like that, just like that, right back
 I'm on that money train and that Mac'll knock 'em off track
 The quarterback, well protected from the Warren Sapp
 The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac
 You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts
 I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat
 Since everyone's a king, well where the f*** your palace at?
 Me? I got callous on my hands, I can handle that
 It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em
 It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm just joggin'
 Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath
 The motherf***in' best yet — Sorry for cussing (Who?)

 
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 Swagger right, check, game tight
 And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?)
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive
 Swagger right, check, game tight
 And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah
📥 下载LRC歌词 📄 下载TXT歌词

支持卡拉OK同步显示,可用记事本编辑