Lil Wayne — Bass Beat

[Intro] Gangsta Grillz It's me and Spitta man Gangsta Grillz, Mack Maine we see you Young Capo I see you Gangsta Grillz [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] I get that money that's my top commitment Yall niggas just talking yall politicians But let me get slick Real quick like Rick Without the patch on my eye Take a patch out the sky, cause I’m fly I say that a lot and Imma keep on Thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep going Keep walking, piece on You won’t find me in my beach home I’m out ya reach arm I got a speech for ‘em, um Fuck them and whoever know ‘em, one I’m stepping in Roberto's with a nasty ass virgo She feeling my gangsta, I ain’t even have to game her But that came natural sort of like magical I disappear when I dip in the bathroom But I’ll be back soon fucking wit them raccoons Like Jackie Gleason on his honeymoon What up Fuke? [Curren$y] Hot Spitter in the building Young Money in the arena Ya catch me with two bad bitches between us (Gangsta Grillz) [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] I cook good crack in a pot in a pot i pissed in Yall niggas just talking yall politicians With the wind against my back I defend in the attack By any man I’m in fact, ha ha And its like that My impact so hard if I die I probably bounce right back I walk around with a mice trap Niggas wit cheese don’t like rats And despite that I been around a few gold fish I’m still a shark out the ocean I wear the fuck out the 0 6, 4 sent flow Like I’m 4'6", left arm so stiff Yall don’t shit about this stuntin’ business I’m about to teach that to all of my bitches But, back to the business Give the mutha fucka so much coke He probably have problems with they kidney Spit ‘em [Curren$y] Jesus Christ Young Money mother fucker Money go way back Way back like an old man hairline Mu fucka y'all can't see that [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] It's haters out there but I"m optimistic Yall niggas just talking ya politicians I'm walking what I'm talking And I'm playing what I'm saying And I'm stepping what I'm reppin I'm about what I shout boy The loudest mouth of the South boy I'm from the dirty dirty You can't get me out my shop boy I got a money clip but like what for I tote whole stacks, they can't hold that I stick it in her back pocket make her butt large And pull her seven jeans down she like fuck drawls And I'm like fuck that but she thought I was ignorant Approached her like a gentleman Her friends trying to get with him but I already been with them They all act the same I fucked them all Man they like synonyms I like dividends, I might give her them She the niggas I'm with I might give her them [Curren$y] I don't know how he get so many girls, and rap And handle like that, and the lyrics! It's cool though, if y'all listening to him and y'all like all that Y'all need to come get with me Curren$y the Hot Spitta The new gentleman 2005, YM mother fucker