Lil Wayne — Imagine

That mean I'm ballin' bitch If ya didn't know, if you wasn't informed Or somethin' like that, this is Da Drought 3 And um, check this out Yeah, imagine wakin' up out ya, sleep to them pistols blastin' And if the witness is dead there's no trial If you didn't know then, hoe, well ya know now And I don't mean basketball, when I say I don't know Yao Money money money money, boost my morale Play with my money money money, okay coral I like a bitch with a Apple Bottom, like Vokal The top is at my fingertips, like I ain't got no nails I got blood brothers, bitch, I ain't got no pals I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's I'ma paper chasin' dog, check my toenails And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre I been shot two times, just wipe that off But I thank you for puttin' me right back, Lord And to you, Father, I would give my life back for it That knife, that sword, that gun, that war Make ya so called soldiers, just run like Gore Yeah, Frank that is from San Francis And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees 10 addresses and I dresses Like I thinks I'm the muthafuckin' best there is And I'm about to bubble and she catch that fizz And I'm straight from Clayborne, nigga, just ask Liz Check ya neck, there ain't a crook like this From the city where the judge throw the book at kids Burna in school, in my book bag hid Talk stupid at lunch and we havin' ya ribs If you are not home, then we havin' ya kids And if you can't come up with half, I'll send ya half of ya kid Back to the board, an extravagant crib I'm on the toilet watchin' Martin, just laughin' and shit Don't know why I get high, but I get high I get high like every single day We do shit that them other women can't Mary Jane, what is it you've done to me? I pop a beat and start rollin' And then I smoke it like a muthafuckin' stogie Pete Pye wrote it, I was rappin' to the Ding-ding-ding-ding, fuck it Get high, screw the world and that's that I need all my funds, yeah, all my money, baby Black diamonds and pearls, believe that I may bling bling and my chest look like a mural I'm nuts, just call me Squirrel My fetish is the girls but the women not the girls Act your age, not your shoe size, maybe we can do the twirl I'll be the Prince of a Pearl, tongue, earring in her pearl, tongue If she come let her girl come, give her a pill, giver her girl, one Party time, excellent, yup Wayne's World Campbell's soup on the wrist, just call me Earl Lil' ma don't shoot 'em, ya heard I get high my words slur, I start callin' 'em Mirl Hey Mirl, light that fur And I know this old, but I'm really hot in hurr I went with the phantom, my niggas coppin' the spurs My hands in the pot, I'd rather eat and stir It's I against the world and I'm strapped, yeah I bring all my guns, shoot mothers, fathers, babies, damn Black hand guns to serve, we could see But we are so blind to the signs, they tryin' to lose the world And we will walk right up with our guns Yup, hand in hand, yeah We'll march right after the drum But I don't need no band