Lil Wayne — Joog

[Intro] We got London on the track [Chorus] From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash From in her purse to in her house, yeah [Verse 1] AK with the telescope, filet with a cherry coke Enjoying the fruits of my labor, I pop that cherry hoe Kush loud as a stereo, I got all these medicals Powder bags of heavy snow, Eskimo, I'm askin' more All that gas like Texico, all that ass you sexy ho To my white girl, to my weed, that Mary Jane, that Mary Joe Private planes and heavy doors, meeting bitches in metaphors Like these singers poor like Singapore From heaven's gates to the devil's doors I'm joog, I'm hustling baby All my money, I custom-made it Numbers don't lie but people do That's why they turn their back on you like 180 Degrees, please, I run with Gs They got my back, I front me some keys I smell a rat, they stunk up the streets Now my peeps 'bout to come with them pumps, like Febreze [Pre-Chorus] Joog in a hundred degrees Joog in the cold winter breeze This yayo almost to my knees I play in the snow til I freeze She play with the snow til she sneeze She way up, she in the nosebleeds We break in your door for them keys And you lay on your floor til we leave Here to joog [Chorus] From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash From in her purse to in her house, yeah I hit a joog and then I bounce Joog [Verse 2] I joog out the back of the Hummer I joog out the back of the complex I work that wrist like a Timex, I do it big, nigga, 5X I did not give out no freebie, I don't play Let's Make a Deal I'm taxing if you fake, nigga, I'm taxing if you trill Work, work, I got that work, perc serving, I got them percs All of these medicine bottles, balling like Cedric Ceballos And nina just swallowed some hollows Oh shit, that bitch 'bout to burp And you know that it's fuck the world So I put your dick in the dirt Ball on a fuck nigga, spending paper All these fuck nigga instigators Fuck nigga head in a refrigerator Chef 'bout to bring it to the dinner tables My bitch do lines like printing paper Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch Just made another bitch love the dick Just made another bitch cum cum Who the motherfucker? I'm the motherfucker (Me) Here come the undercovers, better run for cover And when we under pressure we get overheated And we overheated we turn on the army And bring a hurricane to a thunderstorm And leave your block looking like a slumber party Too much stashed in my undergarments Too much cash, that's an understatement Too many hoes I could understand But I'm losing all my wars to the undertaker And I'm 'bout to make these hoes shake their money maker And I fuck a bitch til she making funny faces Jooging like that motherfucker Freddy Krueger I'm jooging like that crazy motherfucker Jason I'm jooging, these other niggas jig You see not me, I joog, drive horses in that hood Come through that bitch like vroom, vroom Come through that bitch like ugh Lil boy your bitch so ugh, my spoiled bitch so good I'm oil rich, I'm good Joog, joog, joog, I joog, joog, joog Wish a nigga would, good, good I leave his block like uhh uhh uhh No Ceilings [Chorus] From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash From in her purse to in her house, yeah I hit a joog and then I bounce [Bridge] I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, good I'm good like I never been better I'm good, I feel like more right than Betty I joog, joog, joog, jooging Joog like my shotty on [?] I joog like my shotty on [?] [Outro] AK with the telescope, filet with lil cherry Coke AK with the telescope, filet with lil cherry Coke Enjoying the fruits of my labor, I pop that cherry hoe Kush loud as a stereo, I got all these medicals Powder bags of heavy snow, Eskimo, I'm askin' more All that gas like Texaco, all that ass you sexy ho To my white girl, to my weed, that Mary Jane, that Mary Joe Ballin' on a fuck nigga, spending paper All these fuck nigga instigators Fuck nigga head in a refrigerator Chef 'bout to bring it to the dinner tables My bitch do lines like printing paper Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch