Lil Wayne — Loud Pipes

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] I put piss stains on private planes, cause it's my jet nigga Money ain't shit cause my Rottweilers drink Moët Diamond baguette bracelets for my lovers Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers Who got shit on his wrist that cost three nickel Who got the project on lock when that nigga slanging pickle Who got a Benz, a Prowler, playboy, and a 'Vette Tell the truth -- who fucked you on the same night when we met? Now, who got baby mamas from the N.O. to New York Who got every bitch's attention in this motherfucker when he talk Now who the fuck we talking about, look -- y'all dont know? I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with? He fucked that ho Now look here, y'all ain't seen my watch, it's like 'Harlem World' video White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I don't know Shorty, when the next time I'mma be up in your bed I love you? You love me? Well go 'head on and gimme some head [Chorus: Juvenile] Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life [Verse 2: Baby] I told 'Soul' I need something With some hell of a ice Nigga came back with a hell of a price That ain't nothing, these hoes doing hella wrong Calling these niggas on our cell phone Bitch riding Benz on 20-inch chrome Give me the key, the car, ho, and the alarm For my Prowler, my Jag, my Benz and my home Bitch you'll never ride 20-inch chrome I love to shine, that's why the chopper's mine Hit my block in my Benz, ho, with stretch tires Bought a new car that I couldn't drive Bought it to tunes before a nigga could drive When I put the Bose system right behind my eyes With the VC's and TV's so a nigga could shine Let my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5 And tell all my hoes they don't need no job [Chorus: Juvenile] Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life [Verse 3: B.G.] I ride the best, from a Benz, to a Jag, to a Beamer, to a Lex Might fly first class on Delta, helicopter or a jet I'm a stunter, I'm a repper, Geezy like to shine Drink Don, Moët, and Crissy, see that's the finest wine 20 inches is the only thing I sit my shit on Don't bring yo bitch around me cause my dick she'll wanna sit on And I ain't gonna tell her nothing different, that's your issue But after she come back, your best out is not to kiss her Whole city sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring Look at B.G. watch, that bitch bling-a-ling-a-ling I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will never See me sporting nothing that ain't 20 G's or better Me and Wayne take the left, Juve and Baby take the right It's dark in the room, we hold up our watches and it's light Cash Money Millionaires living a hell of a life Like my nigga Weezy said, we surrounded by ice [Chorus: Juvenile] Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Whoa, whoa, whoa Now I'm shinin' beamin' glossin', Big Tymin' stuntin' and flossin' Lamborghini sitting on broaders with two more in my garages Plus a blue and black ferrari with Nintendo and Atari Man I swear the car is awesome, vroom! Sorry, we lost 'em I'm back, I pull up smelling like dime sacks and cognac I leave in the Hummer, hour later I'm flying back Whoosh, private jet's about to land The women fall out when I let them touch my hand I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van TVs all over with chrome 20-inch fans, damn Goddamn, man, I am, L-I-L, Weezy, off the heezy But still in awe, ice floodin' on my watch And in my grill and all, Porsche Box', front blocks Skrrt! Peeling off, me and Slim in the Rover Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soldier [Chorus: Juvenile] Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life Loud pipes big rims Wodie that's our life When we pull up at the club Sorry that's our night I know a lot of haters out there saying That that's not right But our diamonds are much bigger So that's our life