Lil Wayne — Seat Down Low

[Intro] Yeah It's me and T, man T.I. Dot-com, bitch! Hahaha! T.I.P., fuck with your boy Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen T.I.—and he is the king, bitch Don't get that shit twisted And me? I am the best rapper alive—ladies and gentlemen, hello! This is Da Drought 3 And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but, uh... I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man Listen [Verse] I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Riding with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back I like to get real high, and I never look back And you don't wanna try, man—don't I look strapped? I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fucking with it Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally Bucks Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I'll bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us Well, not just us—a couple foreign sluts Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling? Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am— Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing— Right to the top of the motherfucking mountain, counting I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it Mannie got this fucking beat pounding—it's pounding But it was just lost until I found it—I found it Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it Put this bitch to sleep—fucking right—I nightgowned it Niggas talkin cheap; tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!" Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless Beating up this track like a motherfucking round-fist Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit, like a long kiss I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this— Planet, I know; see, I live by my only Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey Candy on candy, nigga, gripping the grain See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain I am so, so New Orleans Like 18-25-TULANE! [Outro] Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin bout And if you don't, fuck you Hahaha I say what I want And I don't want nothing 'Cause I got everything, bitch