Lil Wayne — Swizzy Remix

[Intro] This the remix, baby! Yeah! You already know what it is 'Cause if you don't you just don't know nothin Shit, period! Stupid [Verse] You know me, I just be chilling in the Phantom, listening to opera Gun is my bodyguard, call it "Kevin Costner" Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots Ha... Fuck around, see a flock of red dots Smoke good, eat good Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good Just bought a Fleetwood And I'ma put some D's on that bitch Looking like I got a diamond disease on my wrist Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick Young Money, Cash Money And we gon' get the money, even if it kills y'all And I'ma ride 'til the motherfucking wheels off George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on I'm cold! Yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on Beating up your block—yeah, I get my Emmett Till on In the New Edition—yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on Keep a shotgun—yeah, I get my Jayson Will on Fuck it, Swizz, I'm still going Black entertainment—yeah, I get my Steven Hill on Only to talk models—yeah, I get my Seal on Make that chick rock, get my Amil on Two girls, let 'em get they pill on Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on Hey, now why you that ice grill on? I leave you lookin like you got a barbecue grill on Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on Real nigga, I get my "Keep It Real" on And they be lying on wax, like a earphone Weezy Baby: the best from here on Swizz, I'm in gear, homes They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam No homo, let 'em get they queer on No commercial, I just take the Lear home My girl, she get her Pam Grier on She don't touch me, I got cashmere on I ball, and you just Erick Dampier, dawg I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster And we're gone! [Outro] I'm stuffed