Lil Wayne — Walk It Out Remix

[Intro] Haha Drought 3 Yessir! Hahaha Look [Verse 1] I bought it out like Stunna I hope when we kiss, we make you sick to your stomach Stuntin' like my daddy, and your mama eat rubbers I bet that I can do the mouth-to-mouth with your woman My house is a dungeon Yellow diamond ring looking like a little Funyun Stand on my toes, you can call me "Paul Bunyan" Switching up my flows like a nigga do construction The microphone wet 'cause my words like seduction And when we on the jet, you don't come up in the discussion And if you say you balling, we probably don't trust you And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck you Even if you pay 'em, boy, they probably won't fuck you Only if I say that she can touch you, like Busta But she might cut you, and burn you, like Usher Me and my clique be in red, like Russia I shit these rappers out, and sometimes, I forget to flush you Grandaddy purp or bubble kush-crusher Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher Cash Money, Young Money, check the production I am just a Martian, get prepared for abduction [Break] Hahahaha Hehehe Hahahaha [Verse 2] Um, I walk it out, like crutches Two girls jump me, like double-dutches My nigga T-Streets know a girl named Duchess And every time he see her in the street, she be cussing I told him he should wave the black flag 'cause she bugging He said, "The pussy good," he said, "You dig?" So I dug him I'm looking for a real bad bitch with a husband I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothing I'm spitting like I stumbled on a gold pot of something And when I was six, I saw my role model hustling So I gotta hustle These rappers talking 'bout a whole lot of nothing You dropped me on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday Fuck is the arguing 'bout? Nigga, Tha Carter out This is what I call Da Drought... 3 And we don't walk it out, we drop-top-Porsche it out They better walk 'em out, before we chalk 'em out We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk 'em now They don't want it, uh-uh; no, they don't want it, uh-uh You see, they phony, I'm not; oh, yeah, they phony, I'm not I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out I am a Saints fan; oh, yeah, we marching now Like we're a Saints band, I play the organs now And if they talking, most likely, I'm what they talking 'bout My nigga T from the East roll up that forest now Man, I'm just trying to get my peanuts, I'm like Charlie Brown OK, that Uzi make a Harley sound Take two of these and walk around Come straight from that homeless town This game belong to Carter now, bitch