Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Da Drought 3 Song: Back on My Grizzy Typed by: lowash67@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist Bitch I'm back on my grizzy Young money where ya at? Two tables and a mic Tell the Dj run it back Bitch I'm back on my grizzy Young money where ya at? If you fuck wit Younh Money Yougn Money where you at? Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum Im so young but I'm a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum Just bought a new crib, And insides so dumb Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come Im a fuckin shame huh? yea I know yea I know I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes And I go out my way just to get my dro and my doe Cause, I love it more than I do my hoes yes I doess I got gasoline comin out my pours Imma torch I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch And a porshe I got license for tha scortch Snipers at your porch Rifles by the forts And we shoot up courts The judge juss a bitch The jury suck dick Im a eastside blood And I dont smoke that crip I smoke that kutch First name Bubba First names Young Last name Stunna Carter in the office Take notes when I'm talkin Smooth as a cruz boat floats when I'm walkin I boast cause I'm ballin I boast to be ballin When I'm on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin You ain't satisfied till ya son'll be callin Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin Ok you wanna zombie mover instead Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead I can take a shit where I stand Where I stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants You ain't a man your a hoe I can kill him with the flow And then play the guitar at the fuckin funeral Big guns so they drinkin big shots And my gam go Saddam Hussein and missile launch The Corrain call me Wayne Chain Listen ma, I dont know karate, but after the brain, I kick you out You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo yeaa Im the man in this bitch, they say money talks wel. Im tha ventriloquist And if I ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist Boy I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint And when I'm done this track we'll need a couple bandages I be wit savages and I'm above average Im a crazy ass star like a fuckin asterick You niggas cant see me, I'm on my casper shit Runnin so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch If love like a grocery, I juss bag a bitch And you kno I'm gonna score like Deion after picks Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after dick And when my roll came down guess whut I did after it I popped and took some patrone shots I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots I pop popped...yea. Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop chop Leave ya back on tha block We pop cops And there ain't no rights on my block I got shop I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away..