Artist: Lil Wayne Album: La La 12" Song: La La Typed by: bomberfromdabean@aim.com Uh-huh, that's right, The Carter 3, come on Yeah, yeah, walk with me, come go with me Yeah, it's Lil Weezy baby, hehe And I'm just lighting up my La, la la la la la la, la la la la (yea, yea, yea) La, la la la la la la, la la la la (yea, 1-7, Cash Money, Young Money) Born in New Orleans, rasied in New Orleans I will forever remain faithful New Orleans I thank you New Orleans, thank you Hollygrove That's been my hood since a snotty nose I come thru the hood suicidal doors I used to come thru the hood on the handlebars Gat in my drawers, money in my pocket Crack in my jaws, I hope it don't disolve And you know I'm ducking 5-0 and my moms Youngin' quick to go off like car alarms Now the youngin' keep his mind on the parmagean Them other niggas ain't eating like a Ramadan Spit the shit that make you feel it in ya chromosomes Got some money, put my whole damn corner on Young Carter part 3, I'm the corner store Eagle Street, keep it going till homies home And I'm just lighting up my.. La, la la la la la la, la la la la (yea, yea, yea) La, la la la la la la, la la la la (yea, come on, I'm just lighting up my) La, la la la la la la, la la la la (yea, yea, yea) La, la la la la la la, la la la la (can I kick it?) Can I kick my story to ya'll? My glory in God My faith and my flow, I pray that I go where no other rapper has And when ya rapping as, vivid as I Ya limit is the sky, so I Study B.I., I bang Tupac I hum Aaliya, and Soldier Slim was a leader Who am I not to follow greatness? And give these emcees hell like they all athiest Tell them hating niggas one like they in The Matrix And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets I'mma keep the paper running like a pair of aces Used to sport the Gucci bucks, nigga no laces Stripe polo, five pocket Girbaud Momma got her tube tied, I'm rocking dolo I used to have the Starter jacket with the logo And a hat, myself I had the N.O., that's the Saints nigga La, la la la la la la, la la la la (yea, yea) La, la la la la la la, la la la la (and I'm just lighting up my) La, la la la la la la, la la la la (you know, you know) La, la la la la la la, la la la la (Weezy, baby, yea) It's, Lil Wayne, I'mma shine in the rain Now nothing gets clear without me signing my name I'm just, headlining the game, won't quit until I'm A-roding the game, they riding the bench They not in the game, I misplaced the key to the lock and chain My spot remain, like a bleach stain, or cranberry It's, "Murder She Wrote" like Angela Lansberry I remember being small mayne New toys when my momma win the card game Got my gifts before Christmas, didn't have to wait for em I had a 10-speed, a scooter and a skateboard Haha, then we moved to the suburbs Me and lil Toya Johnson was lovebirds Oh man, and I swear I feel born again I'm in the building like the audience, just lighting up my La, la la la la la la, la la la la x8