Dreams and Nightmares-Lil Wayne

[00:00.0][Intro] [00:00.00] 作曲 : Lil Wayne [00:01.88]Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah [00:05.49]That noise in the background, that's my skateboard [00:09.61]That nigga Mack crazy [00:10.48]Yeah, uh [00:11.78][Verse 1] [00:12.70]I put my shooters on they feet [00:14.67]I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep [00:18.50]The money turned my niggas into monsters [00:23.86]The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord [00:24.31]The money turned my face into a stocking [00:27.52]Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy [00:30.44]Don't make me turn the kid to a foster [00:32.81]My woman turn my **** into a Mazda, Lord [00:36.54]Body parts in the duffel [00:38.86]The bullets turn your body to a puzzle [00:42.2]The money turn my ***** into a monster [00:44.71]She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord [00:48.85]The money turn my niggas into killas [00:50.64]The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla [00:54.42]The money turnt the *****es into hoes [00:56.64]The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord [01:00.50]I put my shooters on they feet [01:02.86]Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat [01:06.66]Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze [01:08.94]She from the hood but look like she from overseas [01:11.93]I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya [01:14.62]I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" [01:17.47]She say, "**** these other niggas, they ain't half of ya [01:20.50]Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious" [01:23.51]I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun [01:26.44]Boy, we could sell white, in Africa [01:29.53]It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit [01:32.64]And now I'm drooling on my chain [01:35.92]"What happened to Wayne?" [01:36.27][Verse 2] [01:36.55]I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second? [01:38.88]Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti [01:41.90]We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit [01:44.97]Watch me pull up with no roof [01:46.66]Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it [01:47.68]I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? [01:51.3]Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't [01:53.96]Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business [01:56.56]Doing numbers in this *****, I'm like a smart phone with the digits [01:59.71]*****! [02:00.39]Riding 'round with the volume down [02:01.57]With the windows up and the choppers down [02:03.0]Soon as we get to your block [02:04.34]It's the mother****in' other way around [02:06.10]My ***** say I'm too wild [02:07.53]She don't even know why she stay around [02:08.95]I get home and I **** her down [02:10.29]Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows [02:12.8]If these bullets was paintballs [02:13.66]I could **** around and I could paint a house [02:15.10]You could tell I'm pimpin' [02:16.56]Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out [02:18.4]I bring wine to Amy house [02:19.48]We smoke it out and we drank it out [02:21.6]And talk about these ***** niggas [02:22.54]Tthat ain't about what Wayne about [02:24.10]I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind [02:26.78]I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime [02:30.19]Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes [02:32.96]We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines [02:35.98]Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry [02:38.76]My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside" [02:42.0]I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well [02:45.15]Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail [02:48.19]Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package [02:51.18]My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish [02:54.6]Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL [02:57.29]Should've been in N.W.A., **** the police, Five-0 and 12 [03:00.25]One time for your mind, *****, never say "Nevermind," ***** [03:03.32]You a penny short of a dime, *****, no nonsense [03:06.16]Had a nine since I was nine, ***** [03:08.26]Yeah, born to murder [03:08.64]Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle [03:11.90]Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me? [03:14.94]They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon [03:18.1]Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart [03:21.2]It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar [03:24.6]For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard [03:26.95]AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch [03:29.82][Outro] [03:30.17]Sorry 4 The Wait, woo