Tha Blues Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil Wayne

(Lil Wayne) 

Come on, come on 

Come on, come on, come on, come on 

Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) 

They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) 

Look- 

Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's 

Forty-fours under my clothes - I'm drunk and blow 

And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers 

Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters 

I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba 

for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer 

Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay 

And make me run in your place and take your pops away 

See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay 

So I can get it understood and have you chopped today 

And not to say I could even hit your block and spray 

And try to knock all the bone structure out your face 

Stick a potato on the head of my nine - it's deadly quiet 

Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig 

The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all 

Young or old, nigga, big or small 

Ain't nothin' nice 

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(Hook (Lil Wayne)) 

Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid 

Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid 

And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools 

And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues 

(Lil Wayne) 

Look- 

Now we all do dumb things 

Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em 

I'll murder his father right in front of him 

None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout 

Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out 

I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples 

Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces 

(?) off the meters 

Don't leave without the heaters 

Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas 

You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters 

Run up on your family and pop your senioritas 

A lot of Hennessy - just twist that lil' baby 

Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby 

This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy 

Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me 

Seventeen Carollton - mess with me, I bury one 

Three-eighty - I carry one 

Come to kill up everyone 

What! 

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(Hook (Lil Wayne)) 

(Lil Wayne) 

Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock 

And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop 

Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat 

Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block 

And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot 

And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop 

I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot 

And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots 

Follow me - everybody in the family die sourly 

Niggas drop hourly - ruinin' your economy 

Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me 

Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me 

I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman 

Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men 

A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire 

Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house 

(Hook (Lil Wayne))