Realized 歌词
| 歌曲 | Realized |
| 歌手 | Lil Wayne |
| 专辑 | Lights Out |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Thomas | |
| What?! | |
| What?!! | |
| Look◇ | |
| Okay, let's cut the crap | |
| I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap | |
| I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack | |
| And i'm quick to click and spit the gat | |
| I be dipped in black | |
| Sip the coke mixed with jack - calico, clip to match | |
| Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - point niggas out | |
| 'cause right now i'm full of that spinach that'll knock lennox out | |
| The mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump | |
| You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front | |
| I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump | |
| So if i come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump | |
| I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow | |
| Unlike no other, i'm real (??) like bag 'bauds | |
| I stash o's in the drawers of my trash hoes | |
| I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow | |
| I mash low in a stolen hot rav-4 | |
| The macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow | |
| Is that so? | |
| (hook [lil wayne]) | |
| I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all | |
| If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by | |
| That's your issue - god bless ya - you deserve to die | |
| [lil wayne] | |
| Look, | |
| Which one of these niggas playin' with me? | |
| I'ma strap up and slam his parent's street | |
| When i blast, bullets spit faster than mc hammer beats | |
| I be damned if he get a chance to sleep | |
| I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree | |
| I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me | |
| Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease | |
| There has to be some explanation for this insanity | |
| Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank) | |
| Now give me the dank | |
| Niggas claim they want war when i suggest you live in a tank | |
| What's your kid gonna think? | |
| Come home and find your wig in the sink | |
| I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to haiti | |
| For fifty g's i get ten ki's and straight out weight it | |
| I lock my area down - you can ask these boys | |
| They know wheezy got more white than the backstreet boys | |
| Never catch me unpack without them plastic toys | |
| It get drastic, boy | |
| Niggas that's askin' for it | |
| Wheezy, nigga | |
| It's wheezy, nigga | |
| Who? wheezy, nigga | |
| It's wheezy, nigga | |
| (hook [lil wayne]) | |
| I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all | |
| And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by | |
| That's your issue - god bless ya - you deserve to die | |
| [lil wayne] | |
| I hope y'all niggas understand that i ain't playin' or jokin' | |
| Bust shots, make you think the grand canyon open | |
| Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows | |
| Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes | |
| Two pistols, desperado gun busta | |
| Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya | |
| Hung under them killers and duck the pigs | |
| And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big | |
| And, nigga, i don't really care if i don't sell a million quick | |
| 'cause right now i'll quit and go and sell a million bricks | |
| I sticks to what i love, and that's the street | |
| And stay away from what i hate, and that's police | |
| And i keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' | |
| And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' | |
| When we all knowin' that wheezy have never been fake | |
| The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face | |
| Who is wheezy, nigga? | |
| Who is wheezy, nigga? | |
| Wheezy, nigga | |
| Lil wheezy, nigga | |
| (hook-2x [lil wayne]) | |
| [lil wayne] | |
| Say, i don't think you realize what's happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all | |
| [lil wayne (talking)] | |
| It's wheezy, nigga - lil wheezy, nigga | |
| Don't tangle it, nigga | |
| It's time to step down, ya heards me |
| zuo ci : Carter, Thomas | |
| What?! | |
| What?!! | |
| Look | |
| Okay, let' s cut the crap | |
| I' m straight gangsta forget the rap | |
| I only stick with that ' cause my ma don' t wan' see me flip the crack | |
| And i' m quick to click and spit the gat | |
| I be dipped in black | |
| Sip the coke mixed with jack calico, clip to match | |
| Like: where them cats who trippin' at? point niggas out | |
| ' cause right now i' m full of that spinach that' ll knock lennox out | |
| The mack10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump | |
| You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front | |
| I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump | |
| So if i come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump | |
| I' m raised in the slum where the bad grow | |
| Unlike no other, i' m real ?? like bag ' bauds | |
| I stash o' s in the drawers of my trash hoes | |
| I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow | |
| I mash low in a stolen hot rav4 | |
| The macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow | |
| Is that so? | |
| hook lil wayne | |
| I don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| If you don' t get the hell when he swervin' by | |
| That' s your issue god bless ya you deserve to die | |
| lil wayne | |
| Look, | |
| Which one of these niggas playin' with me? | |
| I' ma strap up and slam his parent' s street | |
| When i blast, bullets spit faster than mc hammer beats | |
| I be damned if he get a chance to sleep | |
| I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree | |
| I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me | |
| Then jam the freak with a broom blood leak from her panty crease | |
| There has to be some explanation for this insanity | |
| Yeah, y' all niggas faker than that boy fill in the blank | |
| Now give me the dank | |
| Niggas claim they want war when i suggest you live in a tank | |
| What' s your kid gonna think? | |
| Come home and find your wig in the sink | |
| I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to haiti | |
| For fifty g' s i get ten ki' s and straight out weight it | |
| I lock my area down you can ask these boys | |
| They know wheezy got more white than the backstreet boys | |
| Never catch me unpack without them plastic toys | |
| It get drastic, boy | |
| Niggas that' s askin' for it | |
| Wheezy, nigga | |
| It' s wheezy, nigga | |
| Who? wheezy, nigga | |
| It' s wheezy, nigga | |
| hook lil wayne | |
| I don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| And if you don' t get the hell when he swervin' by | |
| That' s your issue god bless ya you deserve to die | |
| lil wayne | |
| I hope y' all niggas understand that i ain' t playin' or jokin' | |
| Bust shots, make you think the grand canyon open | |
| Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows | |
| Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes | |
| Two pistols, desperado gun busta | |
| Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya | |
| Hung under them killers and duck the pigs | |
| And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big | |
| And, nigga, i don' t really care if i don' t sell a million quick | |
| ' cause right now i' ll quit and go and sell a million bricks | |
| I sticks to what i love, and that' s the street | |
| And stay away from what i hate, and that' s police | |
| And i keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' | |
| And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' | |
| When we all knowin' that wheezy have never been fake | |
| The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face | |
| Who is wheezy, nigga? | |
| Who is wheezy, nigga? | |
| Wheezy, nigga | |
| Lil wheezy, nigga | |
| hook2x lil wayne | |
| lil wayne | |
| Say, i don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| lil wayne talking | |
| It' s wheezy, nigga lil wheezy, nigga | |
| Don' t tangle it, nigga | |
| It' s time to step down, ya heards me |
| zuò cí : Carter, Thomas | |
| What?! | |
| What?!! | |
| Look | |
| Okay, let' s cut the crap | |
| I' m straight gangsta forget the rap | |
| I only stick with that ' cause my ma don' t wan' see me flip the crack | |
| And i' m quick to click and spit the gat | |
| I be dipped in black | |
| Sip the coke mixed with jack calico, clip to match | |
| Like: where them cats who trippin' at? point niggas out | |
| ' cause right now i' m full of that spinach that' ll knock lennox out | |
| The mack10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump | |
| You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front | |
| I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump | |
| So if i come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump | |
| I' m raised in the slum where the bad grow | |
| Unlike no other, i' m real ?? like bag ' bauds | |
| I stash o' s in the drawers of my trash hoes | |
| I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow | |
| I mash low in a stolen hot rav4 | |
| The macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow | |
| Is that so? | |
| hook lil wayne | |
| I don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| If you don' t get the hell when he swervin' by | |
| That' s your issue god bless ya you deserve to die | |
| lil wayne | |
| Look, | |
| Which one of these niggas playin' with me? | |
| I' ma strap up and slam his parent' s street | |
| When i blast, bullets spit faster than mc hammer beats | |
| I be damned if he get a chance to sleep | |
| I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree | |
| I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me | |
| Then jam the freak with a broom blood leak from her panty crease | |
| There has to be some explanation for this insanity | |
| Yeah, y' all niggas faker than that boy fill in the blank | |
| Now give me the dank | |
| Niggas claim they want war when i suggest you live in a tank | |
| What' s your kid gonna think? | |
| Come home and find your wig in the sink | |
| I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to haiti | |
| For fifty g' s i get ten ki' s and straight out weight it | |
| I lock my area down you can ask these boys | |
| They know wheezy got more white than the backstreet boys | |
| Never catch me unpack without them plastic toys | |
| It get drastic, boy | |
| Niggas that' s askin' for it | |
| Wheezy, nigga | |
| It' s wheezy, nigga | |
| Who? wheezy, nigga | |
| It' s wheezy, nigga | |
| hook lil wayne | |
| I don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| And if you don' t get the hell when he swervin' by | |
| That' s your issue god bless ya you deserve to die | |
| lil wayne | |
| I hope y' all niggas understand that i ain' t playin' or jokin' | |
| Bust shots, make you think the grand canyon open | |
| Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows | |
| Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes | |
| Two pistols, desperado gun busta | |
| Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya | |
| Hung under them killers and duck the pigs | |
| And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big | |
| And, nigga, i don' t really care if i don' t sell a million quick | |
| ' cause right now i' ll quit and go and sell a million bricks | |
| I sticks to what i love, and that' s the street | |
| And stay away from what i hate, and that' s police | |
| And i keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' | |
| And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' | |
| When we all knowin' that wheezy have never been fake | |
| The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face | |
| Who is wheezy, nigga? | |
| Who is wheezy, nigga? | |
| Wheezy, nigga | |
| Lil wheezy, nigga | |
| hook2x lil wayne | |
| lil wayne | |
| Say, i don' t think you realize what' s happenin', dog | |
| That lil' boy' s ' bout to come ' round here blastin' at y' all | |
| lil wayne talking | |
| It' s wheezy, nigga lil wheezy, nigga | |
| Don' t tangle it, nigga | |
| It' s time to step down, ya heards me |
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