Oh No (Explicit)

Cheer, I play the b******t from the backseat champ

Oh No - Lil Wayne

Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back

Feet back stay from where the fake be at

Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at

Ni**a make his own brother face his back

Give love and take it back

Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back

Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats

Face the facts, you can't change him

Can't shoot it if you can't aim it

Can't miss him if he kill you

Then you can't blame him

That's just how the dice roll

When you can't fade him

Get too deep up in that water

And they can't save ya

Me I come out of that water

Like I was just bathing

And watch my step on a wet pavement

Yea, I'm from the hood

So I rep 'em where I can't take 'em

Holly grove, holly grove was his last statement

So ni**a get that look off your face

And recognize you got a crook in the place

They call me W E E crooked letter Y, I'm so high

I skeet skeet in any ni**a dime like she's mine

Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch

Leave you bloody with the cops to match

Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast

Like, ha ha

That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin' back

It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back

No cocking back

Silly motherf**ker you ain't heard bout this

The clip sink down to the dick

That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy

Guaranteed to get you b**ches from by me

When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin'

Mortimer is no longer leapin', he sleepin'

While you p**sy niggaz is sleepin' he thinkin'

Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin'

Bob Marley got me stinkin'

Stackin figures I'm standin' firm life's a slinky

Pipes is filled with crack coc*ine

And the d**e go inside of the veins

From where I came'

Though I bear a name only one call live with

Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it

I'm sicker with it

Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe

Let some time go chill

What you know about a bongo

Having her mind goover a convo about dough, nothing!

Man, the four wheelers look so good on the sand

Tee or tanktop pocket fan

Pocket knife, no handgun in sight

Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom

Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price

'Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright

And I'm feelin' like mike at a Tyson fight

I'm from Cita house, big momma's house

She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out

And he ain't gettin' up after them shots

If you hit him in the right spot

Hold up the beat might drop