Street Chains (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Lyrics by：Tarik Azzouz/Dwayne Carter/Nicholas Warwar

Composed by：Tarik Azzouz/Dwayne Carter/Nicholas Warwar

Straight from the East side

Blood gang we heavy

F**k n***a dare me

I turn into Freddy

My fingers machetes

Trap house jumping like Monta Ellis

We trap out the 'telly when we outta town

Uzi on deck

Phone ringing off the hook b***h that's the plug

Ocean view bedroom baby

See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub

Hold up I ain't playing

N***as say they rich I say And

Same old song I ain't dance

Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan

If you don't see what I'm saying

I give your a*s a f**king eye exam

I ain't playing

Guns in my hands I ain't praying

Fireman spitting venom Spiderman I'm enhanced

I'm at peace jogging pants cost at least about a grand

I'm advanced like Japan

Got more sand than Sudan Lord

And life ain't nothing but a long day

And tomorrow ain't nothing but a long way away

You know that haters come in all sizes all shapes 'kay

That's why I had to get a little more trunk space

Got insurance on the trap house Allstate

Got the trap house pumping like a heart rate

Got the trap house pumping like a 808

Boom like a 808

I could fly around that b***h need a tarmac

I just landed in Cuba need a straw hat

I gotta get the raw back I need a format

I put the s**t on horseback and start my own ranch

From where they don't talk smack they just snort smack

I'll turn your head to an open hot sauce pack

I tell the b***h some true lies and some false facts

Boy I'm drowningin the syrup like a short stack

Ooh 187 211

Hockey mask on Wayne Gretzky

Stunt my a*s off chain heavy

Your b***h get passed on chain letter

Train smoker smoke plain never

Had a date with the Devil

Then I changed schedules

I'm a trained killer

Like a paid killer

Better yet Saddam Hussein nephew

N***a no love

That's from the bottom of my heart

I pull up and paint your whole f**king block red

Then get out of my car and admire my art

Then smile at my thoughts

My b***h from Atlanta got eyes like a hawk

She see why I'm a boss

I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti

While it was parked

Now I don't wan' talk b***h I don't wan' talk

Lean in my punch I decided to spar

Anybody want war

I'm excited to start

Get indicted tomorrow

I be out by the morn

Before I even yawn

Stay in ya lane I remind these lil' boys

This is victory lane now do I need a horn

The struggle is real and the Bible too long

I'm writing my will and I'm typing my won'ts

Lord please

Kilos OZ's

'Cause my b***h high class she like Pinot and cheese

I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees

I can out-think a shrink she can deep throat a tree

I can hijack a Brinks so my sweet soda pink

I'm a freak show to freaks

I'm spitting these bars hope my bar tab is cheap

I'm a hard man to reach

I'm newborn and deceased

I'm too hard for this beat

I'm the heart and the beat

The Chong and the Cheech

My blunt long as a speech

Roach look like a leech

I'm too long for the brief

I'm too wrong for the priest

With this chrome on your teeth

That get blown out your cheek

Like my b***h mixed like Long Island Tea

She don't hide her figure she don't hide her feet

I'm the head n***a like Prodigy

And b***h I'ma shine like Connery

Yeah

And life ain't nothing but a long day

Tomorrow ain't nothing but a long way away