paroles de chanson Ya Dig - lil wayne
Can
we
talk
about
it
now?
I
mean
the
little
trouble
that
you′ve
been
havin'
lately
You
know
I
real-I
really
can′t
stand
the
way,
you
know
That
we're
actin'
toward
each
other
It′s
just
not
right,
you
know?
(Oh,
mmm)
Uh-um,
yeah,
they
love
me
when
the
mic
on
But
then
they
show
my
dark
side
when
the
lights
on
But
f-
′em
in
the
a-
with
a
pipe,
homes
F-
off
and
let
me
get
my
life
on
You
Cracker
Jacks,
get
your
white
on
I
will
send
n-
to
your
house
while
your
wife
home
I'm
black
and
proud,
right
on
And
since
the
lights
on,
let
me
get
my
bright
on
Don′t
worry
'bout
what
I′m
on
I
own
everything
around
me,
now
get
the
f-
from
'round
me
I
should
pull
out
my
d-
and
watch
you
climb
on
Get
the
f-
up
out
my
hair
unless
you′re
my
comb
That
mean
mind
yours
because
I'm
grown
And
I'ma
die
alone
with
my
Styrofoam
I
hope
you
gettin′
what
I′m
sayin'
now
And
please
don′t
get
mad
Um,
like
get
the
f-
out
of
my
business
'Cause
I′ve
been
handlin'
the
f-
outta
my
business
Grindin′
got
perfect
attendance
Flyer
than
first-class
and
detention
Uh,
been
a
winner
since
a
beginner
And
my
records
show,
now
leave
it
in
the
Guinness
What
do
you
mean,
am
I
finished?
I'm
just
gettin'
started
Put
you
on
the
sideline
like
Vince
Lombardi
Weezy,
newborn
baby,
and
it′s
my
party
And
I′m
kickin'
like
a
horse
on
the
stick-shift
Ferrari
Like
new
cocaine,
bright
yellow
dope
Bright
red
flag
like
a
red
velvet
rope
I′m
open
for
criticism
But
really,
is
it
any
room
for
criticism?
When
this
s-
does,
it
in
'em
deeper
than
your
pool,
so
I
swim
in
toilets
B-,
I
be
and
I
been
ballin′,
yeah
I
hope
you
gettin'
what
I′m
sayin'
now
(uh)
And
please
don't
get
mad
And
now
I′m
back
like
spinal,
attack
like
rhino
Got
the
thunder
like
Lionel
And
leave
your
head
spinnin′
like
vinyl
I
know,
psycho
but
tight
though,
right
h-
But
you
could
drown
in
my
flow
'cause
my
flow
is
a
tidal
Wave,
you
gon′
need
Geico
or
gecko
I
go
get
from
the
get-go,
go
let,
let
go,
let's
go,
go
where
Anywhere
but
nowhere,
cold
air
than
a
pol-air
bears
Toenail,
no
frail,
don′t
break,
too
real
Boy
I
get
it
poppin'
like
New
Year′s
Scream,
"Hallelujah"
I
am
the
one
call
me
"new
year"
My
car
windows
dark
and
my
diamond
chains
too
clear
Like
a
light
blink,
b-,
I
wear
an
ice
rink
Syrup
pink,
that
ice
pink
Pour
it
up
for
Pimp
C
Pour
it
up
for
Screw
and
Moe
Pour
it
up
for
Bun
B
Pour
it
up
for
young
me,
n-
(mmm)
You
know,
I
mean,
it's
just,
you
know
I
just
think
Maybe
love
to
you
is
buyin'
me
cars
Givin′
me
money,
buyin′
me
fancy
clothes
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