Текст песни Cannon (Amg Remix) - Juice , lil wayne , Freeway , DJ Drama
Howdy
do
motherfuckers
it's
Weezy
baby
Niggaz
bitchin
and
I
gotta
toke
the
"Cannon"
Listen
close
I
got
duct
tape
and
rope
I'll
leave
you
missin
like
the
fuckin
O'
Banas
One
hand
on
my
money,
one
hand
on
my
buddy
That's
that
AK-47
made
his
neighborhood
love
me
bullets
like
birds
you
can
hear
them
bitches
hummin
Don't
let
that
bird
shit,
he
got
a
weak
stomach
niggaz
kno
I'm
sick
I
don't
spit
I
vomit,
got
it?
One
egg
short
of
the
omelette
Simon
says,
shoot
a
nigga
in
his
thigh
and
leg
Then
tell
him
"ketch
up"
like
mayonaisse
umm
I'm
the
sickest
nigga
doin
it
bet
that
baby
These
other
niggaz
dope
I'm
wet
crack
baby,
yes
get
back
get
back
boy
its
a
set
back
clumsy
ass
niggaz
slip
and
fall
into
a
death
trap
Them
boys
pussy,
born
without
a
back
bone
And
if
you
strapped
we
can
trade
like
the
dow
jones
wet
him
up,
I
hope
he
got
his
towel
on
I
aim
at
cha
moon,
and
get
my
howl
on
Some
niggaz
cry
wolf,
I'm
on
that
dry
kush
And
when
it
comes
to
that
paper
I
stack
books
you
heard
what
I
said
I
can
put
you
on
your
feet
or
put
some
money
on
your
head
life
ain't
cheap
you're
better
off
dead
if
you
can't
pay
the
fee
Shoutout
my
nigga
fee
See
every
motherfucker
at
the
door
don't
get
a
key
you
outside
lookin
in,
so
tell
me
what
you
see
its
about
money
its
bigger
than
me
I
told
my
homies
don't
kill
him
bring
the
nigga
to
me,
yea
Don't
miss,
you
fuckin
wit
the
hitmen
kidnap
a
nigga
make
him
feel
like
a
kid
again
(Bridge)
x2
Straight
up,
I
ain't
got
no
conversation
for
ya
Nigga
talk
to
the
"Cannon"
Have
a
few
words
wit
the
"Cannon"
Tell
it
to
my
motherfuckin
"Cannon"
From
Philly
to
where
I'm
landin
ima
"Cannon"
And
I'm
on
that
Philly
fightin
shit
Then
I
come
fully
equipped
you
try
me
get
body
and
shotti
in
the
whip
if
a
nigga
try
to
stick
me
ima
blam
him
Single
on
them
da
da
them
and
free
got
the
butters
got
the
greedy
got
the
chan
got
the
whole
enchilada
Homie
kno
I'm
inside
of
your
house
Tie
up
your
brother
make
the
prick
call
up
your
mother
She
might
kno
where
to
find
you
I
am
On
top
of
my
job
The
heavyweight
champ
of
the
flow
its
flow
like
the
ocean;
open
water
you
drownin
I
will
four
pound
'em
And
sink
'em
heat
'em
and
leave
'em
stinkin
Sharks
surround
'em
and
eat
'em
nice
to
know
'em
I
will
roll
over
ya
squad
like
I'm
a
punch
card
you
chumps
you
best
call
general
motors
I
will
take
control
of
your
soldiers
you
won't
listen
til
I
toss
'em
in
the
wok
like
chicken
A
yo
A
yo
I
make
it
hard
for
rap
niggaz
I'm
peer
pressure
matter
fact
I'm
motivation
to
rap
better
I
show
niggaz
how
to
act
how
to
dress
better
I
stay
fresh
more
fitted
caps
than
bat
catchers
I'm
the
crack
The
smack
The
gun
the
rule
The
gat
the
strap
The
gun
the
tool
Tha
motherfuckin
"Cannon"
Other
words
I'm
the
real
for
real
we
can
go
check
for
check
or
bill
for
bill
we
can
go
chick
for
chick
or
skill
for
skill
The
deal
is
sealed
niggaz
ain't
real
as
will
cuz
ima
"Cannon"
And
I
handle
well
pedal
like
cannon
dell
And
I
got
the
50
cal
mag
its
a
handheld
"Cannon"
I'm
tellin
you
niggaz
I
pop
put
a
shell
in
you
niggaz
ma
nice
watch'll
helen
keller
you
niggaz
I
got
whores
in
the
cannon
camcorder
bendin
ova
blowin
gam
by
the
quarter
weed
ova
in
the
rover
nigga
(ha
ha
ha
ha)
yea
yea
Detroit
red
gettin
change
like
them
white
folks
Dump
it
out
the
window
of
the
range
wit
the
rifle
Pain
like
a
bitch
the
first
day
of
her
cycle
you
betta
scurry
when
I
pull
the
"Cannon"
Straps
burn
the
streets
like
a
truck
through
the
gas
I
love
head
and
caressin
a
voluptuous
ass
I
ask
your
baby
momma
is
she
up
to
the
task
She
like
damn
red
its
bigger
than
a
"Cannon"
ma
attire
makes
the
ladies
say
your
man
is
too
fly
imported
oils
from
Iran
and
Dubai
get
caught
slippin
wit
ya
mans
and
you
die
where
I'm
from
niggaz
be
quick
to
squeeze
the
"Cannon"
Detroit
red
always
got
some
shit
for
ya
ear
Show
me
love
but
keep
it
movin
man
cause
if
you
get
near
I'll
say
get
off
my
dick
and
tell
ya
bitch
to
come
here
cuz
you
sweatin
me
and
my
DJ
Todd
"Cannon"
legs
spread
far
out,
you
kno
how
I'm
standin
yea
I'm
posted
wit
the
big
homie
"Cannon"
I
got
niggaz
who
don't
like
rap
lovin
our
shit
we
got
niggaz
who
was
stuck
on
Pac
bumpin
our
shit
These
niggaz
can't
see
me
like
I
ain't
been
around
lately
A
good
battle
when
they
at
the
mound
its
gravy
niggaz
salty
I'm
Peppa
no
spinderella,
just
a
cigerella
Filled
wit
tropicana
yea
Vic
found
that
nigga
and
we
ain't
smokin
no
more
regular
keep
ya
midgrade
I
don't
think
you
kno
no
betta
They
lovin
the
trunk
now
they
wanna
hear
mo
shit
I
play
it
modest
like
nigga
thats
some
of
our
old
shit
got
niggaz
I
ain't
neva
met
wantin
to
fight
me
got
hoes
thats
in
love
askin
why
you
don't
like
me
bitch
I'm
married
to
the
game
and
I
love
my
wifey
Steppin
ova
competition
man
I
love
these
Nikes
I'm
hot,
they
fannin
niggaz
tryna
copy
my
style
like
the
"Cannon"
Don't
try
to
compare
I'm
in
a
league
of
my
own
if
I
ain't
listed
at
the
top
nigga
the
stats
is
wrong
All
ya
data
is
off,
ya
info
ain't
valid
Artist
of
the
century
the
competition
ain't
balanced
TRU
like
Master
P
and
his
two
brothers
Don't
call
it
incest
but
"Juice"
the
motherfucker
like...
yea
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