Текст песни 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