Lil Wayne
FEEL ME
FEEL ME
- Interviewer -
So, "Little Wayne", what's your motivation?
- Lil Wayne -
Is that really a question?
Do you really have that written down in your notepad?
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me, girl, I smell like money
See, that's what they don't understand
(Tell 'em a goddamn thang)
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean, I'm stunner junior
That's all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying
And I feel that way, for real
So hard I go, I keep pushing
The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars
every time I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block
I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch
So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing "hachoo!"
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yea no cure, no help
So me so good, so hard, so felt
Feel me
And that's just my point right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress
Know what I'm saying?
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me
then you ain't real in my eyes
and that's all that count to me, you know
- Interviewer -
So
is your music considered the voice of Urban America
or America period?
- Lil Wayne -
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood
'cause that's who I speak for
and myself, you know what I mean?
My family that's who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you know
Come on, bang this shit, nigga pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas
What they wanna do? I'm ready
Tevin Campbell , no homo, black rambo
Fucking with the boy baby that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the Crap Table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound
Where the paper? Where the paper?
Gotta get it, gotta have it
Once I got it I'mma spend it
Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is arayis
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
Feel me
And see that's where everybody get me wrong at
you know what I mean?
I got that heat rock, for real
- Interviewer -
Why do you think
other rappers lack the impact of your music?
- Lil Wayne -
That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me
you know what I mean?
They ain't spitting like me
They spitting
but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for real
I need relief, y'all help me
I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all
for real
And based on the bank
I'm doing much better than a lot of these niggas
I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them
make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing
They catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, ooh, that gonna probably burn ya
That gonna probably learn ya
to never ever ever
ever ever ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here
you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the god, I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah
Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em bout my last show
Tell 'em bout my last hoe
You know, just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
That's right I'm coming baby, yeah, hard as crack
Feel Me
And thats just what it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit
then fuck you and your shit man, straight up
That's how I was taught, that's how I was brought up
and that's how I'mma go down
Cash-Money
Young-Money in your motherfucking throat, bitch!
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over
go to the next song
bitch