Lil’ Wayne – New Orleans Maniac Lyrics

(feat. Gudda Gudda)

This is the archetypal rock sound……

[Lil Wayne]

OK this really aint no rock shit but uhm, ahem, ah LETS GO!!!!



Hi, my name is best rapper alive

And your mouth is the best crapper alive

Cuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off

Like fuck dat, then I just spit like barking dogs

Call it bust back, attitude like fuck em all

And I’m greasy, and yo boyfriend is a butterball

What’s geezy, I mean what’s good, bitch is you blind

Check my watch bet it be money all the time

Sunny on the side where I stay at

Where MIA at?

I get pussy every time I say dat

In the game room, I don’t play dat

Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at

AK at ya front door

Young Zo

You can ask Brisco

Shoot till my wrist soh

Coupe wit a bitch low

Who put the slickpo

I’m tired of the south so in ya mouth is where my dick go


They like when I say yeah huh

And ya boyfriend’s a tampon

And I dont own land baby, I own a landmine

So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan

Weezy F and the F is for franchise

You lookin at me is like you lookin thru Ant eyes

Young Money cant die

Bitch we like hancock

Yea I’ma martian what you sayin Spock

I turn ya beef to a hamhock

Then I put it in a pan pot

Shoot till me hand hot

I cant hear you sayin stop

I hear Nina sayin pop

I hear choppers sayin chop

I hear niggas screamin and shit like I say holla at ya boy bitch

But holla at ya boy bitch

I’m da boy bitch not ya boy bitch cuz ya boy a bitch

(Young Muala Crazy!!!!)

[Gudda Gudda]

East side loco, ya sweet like cocoa

And you can get ya ass beat fast like gogo

Mask on my face lo pro thats a no show

Shoot a rapper when his album drop give em promo

Ya clown like Bozo, they askin bout the group shit

Its time to get the loop, bitch I had to go solo

Ya bitch all on me, ya betta watch ya hoe doe

She wanna come kick it like a dojo, uh oh

Slick nigga fuck em then I drop em like a low low

Bitch want money like Mills no no no

Nigga if you hatin suck a dick no homo

Boy I keep it Gudda like Bo-Bos

Yeah I’m doin what I do so nigga just do you

And my gun nicknamed Minaj she do too

Nigga welcome to the Young Money age zoo crew

We starvin so you can get ate like Zoo-Zoos

Nigga boohoo cry motherfucker I’m heartless

I break bones and cartlage

You are just a mark motherfucker I’m a marksmen

And I’m all about the green like Boston

Pardon me nigga I’m talkin reckless

You walk into a gun fight, knife no vest

Bitch ya crazy

Just like the ice you wearin ya fugaze

Put em in the dirt make em push a few daisys

Eighties baby soon to be rich nigga

King Kong beatin on my chest on you bitch niggas

Paper I’m after so I’m on ya ass now

Young Money motherfuckin cash cow, GUDDA