Lil’ Wayne – Outstanding Lyrics

Mr. D. Carter

From out tha deep water

Thank the lord for my voice,

The beat, and the recorder

Now pick an alphabet

And your a z and

While I’m up tryin to be tha best mc and

Now let me in

I got my key in

And with them alphabets,

I never used p-e-n

But I gotta lotta paper

But a lot aint enough

So I got an occupatioin

Gotta bring the baking

Straight to the kitchen table

Homie if ya girl pregnant

You should kiss her naval

Cuz you probably wont live

To see the mothaf**kin cradle

Ya past left a scar

And ya future’s lookin fatal

Ya can’t be sorry

Ya gotta be a savior

Gotta be the bread winner

So go rob the bread maker

When they put ya homey to sleep

It’s gotta be a wake up

Ya move in tha hood

Then ya gotta meet the neighbors

Bitch get off me

Bitch get off me

I’m the little ass nigga

Known as big homey

The killas is ballin

The niggas is targets

The snitches is talkin

But this is New Orleans

I love what I got

I’m just livin the moment

I aint dyin just yet

I take a shit in the coffin

I already know how to piss in tha toilet

I’m tryin to get tha pot

To piss in in the mornin’

I never fall back

I’d rather go forward

And when I come through

Ya betta duck like howard

Because I got power

Just like a forward

I come through the lane

And straight dunk like Staudi-

Mire, Amare reminds me of I-uh

He’s a Pheonix sun and I am fire

Dis-re-spect and I spit fire

Til ya neck end up like

Hey

Now would ya light that blunt

Promethazine please

Now bitch look at me

Like a set of t.v.’s

I’m just tryin to live out my destiny,

Please, let me do me

I got the recipe, feed

I’m all about my bread

Like a seseme seed

Big dog talkin, check my pedigree flees (HaHa)

And I ball like every team

And I got every girl havin sex with me dream

My heart is in the dirty

But the rest of me clean

I jump for Hollygrove

Like a trampoline fiend

And I rock ya bells

Like a tambourine bean

Jewelry shinin’ like flush

Maybaline bling

Red Giants jersey if ya know wut I mean

Gimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeen

One circle, three fingers is tha theme

And young money motha f**ka is tha team