Lil Wayne: Wayne ho story skit

(feat. Baby)[Lil Wayne]Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feetMy lifetime cases the street, my dime places the streetUntil I wake and see another fuckin day is reliefI pray that he keep, I'm scrappin my knees from chasing this cheeseI had point guard dreams of playin for some teamHit the block and made NBA money in one weekSee I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdiesAnd play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirtyneeded someone to manage my money I hired ShellyBut Shelly started talkin to much so she died earlyThey got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurryI sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirtyNow if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I'm sorryBut i'ma leave everyone who outside bloodyAnd then I go in the stash get the coke and the cashI'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hopein it lastBut still nigga don't, I might have to just go in the lapAnd if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask[Chorus: Lil Wayne]Man we got that white girl,and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for youAnd if you like that alllright then we got what you neeedAnd if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's..Dog who got um? We got that white girland wigga talk about uh price to make it right for youAnd if you like that alllright then we got what you neeedAnd if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..Man who got um? We got that white girland wigga talk about uh price to make it right for youAnd if you like that alllright then we got what you neeedAnd if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's..Playa who got um?[Juvenile]I hate when a nigga flex up and he's makin it soundAs though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drownMy block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggasScared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggazI'm talkin to you! so take it how you want hoI've been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont moveYa partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you isNiggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shitMatter fact get the fuck out my face, befo' I put you in ya placeI'm one secound from bustin the drapesWell you can get ya money and all but not ch'ereLil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like yaI dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show yaYou one of them niggaz try earning your stripeLil daddy I'm one of them niggaz that'll hit ya at night[Chorus][Baby]That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it,Cook flip the brick with some heavy trafficGuns gon bust if these niggas be lackinCadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and basketsOverflow this bitch white work gone fasterTradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughinIn the bentley drop top and Pac is blastinHit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashinBunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasmentBought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectinHe standin on my two feet he purrin "I aint blastin"Coming up from child hood days about my cashingHundred g's on the trunk of the Escalade CadiI never did listen , I never mind my daddyMy brother gave him a game cookin in an ally4 bricks two guns I'm runnin to my parents[Chorus x2]