Lil Wayne - Come On Lyrics
Verse 1:Where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time babyLoad up the guns guerilla war time babyLight up the blunts, light up the block time dawgChoppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawgWhoever he with, they better stay cause they to niceAnd whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it rightThen we run in his house and hit the body and haul them outThen we empty the clip and let the lord sort em outBust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that villeAnd now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm *****ing backJump out the hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking capDawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drumsHit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your mommaCause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chainGot a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brainTell em'Chorus:Come on, nigga come on, time to do it niggaNigga come on, nigga come on wodie!Come on, nigga come on, time to do it niggaNigga come on, nigga come on wodie!Verse 2: (b.g.)If drama come to me then it comeFor that i got two glocks and a k with a drumThat's what i ride with not what i got got ducked offThe mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd offI got the tillery when beef kickI got soldiers ready to march when that beef startI got niggaz be in that zone on that herionI got niggaz ready to kill when shit get realI got niggaz that play all out akirts of the fieldSo get caught up in that place and your brain get spilledOh it's a game but it's a game of life or deathYou lose and can't continue if you get dome checkedYou get blues it's all what duck gonna be nextCome in that water and get wetThink you can ***** with me, you thoughts will get upsetI don't shot to hit i shot to killBelieve me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for realCome on nigga!Chorus:Come on, nigga come on, time to do it niggaNigga come on, nigga come on wodie!Come on, nigga come on, time to do it niggaNigga come on, nigga come on wodie!Verse 3:Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one niggaMy nuts hung nigga, since i was young niggaI get dumb nigga, with the m-1 niggaI sip some nigga, and i flip some niggaA uptown stunter, what the hell you thinkReady for war, but i ain"t no captain of no got damn tank!And you can take that to vegillity boyI'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boyCause i be coming with the top downLetting them know how the chop sound100 rounds tore the whole entire block downAssault rifle with a drum and beam totter38 with a speed loader in my holsterMac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulderBut if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosureI'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chainGot a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brainTell em'Chorus x2You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! x2
