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Artist: Robin Thicke Album: The Evolution of Robin Thicke Originally released: 03-OCT-2006 |
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Weezy baby, y'all, don't get shot
Rapid fire, what you know about it?
I brought my homey along for the ride
He strapped
He came here to come out the barrel
[Robin Thicke]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter
(Let's go)
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it)
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it)
[Lil Wayne]
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die, bitch nigga, die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow
[Robin Thicke]
With all these bitches and all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that
Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter
Yeah, hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
I think they want me to surrender)
Shooter
[Lil Wayne]
And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous; you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern, face it
If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics
[Robin Thicke]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it
I'm your, shooter!"
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[Lil Wayne]
(Me won't surrender, me no pretender)
Suit soakin' wet, I been runnin', y'all
I reload every hundred yards; I'm comin' for it
Better know me: Lil Wayne, just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far
I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose or draw
Yeah, and then they ask: who, when, where, how
And, my reply was simply pow!
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm your shooter)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Weezy baby, y'all, don't get shot
Rapid fire, what you know about it?
I brought my homey along for the ride
He strapped
He came here to come out the barrel
[Robin Thicke]
I heard some shouts like "Down on the floor"
Then even louder we got shooters, shooter
I turn around, I was starin' at chrome
Shotgun watches door, got security good
Jumped right over counter
Pointed gun at, wink, he tell her
I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter
(Let's go)
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it)
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(I think they want me to surrender
But no, I can't do it)
[Lil Wayne]
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die, bitch nigga, die I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow
[Robin Thicke]
With all these bitches and all these riches
But ain't no loaners around
They thinkin' about shooters that, shooters that
Guns, girls, ladies that, gunners that
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter
Yeah, hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(But I'm not
I just cry mama, I think they, hey
I think they want me to surrender)
Shooter
[Lil Wayne]
And to the radio stations, I'm tired of being patient
Stop bein' rapper racists, region haters
Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers
It's outrageous; you don't know how sick you make us
I want to throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is Southern, face it
If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics
[Robin Thicke]
Lady walks into a shotgun surprise
Dropped to her knees saw her life before her eyes
He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it
I'm your, shooter!"
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
[Lil Wayne]
(Me won't surrender, me no pretender)
Suit soakin' wet, I been runnin', y'all
I reload every hundred yards; I'm comin' for it
Better know me: Lil Wayne, just call me lord
Hard, take pain like Tylenols, raw
Way past par, far
I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose or draw
Yeah, and then they ask: who, when, where, how
And, my reply was simply pow!
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up
Oh, shooter
(No, me won't surrender, no, no
I promise no surrender
I got my burner
And I'm your shooter)
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Written by: DANIELS, ROBERT LOUIS/THICKE, ROBIN A/CARTER, DWAYNE
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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