DontGetIt — Lil Wayne: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

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[Verse 1]

Baby, you understand me now

If sometimes you see that I'm mad

Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

When everything goes wrong you see some bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 2]

What's understood ain't gotta be explained

But you don't understand me, so let me explain

Stood in the heat, the flame

The snow, please slow down hurricane

The wind blow, my dreads swang

He had hair like wool, like Wayne

Dropping ashes in the Bible

I shake 'em out, and they fall on the rifle

Scary, Hail Mary, no tale-fairy

All real, very extraordinary

Perry Mason, facing the barrel if he tattle

My God is my judge, no gown, no gavel

A hound, a rebel, down to battle

Now or never, or whenever, and the F for...

"Fucking fantastic", fuck if you agree

I'm bright, but I don't give a fuck if you see me

[Verse 3]

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 4]

Uhh, what's understood ain't gotta be explained

So for those who understand, meet Dwayne

For eight and a half months I gave Miss Cita pain

Now it's Young Money, baby, keep the change

My momma say, "Fuck em!", and we the same

So hello motherfucker, you got some sheets to change

And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday

You know church fit, then outfit

Bright pink and green chest look house-lit

Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this

What you 'bout, bitch?

Excuse my French emotion and my passion

But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion

What are you askin'? If I don't have the answer

It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula

But I know you don't understand

'Cause you thought Little Wayne was Weezy

But Weezy is Wayne

[Verse 5]

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 6]

I'm watchin' TV the other day, right?

Got this white guy on there talking 'bout black guys

Talking about how young black guys are targeted

Targeted by who? America

You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up

One in every nine Black Americans are locked up

And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that

The money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail

A young motherfucker to jail

Would be less to send his or her young ass to college

See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that

Our jails are populated with drug dealers

You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that

Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine

The police are...only

I don't want to say only right, but shit

Only logic by riding around in the hood all day

And not in the suburbs

Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood

And um, you know the other thing is mostly found

You know where I'm going

But why bring a motherfucka to jail if it's not gonna stand up, in court

Because this drug ain't that drug

You know, level three, level four drug, shit like that

I guess it's all a misunderstanding

And um, I sit back and think, well shit, us young motherfuckers

You know, that one in every nine

We probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we in the hood

And it's not like the suburbs

We don't have the things that you have

Why? I really don't want to know the answer

But uh, I guess we just misunderstood huh?

You know we don't have room in the jail now for the real motherfuckers

The real criminals, you know

Sex offenders, rapists

Serial killers, shit like that

Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared

I know you saw one them sex offender papers

Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mm-hmm

Yeah, that **** live right down the street from you

Sex offender, on the level 3 drug

Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out

And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got

Yeah, well you know what?

Don't stop the track (That's the good weed)

You know what, I have a fucking daughter

You understand me?

And, why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail

Just because the reason why he live next door to me

Ain't the reason why I live next door to him

Meanin', he didn't rap his way to my fuckin' neighborhood

He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood

You move him out, bring him to jail for life

And then you move in a sex offender

They giving me a paper

Is that a misunderstanding, 'cause I don't understand it

Another thing, let me take my glasses off

'Cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this

Uhh, Mr. Al Sharpton, here's why I don't respect you

And nobody like you, hmm hmm, see

You're the type that gets off on gettin' on other people

That's not good, no homo

And rather unhuman I should say

I mean, given the fact that humanity, well, good humanity, rather

To me, is helpin' one another, no matter your color or race

But this guy, and people like him

They'd rather speculate before they informate

If that's a word

You know, 'spect before check, anyway

Mean that, I much rather you talk to me first

And see if you can learn an opinion before you make one

Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton

Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man

Gotta pluck the ashes, mm-hmm, hold on, um

Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you, you don't know me

So, if you're not gonna try to, then what you say

Or think about me, or whatever I do

Is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost

To me, and, it doesn't make you a good person to criticize before you improvise

Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither

But the characteristics fall heavily into bad sway

But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well

But I try my hardest to stay good

And some of the things I do and say may be bad

Or just, not too good

But I do try

So with that said, I don't fault you

I mean, you're only human

Good or bad, but I also don't respect you

And I don't care if that's good or bad

You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson

You a nobody, to me

You're just another Don King with a perm

Just a little more political

And that just means you're a little unhuman than us humans

And now, let me be human by saying fuck Al Sharpton

And anyone like him

Fuck if you understand me

I love being misunderstood

Why? 'Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood

Bring the hook in

[Verse 7]

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Written by: Benne Benjamin, D. Carter, Gloria Caldwell, Mousa, R. Young, Sol Marcus

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