Listen to Ya Dig by Lil Wayne

Ya Dig

Lil Wayne

Hip-Hop/Rap

9,700 Shazams

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Composer
D. Carter
D. Carter
Composer
N. Warwar
N. Warwar
Composer
C. H. Reid
C. H. Reid
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Producer
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Can we talk about it now? I mean the little trouble that you've been havin' lately You know I real-I really can't stand the way, you know That we're actin' toward each other It's just not right, you know? (Oh, mmm) Uh-um, yeah, they love me when the mic on But then they show my dark side when the lights on But f- 'em in the a- with a pipe, homes F- off and let me get my life on You Cracker Jacks, get your white on I will send n- to your house while your wife home I'm black and proud, right on And since the lights on, let me get my bright on Don't worry 'bout what I'm on I own everything around me, now get the f- from 'round me I should pull out my d- and watch you climb on Get the f- up out my hair unless you're my comb That mean mind yours because I'm grown And I'ma die alone with my Styrofoam I hope you gettin' what I'm sayin' now And please don't get mad Um, like get the f- out of my business 'Cause I've been handlin' the f- outta my business Grindin' got perfect attendance Flyer than first-class and detention Uh, been a winner since a beginner And my records show, now leave it in the Guinness What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just gettin' started Put you on the sideline like Vince Lombardi Weezy, newborn baby, and it's my party And I'm kickin' like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrari Like new cocaine, bright yellow dope Bright red flag like a red velvet rope I'm open for criticism But really, is it any room for criticism? When this s- does, it in 'em deeper than your pool, so I swim in toilets B-, I be and I been ballin', yeah I hope you gettin' what I'm sayin' now (uh) And please don't get mad And now I'm back like spinal, attack like rhino Got the thunder like Lionel And leave your head spinnin' like vinyl I know, psycho but tight though, right h- But you could drown in my flow 'cause my flow is a tidal Wave, you gon' need Geico or gecko I go get from the get-go, go let, let go, let's go, go where Anywhere but nowhere, cold air than a pol-air bears Toenail, no frail, don't break, too real Boy I get it poppin' like New Year's Scream, "Hallelujah" I am the one call me "new year" My car windows dark and my diamond chains too clear Like a light blink, b-, I wear an ice rink Syrup pink, that ice pink Pour it up for Pimp C Pour it up for Screw and Moe Pour it up for Bun B Pour it up for young me, n- (mmm) You know, I mean, it's just, you know I just think Maybe love to you is buyin' me cars Givin' me money, buyin' me fancy clothes
Writer(s): John Lowery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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