Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne

Lil Wayne (nacido como Dwayne Michael Carter el 27 de septiembre de 1982 en New Orleans, Louisiana) aka Weezy F. Baby o Birdman Jr., es un rapero afroamericano y presidente de los sellos Cash Money Records y Young Money Entertainment que recientemente se ha posicionado en el escalón más alta del rap sureño gracias a sus dos últimos discos. Él reclama ser "el mejor rapero en vida desde que el mejor se retiró" (en referencia a Jay-Z). Wayne firmó por Cash Money Records cuando iba a la escuela secundaria en "Eleanor McMain Magnet Secondary School". Tras ser visto con las cadenas de Cash Money, su madre evito que Dwayne fichase por el sello de Cash Money Records. Lil Wayne entonces se escapó de casa con el arma de su padrastro y cuando jugaba con la pistola, se pegó un tiro accidentalmente y tras ser encontrado le llevaron al hospital y allí dijo a las autoridades que el arma pertenecía a su padrastro. Éste fue detenido por posesión ilegal de armas. Tras ser puesto en libertad, fue disparado mortalmente. Wayne ahora tiene un gran tatuaje en el pecho con las palabras "Bang Bang" en conmemoración a su disparo, y otro que reza: "In Memory of Rabbit: It's up to me" en su brazo, en honor a su padre muerto.

Letra de Mr. Carter
[Lil' Wayne talking]

Yo!
Yo Joint Inf' did this
This right here is crazy
I-I feel Big! You-know what I'm...
Not-not "Big" in the sense of weight, you know like gaining weight or... nothing like that
But like COLOSSAL you know what I mean? Like *sigh*...

I heard you were looking for me

[Chorus 1: Lil' Wayne]

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hello!
(Tell me where you been?)
Hahaha, you know! Hahaha
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Yeah, Ha-ha, ha I know! Haha

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hey, Hello!
(Tell me where you been?)
Shiet, you know! Hahaha
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Hahaha!

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]

Yeah
To you
Forever, from me to you
I heard somebody said church, I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coup
I wont need a roof
Flyer than Beetle juice
Beetle juice
Be-the-juice
I got the floor, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof
So I got +shot+ and you can see the +Proof+
Blind eyes colored guide me to see the truth
+Wonder+ if +Stevie+ do?
But I'ma +Leave it to+
God, not +Beaver+
Neither
You
Cause I'ma murder, why I kill ol' and even you?
Man, I got Summer hating on me cause I'm hotter than the sun
Got Spring hating on me cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hating on me cause I'm colder than ya'll
And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall
I'm being hated on by the seasons
So f**k ya'll who hating for no reason!

[Chorus 2: Lil' Wayne]

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you been?)
Around the world and I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me?! In case you're wonder-ing!
Haa!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you been?)
Around the world and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me?! In case you're wonder-ing!
Haa!

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

Yeah
I been in and out the bank, bitch!
While all ya'll asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush, and watch it go down the drain quick
Two words you will never hear, "Wayne Quit?"
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call them +April+ Babies, cause they +Fools+
And when they snooze
WE UP
FEET UP
Like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic
I parallel park
In a red and yellow thang old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from Collipark
But I'm from Hollygrove!
Now all my Bloods scream "Sou-oup" and "Da da dooh!"
I know my role
And I play it well
And I wear it well
On my Libra Scale
I suck a pussy
F**k a pussy
Leave it there
*Screwed*
Long hair don't even care

[Chorus 3: Jay-Z]

Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you been?)
Around the world and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me?! In case you're wonder-ing!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you been?)
Around the world and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me?! In case you're wonder-ing!

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Ch-yeah!
I'm right, cheah
In my chair
With my crown, with my dear
Queen Bee, as I share
Mic time, with my heir
Young Carter
Go farther
Go further
Go harder
Is that not
Why we came? and if not
Then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielaga's
I'm far from be-ing the bas-tard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's and the Marley's and the Marcuses
Govi
Got me
A Molotov Cocktail
Flow
Even if you box well
Can't stop the blows
*Kaboom*
The Roc Boy in the room
The dope, boy just came off the spoon
Also
I'm so
Fly I'm on auto-
Pilot
While guys just
Stare at my wardrobe
I see Euro's
That's right, plural
I took so much change
From this rap game
It's your go!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Young!

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]

"It's my go"
Yeah
And I'ma go
So
Opposite of soft
Off
The Richter
Hector Camacho Man Randy Savage
Far from average
Above status-
Quo
Flow
So
Pro
I know
I rise slow
And when I pass
They say "what up, killer man?" Stop bringing up my past!
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie
And Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy
Baby!

[Chorus 4: Lil' Wayne]

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ay man
(Tell me where you been?)
Yo!
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Hahaha

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ay Man
(Tell me where you been?)
Hova!
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Weezy! Baaabay

[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]

*Audience*
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hahahah
(Tell me where you been?)
I been hustling...
(They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
Hustling hard. Cheah

(Hey Mr. Carter)

And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth

(Tell me where you been?)

It's gonna be on both feet
Never knees
In the dirt

(They been asking, they been searching they been wondering why)

The driver f**kable, when I squeeze it hurts
Fine
We lose two lives
Yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time
Don't let Mrs. Carter
Grieve
At the funeral parlor
Dripping tears down my sleeve

*Lowered voice*
Gimme any amount of time
Don't let Mrs. Carter grieve...

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