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Gudda Gudda Lyrics


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See you niggas killin' me man
What you think I don't hear you talkin'?
Like, "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'?
Didn't Wayne diss Dram'?
Didn't Dram' diss Wayne?" (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
See ya'll niggas just wait 'til I turn around then talk about me
Fool-ass niggas
But I'll do this for ya'll (Gangsta)
Y'all ain't learned that?

Weezy F. Bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin'
I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol takin'
Mothafuckers I'm the man, just ask your old lady
Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady
I'm a massacre waitin' to happen, fuck all this rappin', boy
I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin
Man, he gon' need a napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave
I am rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage
Picture on my page, printed in the best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
I done got the game on lock, and I locked ya out
My jewellery singin' like a opera house
I brought that drop top Phantom of the Opera out
Yeah, get silly, not stupid man
Never save a ho, she better ask Soulja Boy to Superman
You can bet when I sleep, I'm Poloed down, head to feet
Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C
Tall cup of DJ Screw, sippin' on a pint of big moe
Sharper than a tack, ho, you can keep the tic toe
Yeah, red scarf on my neck
Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck
Ugh, to my B's, nigga Soo Woo
'Cause I be with more B's than Ju Ju
Big Boss I'm a big dog
And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off
Haha, nigga I don't ever scratch
And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch
Paper soldiers on some sketch that shit
I'ma draw that pistol make your chest a tablet
You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot
Young Money mothafucker, but the money so not

It's Young Money, nigga
Let's get it, let's get it, chyeah
(The Apphilates, nigga, holla at ya boy)

Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike
The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite
You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n'Ikes
Bob Barker with the Phantom white, 'cause my price is right
Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight
Let my niggas cut them up, they gon' get a slice tonight
Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right
Blind everybody in this motherfuckin' spot tonight
Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of kryptonite
Got the wolves with me here, I'm howling in this bitch tonight
Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell
Nigga, you can get yo' shit cracked like a crabshell
You want war with' the boys, so be it
We in all red like the fuckin Soviet




Army, Russia bitch-nigga if he talking crazy
Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy

Overall Meaning

In the first verse, Gudda Gudda addresses the criticism and rumors surrounding his collaboration with Lil Wayne and DJ Drama. He acknowledges that people have been talking behind his back, questioning his loyalty to both artists. He implies that he is aware of what people are saying, even when they think he can't hear them. He expresses frustration towards those who talk negatively about him when he isn't around, calling them fools. Despite the haters, Gudda Gudda remains dedicated to his craft and promises to continue doing what he does for them.


Moving on to the second verse, Gudda Gudda asserts his status and importance in the rap game. He references the pain his haters might feel in their heads, suggesting that their envy is causing them discomfort. He confidently claims to be the man and challenges anyone to ask their significant others for confirmation. Gudda Gudda proudly presents himself as a gentleman pursuing other men's ladies, implying that he is irresistible and sought after. He declares himself a potential danger waiting to happen, dismissing the significance of his rap skills and instead threatening to physically harm his adversaries. Gudda Gudda is confident in his abilities and warns others to be cautious when dealing with him.


In the third verse, Gudda Gudda boasts about his lavish lifestyle and accomplishments. He describes his expensive jewelry, comparing it to an opera house with his accessories singing like an opera. He credits Pimp C, a deceased rapper, for his love of luxury and style. Gudda Gudda's presence exudes confidence and superiority, as he emphasizes his stature and control over the rap game. He references Mama Said Knock You Out, a song by LL Cool J, indicating his ability to win battles and assert his dominance. Gudda Gudda's confidence is unwavering, and he exudes a sense of invincibility.


In the final verse, Gudda Gudda continues to flaunt his wealth and power. He mentions his affiliation with the Bloods, a notorious gang, by proclaiming "Soo Woo." He claims to associate with more "B's" (Bloods) than fellow rapper Ju Ju, further solidifying his affiliation. Gudda Gudda presents himself as a big boss, aggravated and ready to take charge. He dismisses any notion of vulnerability, implying that he doesn't need to scratch or show weakness. He portrays himself as a dominant figure, capable of taking control in any situation. Gudda Gudda's lyrics convey a sense of bravado and superiority, asserting his place in the rap game.


Line by Line Meaning

See you niggas killin' me man
It's frustrating to see how you guys constantly criticize and undermine me.


What you think I don't hear you talkin'?
Don't underestimate my ability to hear all the things you say about me.


Like, "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'? Didn't Wayne diss Dram'? Didn't Dram' diss Wayne?"
I can hear you gossiping about Wayne and Dram' collaborating, even though they had conflicts in the past.


See ya'll niggas just wait 'til I turn around then talk about me
You guys wait for me to leave before you start discussing me and making derogatory comments.


But I'll do this for ya'll (Gangsta) Y'all ain't learned that?
Despite your behavior, I'll continue to work and create music for all of you. Haven't you realized that yet?


Weezy F. Bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin'
I'm fed up with all the hatred and negativity directed towards me. It's exhausting.


I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol takin'
I'm fully aware that my success and talent make you jealous, resulting in your constant headache and reliance on painkillers.


Mothafuckers I'm the man, just ask your old lady
I am the dominant, respected figure that your significant other can vouch for.


Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady
I pursue your partner in a courteous and charming manner, aiming to win her over.


I'm a massacre waitin' to happen, fuck all this rappin', boy
I am a destructive force ready to unleash chaos. Forget about the art of rapping, boy.


I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin
When I start firing shots, I'll leave you with so many wounds that you'll be as hole-ridden as a used napkin.


Man, he gon' need a napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave
The damage I'll inflict will require more than just a napkin or band-aid, but rather a burial.


I am rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage
I embody the unstoppable fury of rampage Jackson, ready to unleash my wrath. Don't dare step into my territory.


Picture on my page, printed in the best book
My image and reputation are immortalized in the most esteemed records and publications.


Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
I swiftly and unexpectedly strike with a left hook, just like pulling it out from my pocket.


Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
As my mother taught me to strike and incapacitate, my wealth has enabled me to block out irrelevant individuals.


I done got the game on lock, and I locked ya out
I have complete control and dominance over the rap game, while simultaneously excluding you from it.


My jewellery singin' like a opera house
My extravagant jewelry shines and sparkles as if they were performing in an opera house.


I brought that drop top Phantom of the Opera out
I have acquired and displayed a convertible luxury car, reminiscent of the Phantom of the Opera.


Yeah, get silly, not stupid man
Have fun, engage in lighthearted activities, but don't be foolish or make unintelligent choices.


Never save a ho, she better ask Soulja Boy to Superman
I would never rescue or protect a promiscuous woman. She should seek assistance from Soulja Boy and his ability to save her like Superman.


You can bet when I sleep, I'm Poloed down, head to feet
Even when I rest, I am dressed entirely in Polo clothing, from head to feet.


Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C
My bed sheets feature prints of Polo horses, an aesthetic influence I gained from Pimp C.


Tall cup of DJ Screw, sippin' on a pint of big moe
I leisurely enjoy a large cup filled with DJ Screw's signature mix, while also savoring a pint-sized beverage of big moe.


Sharper than a tack, ho, you can keep the tic toe
I am intellectually and verbally sharp, surpassing your abilities. Keep the childish game of tic-tac-toe for yourself.


Yeah, red scarf on my neck
I wear a red scarf around my neck as a fashion accessory.


Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck
The red diamonds adorning my neck appear as if they were red vomit, enhancing their uniqueness and extravagance.


Ugh, to my B's, nigga Soo Woo
I express my loyalty and affiliation to my associates, emphasizing my connection to the gang culture.


'Cause I be with more B's than Ju Ju
I frequently accompany a greater number of people associated with the letter B than Ju Ju.


Big Boss I'm a big dog
I am the prominent figure, the chief executive, and a powerful, influential individual.


And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off
When I express my anger or annoyance, it is not comparable to fleas. It signifies genuine frustration and irritation.


Haha, nigga I don't ever scratch
I never display signs of weakness or vulnerability. I don't scratch or submit to my adversaries.


And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch
If a woman demonstrates sexual interest, I, as the dominant figure, will promptly respond and gratify her desires.


Paper soldiers on some sketch that shit
Some individuals who pretend to be tough and influential are merely weak, fragile, and easily manipulated.


I'ma draw that pistol make your chest a tablet
I will pull out and use my firearm, transforming your chest into a surface susceptible to multiple gunshot wounds.


You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot
You possess a small, insignificant amount of power or skill, while I am overwhelmingly superior and dominant.


Young Money mothafucker, but the money so not
Although I am associated with Young Money, the fact is our financial success is not on the same level of greatness.


It's Young Money, nigga
This is Young Money, a phrase to assert the affiliation and unity with the Young Money collective.


Let's get it, let's get it, chyeah
Let's proceed with action, let's get things started. An expression of enthusiasm and readiness.


(The Apphilates, nigga, holla at ya boy)
Referring to The Apphilates, urging individuals to reach out and make contact.


Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike
I possess an unstoppable, formidable presence, similar to the legendary boxing champion, Iron Mike Tyson.


The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite
My rap style is explosive and powerful, comparable to C4 explosives. I release lyrical bombs like dynamite.


You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n'Ikes
You individuals possess a sugary and artificial sweetness, resembling the candy brand Mike'n'Ikes.


Bob Barker with the Phantom white, 'cause my price is right
Drawing a parallel to Bob Barker, known for hosting the game show 'The Price is Right.' I am similarly associated with a white Phantom car because my value and pricing are correct.


Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight
Upon visiting a club, I will depart with two females who identify as lesbians.


Let my niggas cut them up, they gon' get a slice tonight
I will allow my associates to engage in sexual activities with the aforementioned females, granting them a slice of pleasure tonight.


Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right
Take notice of my impressive collection of wrist jewelry, which clearly indicates that the diamonds are of the highest quality.


Blind everybody in this motherfuckin' spot tonight
The sheer brilliance and radiance of my jewelry will dazzle and blind everyone present in this location tonight.


Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of kryptonite
Similar to Superman, I inhale the smoke of a Swisher cigar filled with kryptonite, a substance known to weaken Superman's powers.


Got the wolves with me here, I'm howling in this bitch tonight
I am accompanied by my fierce associates, who resemble wolves, and together we will make our presence felt within this location tonight.


Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell
Despite individuals claiming to possess toughness and resilience, I fail to perceive or acknowledge such qualities in them.


Nigga, you can get yo' shit cracked like a crabshell
I'm able to inflict severe physical harm upon you, analogous to the cracking of a crabshell.


You want war with' the boys, so be it
If you desire conflict and confrontation with my associates, then so be it. I will oblige.


We in all red like the fuckin Soviet
Our attire and presence convey a united front, with all of us dressed in red, reminiscent of the Soviet Union.


Army, Russia bitch-nigga if he talking crazy
We collectively resemble a powerful army from Russia. If any individual speaks or behaves irrationally, we will confront them.


Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy
We will assault the person's left leg, resulting in their unstable and abnormal walking afterwards.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter

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