Su Woo
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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Pardon my gang affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field,
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?
Respect my aim because I aim to kill,
Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga,
Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga,
I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I smoke something bitch,
My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch,
I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder,
Tec 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers,
Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya,
2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya,

Hahaha, bandana on the right side,
East side until I die,

You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw,
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana,
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana,
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers,
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar,




Lemme hear you say Su Woop,
Su Woop, Su Woop,

Overall Meaning

In Lil' Wayne's "Su Woo" song, he begins by excusing his gang affiliation and explaining that the person he is addressing is encroaching on dangerous territory. Wayne reminds this person who he is by stating that he is "Weezy Baby," and signals that they should respect his aim because it's lethal. His lyrics may imply that he's willing and ready to act on any perceived slights. Wayne raps about his wealth, confidence, and readiness for any conflict. He references his smoking habits, wealth, and the speed of his money. Emphasizing the violence, he may use a Tec 9 Four 5 gun to make the point clear. Wayne lapses into one final taunt, where he talks about the potential for a jump - a physical attack - and a 2 Step, which is likely another way to taunt or intimidate his enemies. He finishes by identifying with the East Side and rallying his listeners to show it by shouting "Su Woop" and then repeating it several times.


Line by Line Meaning

Pardon my gang affil,
Forgive me for belonging to a gang


But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field,
You're in a dangerous situation


Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?
How do people feel about me?


Respect my aim because I aim to kill,
I'm a good shooter and I mean business


Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga,
Laughing at someone who's weak and not important


Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga,
Insulting someone for being privileged and not streetwise


I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I boast about my wealth because I'm wealthy


I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga,
Pay attention because I move fast


Ha, I smoke something bitch,
I'm smoking marijuana


My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch,
I'm making money quickly


I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder,
I have a gun handy in case someone tries me


Tec 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers,
I have a specific type of gun handy


Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya,
We might attack you


2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya,
We'll dance in your face and humiliate you


Hahaha, bandana on the right side,
Laughing about my gang affiliation


East side until I die,
Loyalty to the East side


You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
You better change your ways


And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw,
We're quick to use our guns


See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana,
I'm from New Orleans


And he's from Compton, baby, bandana,
My friend is from Compton and wears a bandana


We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers,
We'll kill you and bury you


Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar,
We use 'Su Woop' language


Lemme hear you say Su Woop,
Say 'Su Woop'


Su Woop, Su Woop,
'Su Woop'




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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, pardon my gang afill
But you steppin’ on a Rodney Dangerfield
Weezy Baby, how does the manger feel
Respect my aim because I aim to kill
Haha, old bitch ass nigga
Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga
I talk rich shit cause I’m a rich ass nigga
I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga
Hah, let’s smoke somethin’ bitch
My money come faster than a roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder
Tech 9, 45, just in case ya like numbers
Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya
Two step all in ya face, we might Unk ya haha
Bandanna on the right side, east side until I die
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
We wear them chains like its Mardi Gras
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he’s from Compton, raise ya bandanna
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Soo to the woo, yeah that’s our grammar
Lemme hear ya say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”

[Verse 2: Game]
Young Money!
And that’s perfect cause perfect is to me
What’s perfect as Halle, or a jab from Ali
So capitalize the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect bitch, how’s B?
I passed the baton on Solange, I’m sure like Al B
But a Boujy B would never give me the perfect P-I-R-U
Hello Brooklyn I can’t see
Cause if I did, I’d be S-N-Double O-P D-O-Double G
Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Caesar, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like four Visa’s
Niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak ‘em
Hang ‘em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red bandanna for no reason
Put Weezy on, now the N.O. bleedin’
Yeah
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
We wear them chains like its Mardi Gras
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he’s from Compton, raise ya bandanna
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
And soo to the woo, yeah that’s our grammar
Lemme hear ya say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”
Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”
Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”
Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”
Everybody say: “soo woo, soo woo, soo woo”
Haha

[Verse 3: Game]
Can’t stop the red bandanna
Even if you put me in a cage full of orangutans
I’ll show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters came
Dead wrong ain’t it man, I told niggas I ain’t a game
All black gold chain, looking like the Saints is playin’
He sold a milli, I’m vanilli
So it ain’t a thing to make it rain in hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper planes, riding through the N.O
Red Marc Jacob frames, we disappear like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers game
They playing the C’s with Paul Pierce throwing the B’s
That make the ref affiliated, every time he hit a three
Ken Griffey lost all his fans taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I’m one blood, he the Carter with the dread locks
My whole team run base, we the fucking Red Sox
[Hook]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Black Wall Street, and Young Mula Babbyy
Game I got you!



All comments from YouTube:

@chantezjackson6899

This shit went too hard 😭😭😭😭😭 keep remembering it every 2/3 years

@sid1417

I wish Wayne had a longer verse. That was some Carter 2 shit

@LuisLopez-op4mq

2024 who’s still listening 🤙🏽🔥

@kwezi-andersonqika360

This is such a banger in 2020 still 🤩💯🔥

@CrazyMatt413

🔥🔥🔥

@101skullkid

2021 🤌🏽🔥

@CriscOnSmootH

2022 💪🔥

@Swingden755

2023🐐

@Dawhoop

Who’s still listening in 2024

@nsEra

man i really miss this era 😢

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