Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September … Read Full Bio ↴Did you mean: Lil' Wayne
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982 in New Orleans, Louisiana), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. Formerly a member of the rap group the Hot Boys, he joined the Cash Money Records collective as a teenager. Get It How U Live, released in 1997, was Lil Wayne's first album with Hot Boys, and Tha Block is Hot, his solo debut, came out in 1999.
After gaining fame with two other albums in the early 2000s, Lil Wayne reached higher popularity with 2004's Tha Carter and its two subsequent albums Tha Carter II (2005) and Tha Carter III (2008). He earned various accolades following Tha Carter III, including being nominated for eight Grammy Awards. He released a rock album titled Rebirth in 2010.
Intro
Lil Wayne Lyrics
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And them niggas pussies, camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light
Bitch it's Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm going in, like my water broke
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don't need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I'm Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
I body slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I'm from Eagle Street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don't give a fuck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked
This the best worst feeling
And nigga if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G shit
I've been in that water but I've never been sea sick
Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off
Life's a crazy bitch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
C4, Mr. Carter's home!
In Lil Wayne's song Intro, he starts off dismissing negative people, particularly women and men who act like women, and having money and smoking weed instead. He then boasts about his success and style, declaring that his influence and skill is the best in the industry, slamming his enemies with a Scorpio metaphor. He asserts his dominance through his hustle, likening it to his cardio workout and being unstoppable like a woman going into labour. Wayne alludes to suicide but relates it to his car's doors, playing on the association of luxury and death. He highlights his invincibility and strength, as he gazes into the eyes of perpetuity while remaining unaware of any corruption or sin, much like Helen Keller.
Wayne's delivery provokes the audience to consider his lyrics more closely. He adds an unconventional twist to his rapping, making it entertaining and intriguing for the audience to perceive. His style, similar to his use of a Scorpio metaphor, commands attention and respect. The song is believed to be one of his best, most straightforward works, presenting a direct and unabashed message to his audience that he's the best rapper alive.
Line by Line Meaning
Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes
I have no time for women who sleep around and are unfaithful
And them niggas pussies, camel toes
I don't have any respect for men who behave like women and are indecisive
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
I have some cash with me and the quality of marijuana is good
My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light
I never stop grinding and progressing, you can't slow me down
Bitch it's Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
This is Carter 4, and I'm going to kill it with this album
Now it's fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
I don't care about anyone, just like a Scorpio who is known to be distant and cold
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
I'm still in control and staying fit in the game
Boy I'm going in, like my water broke
I'm putting in work and effort like a woman right before child birth
Suicide note, suicide doors
I'm willing to take risks and possibly face potential danger
I put in overtime, like a tied score
I'm working extremely hard as if our team's score was tied and we need to win
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
My car has tinted windows, so don't try to invade my privacy
And the weed loud, like a lion's roar
The marijuana is powerful and loud just like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Look deeply into my eyes and you will see eternity and wisdom
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
I don't want to hear or see any negativity, like Helen Keller who was deaf and blind
No music on, rock it acapella
I don't need any beats to rap, I can do it acapella
And I don't need a watch, the time is now or never
I don't care about time, because it's either now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
Tell my friends I love them, and I'm willing to die for what I believe in
A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit
I'm making real money while others are trying to fake it
Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am
I'm a real man and proud of who I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I'm Uncle Sam
Young Money is a strong, powerful team and I'm like Uncle Sam, leading the way
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
Women refer to me as Tunechi, but my mother calls me Tune
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
I've left all the negativity behind, and focused on positive things
Straight to the money, no short cuts
I'm making my money the right way, and not taking any shortcuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
Watch me go crazy, like a student on the short bus for students with disabilities
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
We'll attack you no matter where you are or what you're doing
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
I'm so high from the marijuana that I become disoriented and lose my sense of reality
Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes
Millz is with me, and he's not interested in women like that
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
The bling I'm wearing is bright and flashy, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
I keep some marijuana with me, like Rudy from The Cosby Show
I body slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes
I dominate the beat and make it my own, just like Dusty Rhodes did in wrestling
I'm from Eagle Street, I go Hercules
I come from a humble beginning on Eagle Street, but I've grown to become strong like Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
I dominate the beat and kill it with my flow
YMCMB, we don't give a fuck
Young Money Cash Money Billionaires, we don't care about anyone else
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked
You're fake like breast implants, and you'll be treated like them too
This the best worst feeling
This is the best and worst feeling at the same time
And nigga if I die I die a death worth living
If I die, I want to die knowing that I lived a life worth living
This that text book G shit
This is true gangster shit, like it's straight out of a textbook
I've been in that water but I've never been sea sick
I've gone through tough times, but I've never let it get to me
Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off
If you mess with me, I'll knock you down hard
Life's a crazy bitch, Grace Jones
Life is unpredictable and wild, like the artist Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
I have a brilliant mind, but emotionally I'm unattached and cold
C4, Mr. Carter's home!
This is the Carter 4, and I'm back in charge
Lyrics © DistroKid, TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, William Hodge
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