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Small Thing To A Giant by Lil Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda New Release Download + Lyrics

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Posted 31 Mar 2010 — by Vee
Category Lyrics, Wednesday TOT

Today is: Wednesday

Today’s Rating: 8.5

Time Right Now: 5:31PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Small Thing To A Giant by Gudda Gudda ft Lil Wayne

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

That’s right, it got leaked from the Back 2 Guddaville mixtape! Thanks DJ Ill Will!

Click here to download!

Small Thing To A Giant by Lil Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda lyrics:

[Gudda Gudda:]

I’m bout that drama, you fuckin with a canon nigga

got a gangsta grill, yellow diamonds when i ramble nigga

so dont cross me, got ammo like rambo nigga

lifes a gamble, you crapped out you bad gamblin nigga

niggas movin fast, gotta pump the brakes on em

they better pump them fast before i beat the brakes off em

my goons real hungry lookin for a big break

yous a real phony lookin like a big steak

so get ya shit straight before i grab the big 8

hit ya in ya left eye now you cant see shit straight

ray charles, niggas blind to the fact

while you was in ya class i was grindin gettin scratched

the knife grind you when you scratch

now you cryin like a bitch

your bird got wings imma fly you with the pack

these lil niggas got the nerve these niggas under me

i put you under my wing, nigga yous a son to me

[Hook:]

Small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

[Lil Wayne:]

guess what, streets off paper

and me im prayin for probation

like my ancestors used to pray for segregation

im a predator, when i pray i dont mean meditation

i mean vegetation, fuck the feds n fuck the federation

and every agent, man i want an asian

sexy like a geisha, get up in her stomach like ignatia

lemme stop.

now let me keep goin, C4in, we blowin

up, you better be detourin if we tourin

n she snorin cause he borin

shawty need a refund, bring him back

and when it comes to me she pre-orderin

and re-orderin and re-orderin

i be fallin, im free fallin i sleep all in that pussy

n when she callin i dont answer

but she keep callin and keep callin

and we ballin like b-ballin

as a matter of fact like tree ballin

we evolvin, they dissolvin

Cincinnati reds hat red black

cops find ya body but they don know where you head at

uh, im goin in like wet pussy

no money? that sounds like death to me

bitch i dont give a mother fuck

yeah im leanin bout to pour me up another cup

yeah im high, bout to roll me up another blunt

i roll a Biggie Small, ‘heres another one’

im in love with Wayne,

long hair dont care, bitch, call me rick james

hahaha, weezy that nigga

n dont forget the baby you fuckin baby sitters

[Hook:]

Small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

small thing to a giant

[Gudda Gudda:]

im goin in like im goin home

20,000 on my wrist n my neck thats my rollin stones

went from being broke to not a pot to piss in

now i got a pocket full of dead politicians

stop nigga listen

cuz im about to break the game down

no toilet paper on me while im shittin

fly boy, i hover over niggas like a flyin saucer

Y.M.O.B. dont make me call the bosses

Y.M. gonna eat n run like break-fast

been runnin for too long, its time to take cash

n imma smoke the game cause no air kills

n for the money i eat beats up like bear grills

bitches love me when they stare i give them rare chills

but moneys over her, she cant see in a pair of heels

young nigga bout to bleed the game

throw a stack at them hoes n tell em keep the change

gasoline flow, light the match, watch it spark

fire jumpin off my lips every time i talk

livin legend in the flesh, im the champ yes

im serving niggas like my name Pete Sampras

get hiefy if you want and imma shake them dreads

n go dumb with the tool upside ya head

who want it, you get em i told em

take all his money, then i take a shit on him

your whole click is phony my lil ponies

gudda walk alone, n shit my shadow other

why i need a nigga when i got my tool on me

my lil buddy got bullets like the army

militant thoughts like a trained with Al Qaeda

raid a nigga crib with a boxcutta razor

look so bow down to the chief , the champ

dictator in the streets nigga signed n stamped

Gudda.

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Pass The Dutch by Young Money Lyrics

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Posted 29 Mar 2010 — by Vee
Category Lyrics

Today is: Monday

Today’s Rating: 9

Time Right Now: 10:12PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Pass The Dutch by Young Money (Lil Wayne, Short Dawg, Drake, Gudda Gudda)

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

[Lil Wayne]
Too many women, and not enough time
Im a cool cat, but im on life nine.
Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line
And I don’t buy the bar cuz it don’t sell white wine
Gon’ let that light shine
ballin’ for a life time
Smoking on a nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin
You can call him your husband
Call me at night time
And even though women change
I will always like dimes
And yeah im quite fine, but shawty much finer
And I just get behind her
And smack it like E Honda
And please don’t hate on me
when you see me with Kiana
cause she wilder than Nirvana
and colder than your honor
holla at your boy manana
Maybach come wit a recliner
run up on it and sh-t will get uglier than an iguana
this is only a reminder it’s Young Money don’t forget it
and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty
would you . . .

[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

[Verse - Short Dawg]
Chilling with my possi
Bout to calls some ladies over
Tell em this is YME so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her on a tab now she rolling like a baby stroller
Im the freshest n-ggas seen
Whippin in my jeans
Shoot ya lights out im like bredick with the beam
Life a game of chess, and im headed for your queen
Now my stomach and my thighs
Wat a head is in between (ew)
And she wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean
Keep a cup in my hand like im begging for some cheese
I fall off in the party
Yeah im kinda tardy but if I hated (?) riding on em like a Harley
Look you call it getting married, I call it acting selfish
my belt got G’s on it like a Packers helmet
And imma hit it if you bring your girl around
but the weed is like my collar cause I might just turn it down
if you . . .

[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

[Gudda Gudda]
Okay tool on deck (deck)
Im new born fresh (fresh)
I knock your friends down (down)
And you going next (ha)
Young money fly
N-gga all the bitches after me
Murder in the bed and you gonna be my next casualty
Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually
Im giving dick all year round and you can get it annually
Styrofoam feel
With a strawberry fanta treat
Leaning ima need a kick stand to stay on my feet
Get out ma bidness like I kicked ya out my office
I aint worried about the price, im more concerned with offer
Fresh to death like I got dressed in the coffin
With a party in my pocket
Blue and red dolphins
Im high as a motherf-cker
Let me do my thing bitch im doing me
And your girl doing the same sh-t
Im in the car getting head
As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my thang bitch

[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

[Drake]
Uhh, Ok I told you catch up
Did you make a mill yet?
I cant predict how many of em I can still get
October own that’s such a f-ckin real set
No tatts but the ink of my money still wet.
Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me
I came here with young money man, that’s family all around me
Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me
And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me.
Welcome to the life
The life that’s meant for me
My bentley has a tint so you got to squint to see
I holla’d at your girl that’s when she went with me
But please don’t blame yourself cause it just wasn’t meant to be
They say im one of the illest
That’s just off from first impression
And my cards always accepting
I don’t deal well with rejection
I look in the dictionary
And don’t see the word recession
I don’t smoke in public
But tonight ill make an exception so just . . .

[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the yes man
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man

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Fuck Da Bullshit By Young Money Lyrics

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Posted 24 Mar 2010 — by Vee
Category Lyrics

Today is: Wednesday

Today’s Rating: 6

Time Right Now: 2:26PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Fuck Da Bullshit by Young Money

Time for a TOT:

[Birdman]
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way n-gga
Its Young Mula, first lady

[Nicki Minaj]
Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil’ specimen
Ballenciaga’s is all these things i be steppin’ in
Pucci bathing suits, only thing im dressin’ in
Cause i get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal
Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as i wanna be
She ain’t bad she a sad and a wannabe

[Birdman]
Yeah fuck the bullshit
It’s big money poppin’
Young Mula!
Yeah
Just like that
What up young n-gga
Lets go Gudda

[Gudda Gudda]
Okay we runnin’ this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin’ from the ceiling
Young Money we ’bout to kill ‘em, I promise i’ll make a million
And if they didn’t have no hands, i’ll bet them bitches go feel ‘em
I’m talkin’ money and power, you gettin’ money? i doubt it
Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
That pussy imma devour, i beat it up till it’s sour
No need for you to even trip bitch i’ll be done in a hour
let’s go!

[Lil Wayne]
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig..buried.
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
But i know two of the same, call it murdered and married
Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
But aint no love, like a calendar with no February’s
Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary’s
Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry
I’m gone

[Birdman]
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen n-gga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake

[Drake]
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
How’d you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
Bitch I got the answer,and still ain’t heard the question
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin’ it
And im cakin’ bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you im her favorite
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She say “oh you taste good”, i say “oh just savor it”
She know that she love a n-gga, i be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So i don’t walk around with money, baby girl im made of it

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Fuck A Nigga Thoughts Lyrics

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Posted 23 Mar 2010 — by Vee
Category Lyrics

Today is: Tuesday

Today’s Rating: 6

Time Right Now: 2:17PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Fuck A Nigga Thoughts by Lil Wayne ft. Kid Kid

Time for a TOT:

I’m sorry but Wayne just fucking KILLS this track. Always one of my favs so click play and read below while you listen.

[Lil Wayne:]
Ha-ha!
Young….Moula Baby
Ok, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He aint even thank, he aint even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank
Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint.
Pick that pussy up naw let him lay
Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day(x4)
Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws
And yall aint nothing but nails in a wall
Posters, Holsters, empty like a motha fucka
Off my hip clip empty like a motha fucka
Ha-ha ok, simply im a bug lover, its fly Carter duckin tha fly swatter
Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka
Now where ya hoe at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring the N-O back like a nigga with no back
Ima go forward
The top gon get lowered
Them hoes gon get cut like a sword I kno it
Ye aint gotta tell me I already smell it
Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous
You’re Los like Angeles
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Juss like Van Halen ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that glock like a fuckin outfit
I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy

[Kid-Kid:]
Ok, I’m strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets aint strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do
And im like ‘let me at em’ call me Scrappy Doo
After tha scrap with u I aint lookin stupid
You beat me to bad bitch im comin back shootin
Fool im a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixin broke cars with tools ima use
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug
Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasn’t juss you
I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me, naw bend ova nigga fuck you
See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you
Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose
Ill put you on tha 10 o’clock news
One, two buckle ya shoes
Here come tha Kid Crew
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food
Do use M-0 2s and tell from whole and frooz
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Don’t play with them cuz shoot he’ll shoot
I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes
I’m playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose
Im tha truth nigga floose im a murderer, Fuck mooke
Put niggas on mute like………
Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don’t worry where tha Kid at nigga huh

[Lil Wayne:]
Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi that would offend me
Try a maybach or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya
Paychecks on paychecks but I still want pay back
I still don’t play that, I kill on ASAP
We don’t do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way
I am Young Moula, Young Money all day
Where tha drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of yall say you want drama im honered
Blitz yo ass like a motha fuckin lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still where red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda

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Demolition Freestyle Part 1 by Lil Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda Lyrics

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Posted 20 Mar 2010 — by Vee
Category Lyrics, Saturday TOT

Today is: Saturday

Today’s Rating: 8.2

Time Right Now: 4:01AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Demolition Freestyle Part 1 by Lil Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

Demolition Freestyle Part 1 by Lil Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda Lyrics

[Gudda Gudda:]

Body bag the beat

toe tag the hide

more bragging rights,

if you aint acting right, send you to after life

im the action type, shoot, mash n fight

i ball like Steve Nash n shoot past the light

n just all in her freak ass, she gettin smashed tonight

im a vulture nigga, slicker than a snake

im a fool, im an ape n you food

i am raping you fools

murder shit on the track i molest you rappers

wayne and gudda, who wanna contest the rappers?

nobody, four shotties get the job done

no problem, i been a beast since sqad 1

my money runnin like sonic the hedgehog

and for that bread dog, im like adolf

hitler, gimme the money or meet the sizzler

im a toaster like strudels, imma burn these niggas

yea

[Lil Wayne:]

And I don’t wanna talk about it

Gangsta shit right in front, you niggas walk around it

Nigga let me do me

They know I kick it like jet lee Bruce lee

And I’ve done what they can’t do me ill put my gun up to your aunt suzie

And blow out a dubie paint her ruby I am a looney you niggas puny

I puke on the beat I juke and never fumble

Man I spit that dope like I swallowed a bundle

Gotta spit that dope up cuz the old heads said if you don’t itll bust

Heard if I sell it hard itll rush but if them people come if its soft itll flush

Certainly don’t get caught in the blind and keep yo curtain straight

No I don’t drink wine but I smoke purple grape sometimes see purple stars

And I aint talking about purple bapes

I gets paid early cuz I be workin late too many pain for memories shit hurt to say

Crack flow no bake just stir and shake shootin when we pull up like erkle waste

Sip syrup got me movin at a turtle pace but quick draw pop out like a turtle face

Paid in full you cant murk the ace I kill the beat and beat the murder case

That’s right imma kill this shit and if the glove don’t fit imma need a catchers mitt

Cuz im high like a pitch yeah im high like a pitch like Mariah and shit

I guess im higher than a bitch

keep it dirty like im lion in the ditch

Like eli im from new Orleans im a giant in this bitch move the G and add an S and put the I before the N and put the A in

front of that and that is what I am to the end

That’s a Saint muthafucka simplify it for them where your funeral comes with a 2nd line at the end yeah

But you wont be second linin with them cuz you be in the hearse that’s behind all of them

I see your homies dressed in black like they finna ride with but fashion statement is tell a lie

Im pelican fly Mack 11 inside my bullets come with wings and your cerebellum can fly fuckin right o yeah

Young money we are sick as gonorrhea, like nausea, heart burn, indigestion, upset stomach and diarrhea

now take some pepto bismal hoe young mula baby

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