Today’s Rating: 3

Time Right Now: 4:35PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Light Up Remix by Drake, Jay Z and Lil Wayne

Time for a TOT:

Here is the Light Up version with Lil Wayne’s added verse which was recorded over the phone FROM Riker’s Island! Mack Maine and DJ Scoob Doo begged Wayne for a verse, saying that the track NEEDED him on it. This is something I totally agree with. You can check the song out in the link below and the lyrics are here as well!

Make sure you open the link below in another window so you can read the lyrics while you listen!

Light Up (Remix) by Drake, Jay Z and Lil Wayne

[Verse 1 - Drake]
Uhh, I’ve been up for 4 days getting money both ways
Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades
Rolex’s, chauffeurs, and low fades
I keep thinking how young can you die from old age
They always tell me nobody’s working as hard as you
And even though I laugh it off man it’s probably true
Cause while all of my closest friends out partying
I’m just here making all the music that they party too
But party on, party on, all night nigga
I got these new rappers nervous, prom night nigga
I grow tired of these fucking grown man liars
Story tellers, they ain’t even need a camp fire
Uhh, but I just wanna tell the truth
Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot
This shit feel like when Fredro Starr was at Sunset Park
Stunting hard in his yellow goose
Yeah, and I’mma motherfuckin’ missed target
But a target none the less, and I just started
Was that directed at moi? Can’t be
They must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free
Yeah, and I’m just filling up this daily planner
Getting busy cause I’m a star, no Spangled Banner
Jealous dudes get to talking in their music
And I just say I wrote it for yo girlfriends, Kelsey Grammar
Yeah, that’s what life becomes when you doing you
Welcome to Hollywood, don’t let this town ruin you
And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you
Just know that she gon’ tell another nigga when she through with you
Don’t get impatient when it takes to long
And drink it all even when it taste too strong, yeah
I gotta feel alive even if it kills me
Promise to always give you me, the real me

[Chorus - Drake]
Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
(Hey Google, tell hom’ to go to open that ace right there)
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I’m gon’ make it go

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Owwwww, hoes turn their heads like, Owlsssss
I’m the man of the, hour
Triple entendre don’t even ask me how
Con-Edison flow, I’m connected to a high power
Bright lights will make your whole city light up
A trillion watt light bulb when I’m in the night club
I just landed in that G-450
Caught the Mayweather fight cause his satellite was crispy
Uh, y’all can miss me with the money talk
The smart moneys on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk
Uh, I don’t do to much blogging, I just run the town, I don’t do to much jogging
Uh, I ain’t gotta scar yet cause you fucking round with me and my dogs is far fetched
Drake, here’s how they gon’ come at you
With silly rap feuds trying to distract you
In disguise in the form of a favor
The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors
Uh, and I’ve seen it all done it all
That’s why none of these dum dums could done him off
The summers ours, the winter too
Top down in the winter, that’s what winners do
And to these niggas I’m like Windows 7
You let ‘em tell it they swear that they invented you
And since no good deed go unpunished
I’m not as cool with niggas as I once was
I once was, cool as the Fonz was
But these bright lights turned me to a monster
Sorry Mama I’m promised they wouldn’t change me
But I woulda went insane, had I remain the same me
Fuck niggas, bitches too
All I got is this money, this will do

[Chorus - Drake]
Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
(Alright here we go, here we go)
I’m gon’ make it go

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn, I am addicted, I need therapy
You can buy the answers but you can’t afford to question me
First off I don’t need you second guessin’ me
Jail is like third base, I’m comin’ home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Man I’m anemic, still got bloods
I’m in my cell reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sippin’ Amstel
Thinkin’ ’bout all of that pussy I can’t smell
Man they did me wrong, I feel like Nelson Mandel’
Uh, I shine too hard, my lamp fell
But my name still ringin’, Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn cause you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a clam shell
Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit
My conversation stinks cause I talk shit
Stay in your lane, you’re on that double park shit
We eatin’ at the top, get a spoon and a forklift
I got rap wrapped up like a gift
And I’d be sober if ‘If’ was a fifth
I’m feelin’ like Elvis, jailhouse rock
I’m not 2Pac, I’m the new Pac
Behind bars, but the bars don’t stop
Recordin’ over the phone, hope the call don’t drop
Drizzy got the ball, I know the ball won’t drop
And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops
Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em
The boss got his feet up, vacation on an island
Yeah, and tell your girls send the kite up
And even if you don’t smoke motherfucker you gon’ have to light up

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 6

Time Right Now: 4:20AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Pussy Nigga By Lil Wayne ft. Jae Millz

Time for a TOT:

Here is the link to download Pussy Nigga by Lil Wayne and Jae Millz provided by LilWayneHQ.

And the lyrics to Lil Wayne’s verse, thought Jae Millz is sick on this too:

Girl from Atlanta and she thicker than her mother
Like her mother, Like my mother, And I love her like my mother
Say wussuper like I come from the Bay
But I come from the game where we dont play
504 NOLA, Everyday
Fuck what you say is what chu do
And I do it big, Bigger than you
Try humong, Dont forget da u s
Best flow goin, And everybody know it
I sip syrup and show the pinky ring when as I pour it
Just like a poet I wear glasses and the hat
But you dont want me to go back to wearing masks and a gat
I aint dancing in the back cause in my pants there is a mack
So if you wanna dance with me you gonna be dancing with the mack
And it moves to its own beat, Brrratdidatdidat, Brrrratdidatdidatdidat Brrrrrreahffhakjfhfratdididatdididatdididatdididat
Den splat, Ewww
I’m right back at ya just like that
Just like I left suntin, Weezy F suntin that you aint
Like paint Im up on your girlfriend wall, And boy you pussy like your girlfriend draws
Ew,Im hot,Look at summer in the face
And you can count on me like I got numbers on my face
9 on my hip, Yea I got numbers on my waist
And if your girl is a veggie, I put my cucumber in her face
Cause DJ on the beat, Lil Weezy with the heat
Forget Shaquille O’Neal I think the D.Wade need me
Man I just went so hard and I dont even know what this song is called
But chu know how niggas say dey ripped it?
Well I just ripped it all

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 3

Time Right Now: 6:58PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: They Still Like Me By Lil Wayne

Time for a TOT:

This is an old track, a remix of Bow Wow’s “I Think They Like Me”. He kills it, check this shit out.

Ok ok ok
That’s what im talking about man
I killed that shit man
That right there that’s easy man
You know what I mean
Gimme Something else drama
man Im on fire man Rock.
Watch this man. Dramatic

Pussy motherfuckers what it do
Holla at me.
All them niggas Tryin to hate me
and them bitches tryin to Have me
Im a Money Man
yup I get it From my daddy hoe
and boy we could beef
Like no you in a cali oh
Hollygrove my Daddy home
Let that automatic go
Test me when I’m chillen and
I’ll kill ya from my patio
Bitch my shadow look good
I’m just feelin wheezy
hop in my Shit and say goodbye
cuz the ceilings leaving
Believe me,
they aint trying to see me
Tell ‘em I’ll be the nigga with the burner and beaner
I’m the fireman she just call me when she steamin
I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreamin.
Niggas say they hot but its really not seemin.
If these guys bad then I gotta be a demon
Waynes getting money like Damon and Kenan
Try and take it from me and I’m aiming and beaming
Bangin and leaving
Stains on the cement
Slide the cracker something so they tame the police man
Left in a Porsche came in a Karnish
And I’m fresh yeah the Gucci sweats came with the creases
I’m hot but I’m cold I just change with the seasons
Trying to put some cheese on my pieces
If your lookin for ya nigga
I’ll be where the water gets deeper
Huggin on that money tryin to put it in a sleeper
Yeah I’m here,
Who the fuck wanna say something
Leave your whole head empty like a strained pumpkin
Make no assumptions,
I’m hustling
Your girlfriend guzzling,
You thought she wasn’t
Name still buzzin even when I’m doin nothing,
But im never doing nothing
cuz im always getting money
That’s simple jack ass
if you don’t get it you’re a dummy
And them niggas that diss me
Ain’t nothing but pure pussy
Sure honey I done heard what you said
But if a nigga really cared
you’d already be dead
Just a young ass nigga
with some old ass bread
Yes I keep them dollars running
like them bitches got legs
And my nigga Tez Po been ridin wit me since pegs
And my right wrist is lookin like a cracked open egg
That’s white and yellow diamonds
Adjust your lighting
I got em so mad but
ooh I think they like me

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 4

Time Right Now: 1:08AM

Last Beverage: Milk

Last Song Heard: February 18th by Lil Wayne

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

Apperantly The Game and T.I. both have mixtapes that should be coming out really soon and there’s word that Lil Wayne features on some of the tracks on them!

I think you know what that means: Yup, new Weezy tracks.

I’ll be sure to post his lyrics, and make sure you check out the Tunechi Lyric generator !

Also, Wayne has been responding to the letters that fans are sending him through Lil Twist. He tells Twist to tweet using Waynes Twitter account which can also be found under the lyric generator. If you wrote him, be sure to check his Twitter cause he could respond to you!

If you haven’t wrote to Wayne yet, you can do so with this info:

Eric M. Taylor Center (EMTC)
Dwayne Carter NYSID# 02616544L
10-10 Hazen Street
East Elmhurst, NY 11370

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 7

Time Right Now: 12:15AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Plenty Money by Cassidy

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

This edition of Thoughts On Today’s lyrics is dedicated to the haters that say he can’t rap…

Hat to the front
Lookin’ like I’m lightin’ up a bat for a blunt
I’m stickin’ to the script, tryna kick it like a punt
My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts
I’m the Birdman Jr., call me young Baby
Coulda been a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash money made me
Big dog bitch, no tramp, no lady
Young ass nigga had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like ‘em younger
To heavens where I brung her, and when she was under
She said “Daddy they, daddy they, daddy they, daddy they
Daddy they can’t do it like you can”
I get chips like Vegas and I am not a blue man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand
And if I sing Prostitute she gon’ need some new pants
And if I sing Pussy Monster she gon’ need a new man
Hello world, I would you all to meet me, her new man
I vow to stay on top of my Somers like Suzanne
And I hustle everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I’m hustlin’, fillin’ up my cup again
With that purple stuff again, I can’t get enough of it
Pay me in the direction of a swisher and I’m stuffin’ it
With that purple stuff again, I’m on some same color shit
After you do Wayne, it’s time to do Wayne’s brothers bitch
I get money like a fuckin’ Wayans brother bitch
I get good with Gorillas and stay away from the rattlesnakes
And the jakes, and the fake, and the hate
Interstate 10, no cops in sight
And I’m coming back with a whole flock tonight
Lord, don’t let me get stopped tonight
Or I’ma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight
I swear, and tell the jack boys not tonight
Cause I ain’t ‘N Sync but I will Pop tonight
Yeah, that’s right, if you ain’t got that price
Then go that-a-way, not a way we can even negotiate
Big money heavyweight, on my way to Heaven’s Gate
So if that be them open gates, flow so appropriate
Don’t associate me with the bullshit
One wish, I wish a motherfucker would trip
Like a engine, I come from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin’ paper like a booklet
They ain’t help me with it, but I took it
And now they never get it, never get it, never get it, never get it
Never get it back, yeah that’s my word
“Bling-Bling” in the dictionary, yeah that’s my word
And for me Ja Rule made it just like Irv
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss my curb
Cause I love that block nigga, Eagle and Apple
Old G’s, young G’s, leaders and barrels
But God found me like a needle in a barrel
And I’m so ready for war cause I’m a Jesus for the battle
Money on my mind, that’s all I think of
Married to the game, never taking my ring off
M.O.B., yeah that’s my theme song
Smokin’ two L’s, rockin’ bells like ding-dong
haha, yeah I got my wings on
Flyer than the rest, I don’t rest I keep going
I just I-G-nore ‘em
Like anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway
Anyway it goes, I’ma get gold
And I could see the top the way I’m climbing this pole
A nigga with the flu ain’t rhyming this cold
And nigga I’m hotter than a “fire in the hole”
Steppin’ out my shower like a lion in a robe
Eyin’ these hoes, iron in my hol-ster
Surp, purp, sure
Let’s elevate and get away, accelerate and never hate
Dedicate this, to the blue eyes and blonde hair
I’m on top of my green like a lawn chair
Don’t worry, I’m straight like arm hair
Don’t worry, I’m straight like combed hair
This world fucked my Pops and I was born here
From the cell to a jet, call it Con-Air
I told my niggas that we would see
Better days yesterday, and today is a better day
Celebrate

By the way, this photo is from a his concert at the Molson Amphitheatre in Toronto, Ontario Canada. I was here. It was amazing.

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 9

Time Right Now: 1:19AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Fuck Da Bullshit by Young Money

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

As you can see in the screenshot on the right, Gudda said he would be releasing a new track called “Small Thing To A Giant” off his Back 2 Guddaville mixtape! It’s been 19 hours since the tweet and still no track, but as you can see he was also busy in the studio so who knows when it will come out!

All I know is, Weezy killed this track and I haven’t even heard it yet.

I’ll be sure to have a link and some lyrics for the track as it comes!

Just a Thought On Today

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

Just a Thought On Today

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

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8.2

Time Right Now: 3:43AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Demolition Freestyle Part 2 by Lil Wayne ft. Gudda Gudda

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

Demolition Freestyle Part 2 – Gudda Gudda ft. Lil Wayne

[Gudda Gudda:]

more money, more bitches

more work, more haters equals more snitches

more digits? no, more commas

me affiliated with trendsetters equals more drama

weezy obama, thats my co-signa

you see osama, in my persona

steamin like a sauna, sick i need a docta

stab you before i drown you now you just another red lobsta

where the bitches at? i need a head docter

nice, thick n red, bitch you fuckin wit a top shotta

top dolla, nigga young money

we got old money

dont play dumb money

all black whips, all red flags,

but that red dot on yo head play head tag

real niggas listen, when im preachin to em

now we all know money talks cause im speakin to em

[Lil Wayne:]

ahem.

But I aint speaking to em, I call my guns ‘jumpers’ cause my bullets just leap into em

all you boys bustas, so soft, bet the wind blew em, I claim flame I am just rekindling

my intuition is get payed, but this glock will knock you back to 5th grade, I, school you niggas but none of yous get A’s

got a bitch who wont stop till everyone of us get laid,lotta of you niggas are son of a bitch made

and if your girlfriend utter, I cut her like switch blade,yeaa,we ridin like roller blades

now gon give me head till it fall off your shoulders babe,

I smoke an O a day, thats why Im so awaymentally mind blown now gon blow away,

yea, ya’ll niggas is super fake, I put chu niggas on mute then I mutilate yeaa

iMac like the computer say, my hoes cooperate, I mean co-operate

I dont know how to say, oh but I gotta say, I just four five away till aint no one alive to say

that I four fived away, then I drive away,paper chasin money runnin like andale

better find a way, better not be in our way,I’ll take your farther than Zimbabwe

I make it harder for these wimps i stay on they necks no lettin up,

and I tote that can but dont make me bust your 7 up

heaven up hell down man down gail down and I keep that hammer do you wanna get nailed down

better kneel down, cause I am da god,I am da har-dest mother fucka to try it before,

my diet is ya’ll, I riot and war,fightin dem all, bite’in dem all,

giant or small, I am a dog, I can smile at dum bitches and brighten dem all

I am a hog fightin dem all, I just lay that pipe and Im off,

call me plumber, and leave your girl my number, humbro

I am a bumba, bee on a humba, your girlfriend want my pickle and my cucumber

tell your boyfriend I’ll turn him to a vegetable, break a nigga down to a decimal

Im tellin you Im very cool unless a fool, fuckin up my revenue,

I tote that wutever dude, I shoot at wutever dude

just bought a Lamborghini Murcielago, and my girl from the base said is hella cool

wheres the helipad, my helicopter land, I shot the man, if Im not the man, mhm

do I go in, or I go in, Im not your friend, im not your kin, I make your brain come out your chin

been in the game since the begnning, Im all about winning.

I look down I see dem, when I look up I dont see any

you pooh like Winnie, do i diddy, and I just left but your boo right with me

and Im from never do right city, but dont get me wrong,

Young Money Im gooone

yeaaa, Young Mulaa Baabbbyyyyy

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Today’s Rating: 8

Time Right Now: 8:41PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Fall For Your Type – Drake

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

[cKapps:]

i run this shit like im Roger the Rabbit

killin niggas like stuntin is ma habit

use windex to clean that niggas blood, but be sure to dab it

i rap shit and smack shit

i dont lack shit but your what shit

shoot ya in ya back shit

i dont give a fuck as long as i tax shit

whip shiny like i wax shit

tote gats n shit

ill sell whatever even crack shit

[V Dee:]

you get knocked out the park bat shit

this a mother fuckin attack spit

million dollar mansion you on that shack shit

i aint talkin Cleveland no Lebron

im on green cigs when i wrote this song

got hoes in the street i tell em dont be long

you an a crowd of women dont belong

my bandanas always right so dont be wrong

or you get ripped quick like a satin thong

no Mac 11 shit we play Gatling songs

eyes low like my name is Rapping Wong

ill shoot back n forth like capping pong

n im runnin this track, overlapping, GONE

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