Today’s Rating: 7

Time Right Now: 11:16PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Right Above It by Lil Wayne ft. Drake

Time for a TOT:

This is a couple clips from a phone call interview by Funkmaster Flex where he asks Wayne some very good questions. He talks about the EP “I Am Not A Human Being”, he talks about calling Young Money and doing a song with Andre 3000 or Tech N9ne!

Check it out!

Just a Thought On Today

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: 8

Time Right Now: 5:57AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Time To Gimme Mine by Lil Wayne

Time for a TOT:

Drake tells us a bit about his talk he had while visiting Lil Wayne at Rikers Island, check it.

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 10

Time Right Now: 2:57AM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: 25 To Life by Eminem

Time for a TOT:

This is just a freestyle that should be seen so check this shit out. Also, disregard Royce Da 59 when he talks shit about Young Money momentarily, he is just a dumb hater, but hes a sick rapper so still, check this shit out.

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8

Time Right Now: 2:36PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: No Love by Eminem ft. Lil Wayne

Time for a TOT:

My previous post where DJ Scoob Doo talks to Wayne on the phone saying he wants to hear a verse on Drake and Jay Z’s “Light Up” track. Well, Weezy really does it, here is the audio to the verse, which is hard to make out but the things you can hear are fuckin awesome.

Check it out!

Just a Thought On Today

Today’s Rating: 8.8

Time Right Now: 2:11PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: Single by Lil Wayne

Time for a TOT:

Well, I’m pretty fuckin happy about the fact that I’m done school for the year, and my summer is gonna be extra long and awesome. I’m planning on making some serious swiss this next few months. But yo… more importantly..

Eminem said before that he was working hard on the Relapse 2, his seventh studio album. He had finished so many tracks and he decided to scrap that entire album and now is working on an album called Recovery. Here is what Eminem had to say about the Recovery album:

“I had originally planned for Relapse 2 to come out last year. But as I kept recording and working with new producers, the idea of a sequel to Relapse started to make less and less sense to me, and I wanted to make a completely new album. The music on Recovery came out very different from Relapse, and I think it deserves its own title.”

So there you have it!

Eminem’s Recovery will hit the shelves on June 22nd, I hope this time the album is more like the track Beautiful off Relapse… I wasn’t too big of a fan of the other songs on the album as they were about the weirdest and most fucked up things…

I admit though, the man has talent, regardless of what he’s rapping about, I just know he has potential to put out the most moving and awesome songs, I feel it’s a waste when he puts out shit about raping reverends and swallowing babies and all that weird shit.

Just a Thought On Today

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.

Just a Thought On Today

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

Just a Thought On Today.

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

Just a Thought On Today via rhyme

Today’s Rating: 4

Time Right Now: 4:41PM

Last Beverage: Water

Last Song Heard: He Raps, He Sings – Lil Wayne ft. T-Pain

Time for a Toke and a TOT:

He Raps, He Sings by Lil Wayne ft. T-Pain Lyrics

(T-Pain)
wayne im all you got on this rap shit man
ha, once again its on my respect lovin now its unheard of
niggas was laughin now they wish they never heard of em
now they gonna learn to respect me bro
that nigga shot 9mm getting burned in yo retina
had that leg come out the back of yo head
one word is what i said click, clack and your dead
put one more of them claps in the back of your leg
i hit ya, arm, leg, leg, arm, head
damn, if you was just a version of pain just think of me as the r&b version of wayne
but since he doin the same thing now theres no difference
ice grill hood niggas put your dentures in
he’s so sweet make her wanna lick the sanga
so me and weezy gang bang her
pullin on my roots i had to hang her, whip her, tallahassee dick her
im back on the map cause

(hook)
he rap (he sang), and he do (his thang), and he does (we does)
everything you wish you was its t-wayne (t-pain)
bang (baang)
he rap (he sang), he do (his thang), he does (we does)
everything you wish you was its t-wayne (alright)
bang (baang)

weezy

(Lil Wayne)
oh, oh, oh
its the white cup drinka
baby im a trapper, turned rapper, turned san-ger
soo woo to the Bangas and if you wanna beef, ill cook that an-gus
ah, thank god im famous cause alot of these boys be round here chainless
but i made bling bling
yup ching ching
and These sorry ass rappas make a nigga wanna sing
im in love with a stripper
and i send shots like a bartender
and now im like bitch aint me, get in line with the rest
cause even the best say weezy the best
okay shawty aint messin with a lizzain naw lizzain
just some lil wayne and a whole lot of pain
you know what im sayin
like i mind boggle models with a bottle
if you cant swallow shut up bitch gargle
thats the motto
uh how bout
he rap, he do, he does, everything you wish you was its t-pain
paaaiin, he rap, he do, he does, everything you wish you was its t-pain
paaiin

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