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!
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
