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: 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: 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: 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: 8.8

Time Right Now: 5:11PM

Last Beverage: Five Alive

Last Song Heard: Get Your Mind Right by Lil Wayne ft. Katt Williams

Time for a TOT:

The video below has Yo Gotti explaining how he got Weezy on Women Lie, Men Lie as well as his own thoughts on Wayne’s conviction.

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.