Way Of Life lyrics

Song information

Artist: Lil' Wayne
Album: 500 Degreez

Lyrics

This how we gon' do this..
Hook up the turntables
Wolfe, get on the keyboard..
And we gon' run it, ya heard..

[Mannie, baby, & wayne]
[**Talking**]

[Girl]
Cash money.
Cash money.
Cash money.
Cash money.

[Lil' wayne & baby: verse 1]
[Lil' wayne]
Now let me slide in the benz with the fished out fins
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends
Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
Marijuana scholar... knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff. it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts

[Baby of big tymers]</i> (ay, ay, ay..)
Hold on, mami! them whips on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
Slide in the benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car show in new york, ya'll know who wins!
It's the birdman, daddy, with the gucci and prada
Slant-back, cut truck. no rims? can't holla
It's that louie/fendi on ostrich streets
It's the tailer-made daddy, mami, do you love me?

[Tq: hook (mannie fresh)]
Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (oh! oh! oh!)
I ain't gon' change it.. (i told ya'll...)
Don't - you - know
It's a way of liffeee... (i told ya'll...)
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it, (i told ya'll...)
Oooh, baby.. can't stop the stuntin'
Nooo, nooo... (bring back that beat...)

[Baby & lil' wayne: verse 2]
[Baby of big tymers]
Pop one, pop two.. them new nike shoes
Royal blue jag on them twenty-two's
Flip white to green, 500 degreez
In that cadillac truck on them twenty-three's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these naked women that pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as rick james
If you know my name, then you know my game

[Lil' wayne]
It's lil' whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough, cause ya'll won't feel me, bro
But ya'll don't here me tho..
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill-ie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! rims pokin' out the side of the 'erv
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf. whoo!

[Tq: hook (mannie fresh)]
Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (i told ya'll...)
I ain't gon' change it.
Don't - you - know
It's a way of liffeee... (i told ya'll...)
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it
Oooh, baby.. can't stop the stuntin'
Nooo, nooo..

[Lil' wayne & baby: verse 3]
[Lil' wayne]</i> ay..
And my pinky glow... cause my ring is so..
Blingy-blingy, yo... stop blinkin' though..
We smoke - stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop them ency-wency o's
And we don't stop. nah! we blow, fuck the peo-ple!
Everywhere we go, we smell like e-yo
The birdman my paw, so that make me go..
"Fllyy like an eagle!" fo' sheezo!

[Baby (lil' wayne)]
They think cause I stay at english turn
That stunna don't have a o - z to burn, (light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm. (what?)

[Lil' wayne]
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm

[Tq: hook]</i>
Baby, I'ma a stunna.
I ain't gon' change it.
Don't - you - know
It's a way of liffeee..
Mama, do you want it?
Cause I'm about to break it
Oooh, baby.. can't stop the stuntin'
Nooo, nooo..

[Mannie fresh: talking]
Yep!... there it is!.. ya' lil' low-life..
See, I'm a pro - fessional. you a rookie
Fuckin' game so serious..
I could sell a hooker some pussy..
Now, that's some serious shit..
Oh, yea! bel'ieve that!
Who we rollin' wit?
We rollin' wit cash money!
Oh, I forgot about "peace"!
Peeace! I mean... "piece" of pussy
"Piece" of land, "piece" of property..
It's just a mind game..