Let`s Go lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Wayne 
Song : Let`s Go



 Send "Let`s Go" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Big Tymers)


It's gravy nigga. Believe it. 

You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker. 

(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag. 

(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)



[Baby]

Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat

I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of
crack

And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac

Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the
chest

If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads

I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come
off

And I done saw my nigga get life behind them
bars

To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em
all!"

I hustle hard in these city streets

I got my block on fire with my HB's

Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r

Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard

And you can find me 

Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'

Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and
smokin'

Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit

If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a
bitch



[Chorus]

Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat

I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of
crack

Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga

Cuz if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride
nigga

Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the
top

I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of
rocks

Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga

If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga



[Lil Wayne]

Better pay attention now so you don't forget
later

I run the damn block, I oversee all of the
paper

Don't make me take ya, play ya

I cock the glock and spray ya

Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka

And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and
ready

Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy

Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be
known

I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money
be gone

Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when
night falls

Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock
ya wife off

Lock the spot down

Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over

Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda,
breakin' boulders

I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers
whenever

Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the
reverend

You see me on the block with crack, gats, and
weed

Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me



[Chorus]



[Lil Wayne]

See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in
mom's muffler

You can't even count how many times the 9's bust
at ya

Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas
bruh

None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up
in ya

Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild

Cuz all that they can hear is loud screamin' and
explosive sounds

They show me how to cook that brown and rock that
white

No school, put that book back down, pick up that
knife

See that's the real reason I hate to be on
tour

I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of
that pure

Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all
song

But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone

Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers

I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my
struggle

So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya
everywhere

I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya
everywhere



[Chorus x 2]



[Baby talks till end]