Bloodline
Bloodline

Lil Wayne - Bloodline Lyrics

Hip-Hop/Rap
Jul 23, 2002
132
Bloodline Music Video

Bloodline Lyrics

We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)

The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds (okay)
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas (yeah)
See how shit come back 'round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor, man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens (ooh)
Me and my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz (ooh)
And you know I put the mags on that (ooh)
.45 MAC with the flash on that
Who want it, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Everybody sing along

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that, people)

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)

And when I move, I move out with the raw (okay)
I move out with the squad (okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier 'til I'm dead (nigga)
This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumpin' O's with lots of hay (oh)
I'm so high (yeah) and really I don't even know why (uh)
But oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down (yeah)
You see the thug in me (alright)
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-be (alright)
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder be (oh)
If you want it then come to me
I'm right here (ayy)

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that, people)

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (ah, I hear that)

I'm G'd up (yeah)
Only follow the code of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if you see me gettin' fat I'm probably gettin' rich (yeah)
And you probably can see me for some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks (you know)
A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam (yeah)
I skate with the bomb
I'm askin' you don't play with me at all (please)
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints
'Cause I did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music (and)
And a Blueprint
Cruisin' through stoop with the ewe lit
Like ooh shit, this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that, people)

Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline (ayy, I hear that, man)
I bleed concrete (I hear that, man)

Yeah, we so jiggy up in here right now, people
I mean, if you was to spark a flame, this whole place might erupt
You know what I'm sayin'?
This right here is music, baby
This is music, Mannie Fresh at his best
Please believe, believe it, please
You gotta see me, baby (Slim the mentor)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Weezy the youngin', Baby get it right
Just the Birdman, you know
Kacy the OG
I see all y'all, man
Big G, Stone, Micky, Pooh
I mean, it's just a real thing around here
You know what I'm talking about, right?
Yeah
You gotta nod your head to this, yeah
Nod your head 'til that bitch fall off
You know what I'm sayin'?
TQ man, you're the most gangsta singer I know, dawg
Believe that
We jiggy like I said, baby
Nod your head 'til the motherfucka fall off
Fasho

Writer(s): B. Thomas, D.P. Carter
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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