Lil Wayne Follow

(feat. Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana)

[Lil Wayne]

Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya daddy

Ya, right off the bat

I'm a mack

We can get it popping, we can get it crack-in'

And if your man is whack

And if he lack what I pack

Then I will make you lack him

Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna

Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them

And my clip never droppin'

We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten

Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back

I smack smack smack that

And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue

And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat

Now who wanna get shot baby I could tap that

Yup I could tap that (atta?) Rat Pack

I could lay back like a fat cat

But I'm a big dog on any track

Ah- and we got it pumpin' every night every night

When we get into our thing

You know I had to tell them young niggas

When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring

But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain

I'm hot, I smoke like two trains

I'm trained, I know how to do things

My thing - hot like blue flame

Flame- the fireman put it out

She hot- the fireman put her out

All she gotta do is call up emergency

And I will be on my way to the house

Knock, Knock -- I know somebody home

Don't leave me knockin' baby

All you gotta do is bring that corn

And we can get it poppin' baby.

[Chris Brown]

Say what yo' name is

Ooh yeah that fits you girl

Tell me where you headed

Can I walk with you girl?

You got that look in your eyes

That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time

And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm on it girl

See this is the first time I had a girl

Who's looks set me on fire

I'm really trying to get to know you better girl

You ain't gotta act like you shy

Cause we gon' do, something

something is gon' get, done

And we gon' get, crunk

And have a lot of, fun

And I say...

Shorty, shorty

She growing her hair

She working them jeans

She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it

She keep it on and, poppin'

Shorty keep it on and poppin'

Ooh, oh, ooh yeah

Shorty, shorty

The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot

Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking

You got me open and waitin', and poppin'

You keep me on and poppin'

Oh, oh

Unh, unh, let me tell you

I'm tryin' to keep my swagger, but you 'bout to have

me girl

Jump through about four or five hoops of, ooh baby

Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you

girl

Oh yes you're mean and vicious the way you switchin'

Now I say

This is the first time I had a girl

Who's looks set me on fire

I'm really trying to get to know you better girl

You ain't gotta act like you're shy

Cause we gon' do, somethin'

Somethin', is gon' get done

And we gon' get, crunk

And have a lot of, fun

Oh, oh oh oh

Shorty, shorty

She growing her hair

She working them jeans

She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it

She keep it on and, poppin'

Shorty keep it on and poppin'

Ooh, oh, ooh yeah

Shorty, shorty

The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot

Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking

You got me open and waitin', and poppin'

You keep me on and poppin'

Oh, oh

[Juelz Santana]

Ya Dipset! I'm Santana, 'ey!

How ya doin' baby, nice to meet ya

Wait, let me not mislead ya

First off, I'm about my dough and cheese

Just call me a slice of pizza

Yup- I'll be your pizza guy

Deliver your pizza pie

I got a chauffer named Woodrow

Car named Bentley

When I speak he drives

Shorty know how to work it like a model

She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle

Baby if you was a car

I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago

I leave you on a higher note

Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note

You get diagnosed

With a higher dose

Of what you never had before- me!

Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke

Whinin' broke

I'm about my bread, you heard what I said

Baby I'm a loaf!

Come let me screw ya

Bring it here, let me be your tutor

We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that

scooter

Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G

In the back of my Maserati

Then I drop you off before curfew time

The kind of guy I be

Oh I'm

So kind

Them other guys ... are not like me

So don't pay them ... no mind

Uh-uh!

[Chris Brown]

Shorty, shorty

The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot

Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking

You got me open and waitin', and poppin'

You keep me on and poppin'

Oh, oh