專輯：Tha Carter III
歌曲：La La
作曲：D. Carter、L. Crump、B. Mitchell、T. Smith
La......
Sittin' in a Caddy
bright like Batty
Floatin' up the aisle like
a bride and her Daddy
Hip-Hop attic hip-hop at it
Man I swear
I'm on top like the attic
Yea bitch I be
with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but
we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds
cardinals and canaries
Fuck we I'm all about
my oui like Paris
Hilton presidential
suite already
I'm richer than Nicole
and I'm a Lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the Sunday
after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like
no one be a Randy
Oscar De LaHoya
box ya like a casket
Or Diego Coralles
nigga keep jabbin'
See my style it varies
like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint
prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy
nigga write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes
apparently
A parent yeah my daughter
be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me
and nigga I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground
and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face
and I just want to break
out and fly
4 tears in my face and you
ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all
I got a bank full of pride
Ow started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit
get the fuck up
out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend
ended with her homies
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit
get the fuck up
out my toilette
My paint bubbleish
the motor so vicious
The rims the same color
as the wrapper of a kisses
Hersey's
I'm hyper
something like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit
I be ballin' like a Piston
Boy did I mention
I fly like a pigeon
Higher den gas prices
you Las Vegas trinket
I'm ridin' on the park
in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream
but the bottle's caviar
(yeah!)
Weezy I'm sick
from all this tourin'
You told me
(sip this)
then call me in the morning
(yeah)
And I vow I never
trust another woman
('nother woman)
In my life
and then I got horny
(ah hah)
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit
get the fuck up
out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend
ended with her homies
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit
get the fuck up
out my toilette
See I ain't goin'
no where bitch
You know a nigga
been home honey
Money fuckin' retarded
called itdown syndrome money
My case sick shit
they diagnose sickle
cell brain
The revenue stream got
a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress
from Sing-Sing or way down
to Comstock
These bitches
call me bling king
I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle down into all
the niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine
just like a sparkle
from clean Glass
They movin' on a nigga
as I'm walkin' the valley
ready
And Zulu with the cameras like
I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things
that you nigga's can't believe
Like purchase personal plates
on sort of things
that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women
on caliber of Janet
I sit and mater my vision
and massacre the planet
I hope you nigga's know
just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper
nigga's know
I'm handlin' my biz
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit
get the fuck up
out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend
ended with her homies
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin'
ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit
get the fuck up
out my toilette
