"I'm A Rocker" lyrics - LIL WAYNE

Chrome on the monster leather intestants wit a top model and the contestants
I'm a rottwilder yes I'm a rock 'n' rolla its weezy fukin baby yeah straight up out the stroller
I'm higher than the soalar system marly twist 'em I'm like macully culcan I was rich wen I was pissin
On my self I'm ballin you niggas hate-a-holics I'm just a recipe so you can save the garlic I'm like a set of keys I'm bout to get it started I smoke that beverly hills from califorina Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em she rode my dick and said she shudda put a saddle on em
I watch out for dem snakes listen for that rattle homie an I ain't gotta click I gotta cattle homie
Wut up 5 kickin back jus being boo I'm talkin' foreign money that European dude
Yeah I'm heavey man so you shud reconcider I hit you one time fuck up yo equalirial I got rhythm yeah I got soul y'all I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore I got dis bitch on lock like a closed door weezy's real dem other niggas folk lor I'm connected I got more hoods than a coat store
I'm successful I got more shit than you cud hope for and I got threw that water like a boat ore
Young carter tha name baby boy rising like hot warter and caine Whip it stertch it and flip itReup stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip itReup stretch it and flip it reupWe up in da clubWe up in da clubMoney runnin' like warter bitch get up in the tub
I'm up in da club She up in da clubHe up in da clubNow she can't leave so we fuck in the clubAm I lucky or what playboy rabbitAnd I like big tongues like skate board fashion I got more girls than the playboy mansionI bet I serve 'em up like my name pete sanfris and a nigga drink like the late fred sanfordAnd a nigga smoke like there is no cancerAnd I know this world is so cold and decivin but I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin and until that chosen evenin ima be screamin apple an eagle yeah dats right apple and eagleHollygrove 17th I won't leave you nope and this is just the previw but I am already working on the sequel
(Bridge)
Fuck wit me wrong I fuck wit ya home like a letter to the wife say ya husband is gone like muslim I'm calm but like muslim I bomb and beat the track up like a hundread arms I'm funky like underarms the engine recording a thunderstorm my hunger arms warm then ring the alarm the carter 2 was nice but the 3rd times the charm weezy