GETTIN SOME HEAD 

Gettin Some Head"
(feat. Pharrell)

I gotta little bitch I call hot mouth chelly
she pop them extasies and get that cotton mouth heavy.
I give her a bottle of water bitch break out sweatin,
and then she get straight to that head like a fuck exsedrin.
I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch
now go and tell the cops I gotta crook in my dick!
Straight gutter bitch, open like a hook in the fish.
I gotta lady from paris that french kiss my shit.
Why you think I gotta tent my whips?
Cause I be gettin some head, right in my shit.
You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch!
And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick!
These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin.
I gotta bitch with her mouth like that boy Ken Griffey.
When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin;
and if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens.

[Hook:]
(Gangsta Weezie!) I was gettin some head..(Get gettin' some head)
Super head what's good? Super head what's good? I with the kinda girl that
 make ya toes fry
I was gettin some head (Get gettin' some head)
I was gettin' some head (Get gettin' some head)
I was with that kinda girl, that make ya toes fry.

Y'all know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain.
Stick my finger in her but while brain, yeah I'm nasty bitch! What? Lil'
 Wayne!
I liked dem maked up lips and two toungue rings.
I gotta say it; I'm the president I run things.
All these hoes tryna save a nigga crumb stains.
Real talk; I get head I get head on the airplane. Bitch be climbin' all
 over that little chair game.
I pull her hair back, she holla yeah back.
I like a bitch wit some lips like a bed trap, and I don' mind goin down I
 take care of that.
I have homie at home like where she at?
She wit me; in my bad ass ride. Givin' me a blow job like a 9-5.
She said she eat her vegetables so she stay alive.
So she slobbed on my knob, like corn on the cob

GHOULISH 

Fuck pusha t and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him
Gut him, lil tunechi shit, weak stomach
It's me, lt, like when you heat butter
Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
I'mma alien, I hope you ain't the prince of bel air
That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South beach bitch and I tan line stupid
You could find me on collins like bootsy
I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that truk fit
Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six
All I ever see is ben franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with chase
You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all
Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin' nerf ball
Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!

GIRL LIKE HER 

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
 See me, I'm focused man
 But my girl don gon' snappy
 Stuntin' like her daddy
 Vroom on the Yamaha
 She ride me like a Kawasaki
 I call her lil buddy
 Sometimes I call her shawty
 She only wears dresses
 She sleep in Ed Hardy
 Ya digg hah
 It's Young Weezy the 80's baby
 And we can get together, make 80 babies
 Now the house brand new
 The car brand new
 But your still the same old you
 
[Chorus - RL]
 I want a girl like her
 That'll stay down for me
 Everything that I need
 That'll put me first
 Here for better or worse
 I wanna a girl like her
 Somebody that'll look like her
 Somebody that can cook like her
 Sex is off the hook like her
 On everything I need a girl like her
 
[Verse 2 - RL]
 I need somebody that'll always send my bag
 Somebody that'll keep me on track
 When I feel the weight of the world on me
 I need somebody like this
 She gotta handle her business
 Know how to hold my interest
 Be there in an instant
 I'm looking for you
 
[Chorus - RL]
 I want a girl like her
 That'll stay down for me
 Everything that I need
 That'll put me first
 Here for better or worse
 I wanna a girl like her
 Somebody that'll look like her
 Somebody that can cook like her
 Sex is off the hook like her
 On everything I need a girl like her
 
[Verse 3 - RL]
 She's gotta have her head on straight
 My escape from the every day
 Things to deal with
 Someone to chill with
 I can build with
 Something real with
 Not that everyday in the club
 Need more than the average one
 Something special
 Extra exceptional
 Freaky sexual
 
[Chorus - RL]
 I want a girl like her
 That'll stay down for me
 Everything that I need
 That'll put me first
 Here for better or worse
 I wanna a girl like her
 Somebody that'll look like her
 Somebody that can cook like her
 Sex is off the hook like her
 On everything I need a girl like her
 
[Bridge - RL]
 If you get your own money
 If you got your own crib
 If you got good credit
 And you handle your biz
 Sing along with this
 Talking to you
 Uh
 
[Chorus - RL]
 I want a girl like her
 That'll stay down for me
 Everything that I need
 That'll put me first
 Here for better or worse
 I wanna a girl like her
 Somebody that'll look like her
 Somebody that can cook like her
 Sex is off the hook like her
 On everything I need a girl like her
 
[Outro - RL]
 Talking to you
 I'm looking for somebody like her
 Could you be her?
 Could you be her?
 Yeah

GIRLS FOREVER 

She Said, "Oh"
She Said, "Woo"
I Said, "So?"
She Said, "No"
She Said, "Go
You Got To Go"
I Said, "I Know"
She Said, "No"
(Screams)

(Breakdown)

And Every Time I'm With This Chick
We Fuck Like We In A Relationship
I Want To Stay Forever, But

(Chorus)

I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Tina's And The Gina's
The Lisa's And Teresa's
The Keyshia's And Alishia's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Judy's And The Suzy's
The Stacy's And The Tracy's
The Ana's And The Hannah's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
Again
I Love Them And Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them

(Verse 2)

"Hey"
She Said, "Hey"
I Said, "Pay"
She Said, "No Way"
Me I Said, "Stay"
She Said, "Wait"
She Said, "Pay"
She Said, "Stay"
Yeah

(Break Down)

And Every Time I'm With This Chick
We Act Like We In A Relationship
I Want To Play Forever But

(Chorus)

I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Tina's And The Gina's
The Lisa's And Teresa's
The Keyshia's And Alishia's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
The Judy's And The Suzy's
The Stacy's And The Tracy's
The Ana's And The Hannah's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Again

(Break Down)

To Meet A New Friend
Just To Find My Self
I Hide Myself, Girl
So I Guess I Pretend
Like Im Into Me
And The Game Open, With;

(Chorus)

The Tina's And The Gina's
The Lisa's And Teresa's
The Keyshia's And Alishia's
Yeah
The Judy's And The Suzy's
The Stacy's And The Tracy's
The Ana's And Diana's
Yeah

(Close)

The Ange's And The Tange's
The Tamie's And The Camie's
The Dora's And The Nora's-es
Yeah
The Molly's And The Dolly's
The Maggie's And The Sandie's
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
Again
I Love Them Then Leave Them Come Back And Then Leave Them Again
Again
Again
Again
(Again Close Out)

GO DJ 

Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne Michael; Thomas, Byron O;Grown ups in between, children and babies
 Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
 DJ Mannie
 
Fresh, fresh, fresh
 Fresh, fresh, fresh
 Fresh, fresh, fresh
 Fresh, fresh, fresh
 
Go DJ, that's my DJ
 Go DJ, that's my DJ
 Go DJ, that's my DJ
 Go DJ, yeah
 
Wit Weezy We, step up to the mike dude
 Do watch a do, ya heard
 Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
 Courtesy of the young man Young Carter
 And the great man Mannie Fresh
 So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
 
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
 
Murder one on one, the hottest under the sun
 I come from under the tummy, bustin' a tommy
 Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
 Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
 Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
 Now better yet a veteran a hall of fame
 I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
 
Ay it's Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
 Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
 Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
 'Cos the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
 That ain't even [Incomprehensible] aim I get dough boy
 
And you already know that pimpin'
 18 how I'm livin' young show that Bentley
 Stunnin' my Pa so you know that's in me
 Got my mentor so don't go there with me
 
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
 
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 
Lets go
 And I move like the Coupe through traffic rush hour
 GT Bent' roof is absent, ya girl present wit the music blastin'
 And she keep askin' how it shoot if its plastic
 I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back
 And cut the Carter back up, oh fa shoo
 Ay Big Mike they better step they authority up
 Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
 
You boys never harmin' young
 Fly Wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
 And I ain't just begun
 I been runnin' my city like Diddy ya chump
 I fly by ya in a foreign whip
 On the throttle wit a model bony dic
 Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and bland, on to her behind
 Well here we go so hold on to my, lets go
 
Hold on let me hit the
 So go, so go
 This is the, this is the, this is the
 This is the, this is the, this is the
 This is the Carter
 
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my
 
Bird man put them covers in a trash can
 Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
 I'm steady lightin' another hash and ridin' in my jag
 You will need a gas mask man
 You snakes, stop hidin' in the grass
 Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo pants
 You [Incomprehensible] got ways like a drag
 While the homie here tryin' get paid in advance
 
I'm stayin' on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler
 Play me or play wit me then I'm goin' find your mother
 Say they wanna eat 'cos they ain't ate nothin'
 But then they wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
 So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone
 Walking out, leavin' behind just residue and bones
 In your residents with [Incomprehensible] to your dome
 Like tell me were you holdin' the dough
 Holdin' your throat, choke
 
This, this, this, this, this, this
 This, this, this, this, this, this
 This, this is the Carter
 
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
 Go DJ

GO HARD 


[Verse 1]
 It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
 Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet
 Gazer seats hold the bare floors
 I faithfully hold to pimp whores
 You ate with me and you gon get yours
 This eight with me that's bullets through doors
 Got haze in me now I'm so tall
 Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
 And now or later I'm major player
 I ball right I need an agent player
 Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
 That's so tonight you can taste a player
 I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
 My shit turning on 28-inches
 My shit burning like 500 plus
 And this album's a three permer and a clutch
 
[Hook]
 24/7 (Yes, sir)
 I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
 Not here
 
[Verse 2]
 I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
 Bang my thing till no more lane remain
 Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
 Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
 That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
 Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
 I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
 Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
 Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
 The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
 And we don't go to work man we get work out
 And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
 Niggaz is selling and you should be buying
 Niggaz is telling and you should be dying
 Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
 C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 3]
 You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block
 I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock
 Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
 I got ya slick this my year don't knock
 Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
 Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot
 I never drove factory and I don't own stock
 I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah
 
[Hook till end]
 

GONORRHEA 

[Lil Wayne]
 Sound like my mic is right
 Ugh,
 I am not a human
 Shout to all my moon men
 Yeah they call me tune
 Got them b-tches tuned in
 Its a crazy world so I stay in mine
 And n-ggas don’t cross the line
 N-ggas stay in line
 Like welfare I stay elsewhere
 Hotter than a devil, n-gga hell yeah
 Roc-a-bye baby, homocide baby
 Thats more tear drops call me cry baby
 What you talkin’ bout tell it to my nine
 Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
 I’m a young God, swagga un-flawed
 B-tch Im in the building, you in the front yard
 Lifes a b-tch yeah, better yet a dumb broad
 And I bet I can f-ck the World and make it cum hard
 Yeah you boys is washed up
 And I’m sh-ttin on em like two girls and one cup
 Weezy baby aka bring the money home
 Pull out the AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
 Laugh now die later muthaf-cker
 You’s a b-tch like zeta phi beta muthaf-cker
 
[Chorus]
 Yeah, I call it how I see ya
 I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 Yeah, I call it how I see ya
 I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Man I’m so tired of ballin I sleep a lot now
 I’ll let my goons rush ya like Moscow
 Gun at ya eyebrow pow pow
 Man I ball hard even with 5 fouls
 Yeah we in this b-tch like tampon’s
 Dump ya in the woods now get ya camp on
 Choke hold around this sh-t cause I’m so hands on
 I get high as f-ck and Polo sheets is what I lands on
 Back against the wall my two feet is what I stand on
 Diva in the room she blowin me just like a band horn
 Lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
 Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin’ on
 Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, You can join
 Yeah, what y’all wanna do I’m all ears
 Smoking on that head band call that sh-t Paul Pearce
 I’m just so ahead of my time like dog years
 Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears
 
[Chorus]
 Yeah, I call it how I see ya
 I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 Yeah, I call it how I see ya
 I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 P-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea
 
[Drake]
 I aaaaaam, spending much more than I’m making on these cars and these vacations
 Is that too much information?
 I just bought a Lambourghini, Im not even into racing
 With a windshield full of tickets cuz I live right by the station
 I aaaaam, tryna figure out why you so mad at me
 Yes I’m with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me
 I be with the dread with the tattoo’s on his head
 And a flag the colour red like a f-cking low battery (ok)
 N-gga peep the sh-t I’m wylin’ on
 I be with your baby momma you be with your child at home
 Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam
 Big cheese big bread call that sh-t a calzone
 I will break your f-cking collar bone
 Us agianst the World better pick which side you on
 Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on
 And we about to kill em C4 Mr Carters home.
 
[Lil Wayne]
 Yeah, I call it how I see ya
 I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
 We some asshole n-ggas call us diarrhea
 The money keep growing yep
 Its gorwing like a chea
 Yeah, I call it how I see it
 Y’all some p-ssy ass n-ggas we should call ya gonorrhea
 Uh, you keep tlakin’ that sh-t I’mma see ya
 Kill ya senorita and and f-ck ya mama mia

GOSSIP 

Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne; Dozier, Lamont; Holland, Brian; Holland, Eddie; Thomas, Byron O; Warwar, Nicholas;I hate gossip and I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But yesterday it seemed to just wander on till it found me
You know like, gossip found me, then why don't you try provin' it
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what would you just do is
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

Stop, hatin' on a nigga that is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on the nigga

I give my all behind the mic
But you could never see, if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight

And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is no white
I'm tryna to be polite
But you bitches in my hair like to fuckin' pull lice

And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light you just might, might wanna

Think it over
(Think it over)
Ooh, think it over
(Think it over baby, baby)

Get 'em
Stop, analyzin' criticizin'
You should realize what I am and start epitomizin'
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I'm confident like fuck 'em all pull out my dick and ride it

My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, because my city's cryin'
Because my city's dyin' still I emerge from all of that
I am a livin' pion-eer, near Zion

Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot and soowoop
And, then I leave blood in a boot, I leave a blood bath
Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?

I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no nigga bug that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot
Now at New Orleans at

I feel your pop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, ah ah, I must ask

Hey, haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over)
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?

Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem
I won't even think

Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I've graduated from hungry
And made it to greedy

My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'm gone need g's
If I'm bakin' the zeedy

You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body nigga, just takin' it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like Eazy

Why do rappers? Why do rappers?
Lie to fans, lie to rappers, lot of rappers
Lie like actin', cut the mothafuckin' cameras
Cut the check nigga fuck your props
And make it out to Mr.Hip Hop

I'm not dead I'm alive

GOT MONEY 

Songwriters: Carter, Dwayne; Najm, F; Salinas, J; Salinas, Oscar;I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section
You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby

Yeah, hello, yeah! Young, young
Young, young
Young Mula Baby

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Now I was bouncing through the club
She loved the way I did it bout
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked

Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it Now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
Young Money, Lil Wayne, then the music drop

I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it out alright tomorrow don't worry
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Here we go, one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I?ma be clapping all night in this bitch

Lights off, man it's on
Creep saw me, she smiling
He muggin', who cares
?Cause my goons are right here

It?s nothin? to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice, they yell, "Skate Wayne!"
She wanna f**k Weezy
She wanna rape Wayne

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like

Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Like ehh!
Everybody say, "Mr. Rain Man
Can we have a rainy day?"
Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella
Ella, ella, ella, eh!

Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick
But you no one ain't trickin? if you got it
You know we ain't f**king if you not thick
And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit

So Rolex watch this I do it 4 5 6 my click
Clack goes the black hoe pimp
And just like it I blow that shit
?Cause bitch I'm the bomb like tick tick

Got money and you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it
Then throw it like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Gettin' mug from everybody who see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP like
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way

Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love
T-Pain on them hoes, aha!
Young Mula baby

GREEN AND YELLOW 

[Intro]
 What up? I got Nosk in here with me
 This ain't a diss song, but uhm
 
[Chorus]
 Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
 I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz
 Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
 That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
 
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 I put it down, representin' for my team
 I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 
[Verse 1]
 Money green, yellow broad
 Aaron Rodgers, MVP award
 This is Green Bay, bitch we go hard
 This is Packer Country, where ya green card?
 Terrible Towels, that shit's borin'
 We got the ball, you know we scorin'
 Yeah, and thats how we rockin' heavy metal
 I'm up in this bitch wit' more Bloods than a blood vessel
 Pitt' goin' down, say hello to the devil
 Just beat the Bears, now we got the Steelers on the schedule
 Yeah, no love for 'em boy, breakin' hearts
 We gon' toast these niggas, Pop-Tarts
 
[Chorus]
 Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
 I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz
 Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
 That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
 
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 
I put it down, representin' for my team
 I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 
[Verse 2]
 Got a call from my homie, this just in
 The Packers in the Super Bowl and they better win
 They call him Big Ben, but he weak though
 We in Dallas, but we Lambeau leap hoe
 Long hair, don't care, Clay Matthews
 We shittin' on these fools, no bathroom
 Yeah, got a pocket full of big faces
 Throw it up, touchdown on Ike Taylor
 
[Chorus]
 Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
 I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz
 Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
 That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
 
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 
I put it down, representin' for my team
 I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 
[Verse 3]
 Uhh, big G's on the helmet
 Steel Curtain? What is that, velvet?
 And if we win, I'ma throw a Super Bowl party
 And blow a cigar like Vince Lombardi
 I'm in Wisconsin, smokin' Amsterdam
 Yeah I'm from New Orleans, but I been a Packers fan
 We knocked the Eagles and the Falcons and the Bears off
 Now we 'bout to cut Troy Polamalu hair off
 
[Chorus]
 Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
 I'm a cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez Whiz (Go Pack go)
 Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin'
 That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin'
 
Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 
I put it down, representin' for my team
 I'm in green and yellow, green and yellow
 Green and yellow, green and yellow
 
[Outro]
 Uh, go Pack go
 Uh, go Pack go
 Uh, we yellin' go Pack go
 Yeah, like I said, this ain't a diss song
 I just love my team, that's the team with them big G's on the helmet
 You know what it is, oh yeah
 Young Moula baby