Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W
Weezy Baby
This is the Carter man
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!
Raj ya banging 'em in the, Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the..
Raj I say ya banging 'em in the head wit this one cut!
Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
Weezy Baby this is the Carter

I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
You do the math it's a horror
While I be on the ave getting off one nineteen for a soft one
Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot
If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretching ya out
If you catch me without the burna burn me
I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
I'm dying of doom I say I'm sick with cash
These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
Smash on ya bitch ass
Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!

[Chorus: x2]
Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who goin' fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em
Who goin' fuck wit me do you want to fuck wit me Naw!

Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house
I'll sell a brick to a house nigga
I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
I wasn't born with no silver spoon
But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
Tomb sitting in ya room sing for me
But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom
But if ya don't hear me doe fool the semi go boom
I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room
I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
I was once lost but now I'm found
Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye!

[Chorus: x2]

Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa!
Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go!

I know how to cook so I buy it soft
I also sell it soft depending the cost
You know that's shells they toss defending they boss
They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss
You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the coming of the boy
From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy
I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
Baby what have I done I created a monster
Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
Hell no I smell y'all
didn't know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!

[Chorus: x2]

Bang 'em in the head whoa!
Bang 'em in the head whoa!
Bang 'em in the head whoa!
Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go

Bang 'em in the head whoa!
Bang 'em in the head whoa!
Bang 'em in the head whoa!
Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go

Writer : DWAYNE CARTER, ROGER D. DICKERSON
Copyright : Lyrics © SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC. OBO MONEY MACK MUSIC