[Intro: DJ Drama]

(This a Big E beat)

"Young Money All-Stars" on the way!

Put the party in the bag—now hand it over

[Break: Lil Wayne]

Hold up, hold up, I didn't know you were gon' do this one. Alright, now y'all motherfuckers have me— That— That's what y'all been wanting, huh? Okay, okay, go 'head, Drama, do it

[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama & DJ drops]

See, I don't wanna be the mixtape king no more

More like the mixtape president

Barack O'Drama!

It was definitely time for change

Yeah

I mean the game been dry

Uh-huh

So, I figured we going for re-election

Yeah

So, me and Wayne gon' keep running

Uh-huh

So y'all niggas can fly

It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

This a Big E beat

And I'ma cook this bitch like piggy meat, yeah, haha (Ill!)

You can get pork-chopped

Young Money, bitch, let the champagne cork pop (Gangsta! Ill!)

I will bat your man, now go tell a shortstop

Okay, bitch, you do the wop? Well, bitch, I do the guap

Okay, man, you do the drop? Well, man, I do the yacht

You pull up in parking lots, I pull up at the dock, like, yeah

Macaroni, greens and hamhocks

I am not on your planet like Doctor Spock

Rock to my own tune, Lil Tune

My stomach hurt, and my shit is dropping real soon

Kill whom and whoever for whatever

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters—now you spell it

I say, "Young Money, bitch, forever" and we better

Than all these motherfuckers up in this era, know'm tal'm'bout?

Yeah, I tell my niggas, "Pick the target out"

Yeah, and then, I quickly pick the target off

Like volleyball, I'ma serve 'em

And being fake is pussy, so, nigga, I'm a virgin (Gangsta!)

Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon

Cleaner than some brand-new detergent, you heard me?

And I make your bitch get on the plane with that Fergie

Tell 'em, "Get off Birdman Jr. birdy"

[Verse 2: Shanell & DJ drops]

I love the skin that I'm in

Goosepimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y-M

That 'gnac, that Goose, that Trón, that gin

Got a club of girls cracking, let the party begin

I heard you call yourself a baller when the camera's on

If it ain't tricking 'cause you got it, what you tripping on?

See, I'm the spoiled chick you fronting niggas hate to meet up with

But my crew holdin' duffle bags, bitches (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 3: Lil Twist]

Rocking on the scene (Ugh), and yeah, I hear "My Dougie" (Yeah)

I D-Town boogie, now the girls really love me (C'mon)

V.I.C. then Vic, yeah, they both got silly

Lil Twist, I get silly (Ugh), I'm the king of the city

Young Money, Young Mula, yeah, the kid in this thing

Grown men in this game can't compete with me, man (Uh-uh)

'Specially when I pull up in that candy Range (Yeah)

Twenty-fours on that thing, sitting next to Lil Wayne

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, yeah, yeah I rap harder (C'mon)

Mic in my hand, I run like Marion Barber

While you haters on the sidelines, and I be a starter

Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter

That's my lil' sister if you boys didn't know (Wait)

That's Weezy's daughter, so don't mess with her bro! (Uh-uh)

'Cause we'll come find you in all kinds of cars

Signing out, Young Money, D-Town's All-Star (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Tyga]

It's Tyga (Yup), no lion (No), I'm eating, no diner

This species don't diet, every meal a fish Friday (Yup)

Squad deep like the white guy from Verizon, gator righteous

So it's only right you meet the fugitive, John MacGyver (Me)

Teenager, school cyphers, I was too nicer than them

No license, you gets no high-fiving

Nigga, roll the damn dices (Damn)

Touché, my wordplay two shades from the color grey

My kick game so unreal, they say them colors must be fake (Hahahaha)

Never been made, MTV, I make

Quake your very eyesight, my fame's no mistake (Nope)

Since the deal, steak dinner everyday

Fuck a movie, my life is like a Compton play (Yeah)

You can see it, nearly breathe it, from a couple feet away

But stay away 'cause I don't get along with the tagalongs (Nah)

Let me get on a song, period, gone

I'm off the hook like cordless phones

My identity so right, they think it's wrong

G.E.D., Young Money, finish strong, so I'ma keep going (Ahh)

My ligaments covered in green like general syllables on my face

Like my skin was leather-made, leather, man

Louie you ain't never seen, like a nun booty

None before we—after, it's only boys

Tyga-man, I do it for the hatin' homies

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Dedication 3, baby

Yeah