Текст песни (слова) Lil Wayne - Pure Colombia

Pure Colombia

[Verse 1:]
 I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em,
 They say "Go to Hell, " Okay I know the owner,
 Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein',
 All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin,
 Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes,
 Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cause she was startin' to get suspicious,
 Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga
 You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga
 Trigger happy nigga, I just can't stop smiling
 Thank God I'm fly, I had to thank my pilot
 You think you're calling shots, you got the wrong number
 I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother
 Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
 And I don't want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy-
 Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers
 My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups
 Rest In Peace to my last victim
 We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement
 5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
 AK's with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas
 Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
 It's that pure Colombia
 'Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb
 It's loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
 It's that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!

 Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea
 Let's get it

[Verse 2:]
 I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
 This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim
 Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
 Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives
 Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh,
 I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box
 These niggas sending threats, I'm a start sending hits
 Bring me his head, so I can make sure it's him
 It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
 I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop
 Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop,
 Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop
 Like ugh, this that pure Columbia
 It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia
 Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya
 She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful
 You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list
 YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes
 I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this?
 Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing
 We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work
 Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse
 You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt!
 D5, what up five?