This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
(David, David, David, David, David Banner)
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (uh)
Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the isle like the bride and her daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris
Hilton presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the sun, day after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy
Oscar De la Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga, keep jabbin'
See, my style it varies like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga, write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes, apparently
A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga, I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride (ow)
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses, Hersey's
I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston
Oh, and did I mention, I'm fly like a pigeon (okay)
Higher than gas prices and Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart (huh)
The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar (yeah)
Weezy, I'm sick (sick) from all this tourin' (ha)
He told me "Sip this, then call me in the morning"
Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life (life), and then I got horny (haha)
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch
You know a nigga been home, honey (huh)
Money fuckin' retarded, call it down syndrome money (uh-huh)
My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed "Sickle cell bread" (okay)
My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed (uh-huh)
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock (uh-huh)
These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class (huh, ha)
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass (uh-huh)
They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley ready (Okay)
And zoom in with them cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry (uh-huh)
My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe
Like purchase purses, places or them things that you can't conceive (huh, uh-huh)
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet (ha)
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (whoa)
I hope you niggas know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper (ha), niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (okay)
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (uh)
Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the isle like the bride and her daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries
Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris
Hilton presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the sun, day after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy
Oscar De la Hoya, box you like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga, keep jabbin'
See, my style it varies like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga, write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes, apparently
A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga, I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride (ow)
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses, Hersey's
I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston
Oh, and did I mention, I'm fly like a pigeon (okay)
Higher than gas prices and Las Vegas trickin'
I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart (huh)
The Polo be cream but the Prada's caviar (yeah)
Weezy, I'm sick (sick) from all this tourin' (ha)
He told me "Sip this, then call me in the morning"
Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman
In my life (life), and then I got horny (haha)
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch
You know a nigga been home, honey (huh)
Money fuckin' retarded, call it down syndrome money (uh-huh)
My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed "Sickle cell bread" (okay)
My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed (uh-huh)
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock (uh-huh)
These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class (huh, ha)
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass (uh-huh)
They movin' on a nigga as I walk through the valley ready (Okay)
And zoom in with them cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry (uh-huh)
My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe
Like purchase purses, places or them things that you can't conceive (huh, uh-huh)
Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet (ha)
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (whoa)
I hope you niggas know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper (ha), niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (okay)
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Started out hustlin' (ended up ballin')
Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet
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i got this off an album called "Tha Carter III (The Beginning". the name of the song above is "La La La".
here are the lyrics of the actual 'La La' feat Brisco & Busta Rhymes:
la, la la la, la, la la la la
uh! sittin' in a caddy, wright like betty floatin' up the isle like the bride and her daddy hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict man i swear i'm on top like the attic yea bitch i be wit my dog like shaggy and we stay clean but we get dirty like harry flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries fuck me, i'm all about weed like paris hilton, presidential suite already i'm richer than nicole and i'm a lion like her daddy i am hotter than the sunday after saturday i swear i'm a savage like noah, ben, and randy oscar de la hoya, box ya like a casket or diego coralles, nigga keep jabbin' see my style it varies, like drugs in an alley my leather so soft my paint prettier than halle wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody but i ain't tellin' jokes... apparently a parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye you hurt her you kill me and nigga i ain't about to die see y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky i swear i look in her face and i just want to break out and fly 4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry i'm richer than all y'all i got a bank full of pride ow!
[chorus] started out hustlin', ended up ballin' nigga i'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
started out hustlin', ended up ballin' started out hustlin', e-ended up ballin' nigga i'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette
my paint bubblelicious, the motor so vicious the rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses: hershey's. i'm hyper, jumpin' like a piston and when i'm in detroit i be ballin' like a piston oh, and did i mention i'm fly like a pigeon higher than gas prices, you las vegas trickin' i'm nine under par in the bentley golf cart the polo be cream but the bottle's caviar weezy i'm sick from all this tourin' you told me, sip this, then call me in the morning and i vow i never trust another woman in my life, and then i got horny
[chorus]
see i ain't goin' nowhere bitch you know a nigga been home honey money fuckin' retarded, called it down syndrome money my cake sick shift, they diagnose sickle cell bread the revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed like a mattress from sing-sing or way down to comstock these bitches call me bling king i shit when the bomb drop and sprinkle diamonds all over niggas flawless in d-class then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass they movin' on a nigga as i walk through the valley, ready? and zulu with the cameras like i'm dickin' down halle berry my money help me do things that you niggas can't believe like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can't conceive like interactin' with women, the caliber of janet i sit and master my vision and massacre the planet- whoa! i hope you niggas know just what it is when i'm countin' my paper, niggas know i'm handlin' my biz.
[chorus]
not weed. we.<br /> <br /> i'm all about "we", like paris. get it? in paris, they say "oui", which sounds like "we"?<br /> <br /> i just got it today. it's pretty genius.
Why are there like no comments on any of Lil Wayne's songs?!
I have no idea?!
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i really like the beat off this one, anyone know the sample? also, why are his mixtape tracks soo much better than his legi album releases?
this is my favorite lil wayne song! the world play and lyrics are great :]
haha i think he likes to drag us on. hes either on or off when he writes. he is always great web he records so sum of his deeper stuff doesn't make the cut. He truly is the best lyricist since tupac
good smokin' song
I wrote a song for my girl-friend and I used this beat for it. She cried. She loved it. See I cheated on her and she broke up with me, we were seperated for a year and i knew i couldnt live without her, so i quit my band for about 6 months to work on some solo stuff and this song is the on one I worked on hard. The others are still a work in progress and Ive never used anyones beats before but I liked this one so much I had to. Good track! =]
This is not La La off of The Carter III.
iTs not supposed to be La La off the carter III . thats why i've always wondered why he says carter III come on! at the beqinninq of the sonq, which cd is this sonq actually on ?