Lyrics: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana. Other. Rollers And Riders.

[Lil Wayne:]
Yessir, Weezy F. Baby, ya,
I thank the lord each and every day,
And I'll have three blunts to sip air'y-aid
My grill looks like an iced out baracade
And I got more green than the everglades
I'm the ****, I am funky like I never bathe,
Baby, I'm tryin' to do numbers like a yellow page
When I was 14 I told my ma we will see better days
And sure enough I got misita in a better place
I ****s with Marley and Kapeeto from the eastside,
On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never D.I.
Keep my knees high in my levi, Now, don't **** up my de-sign
Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you felines
Yeah, you nigga's is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan?
I can **** around go by the store, but go head and get your lease sign
Yeah, go head, add another finger to the peace sign, that's the W and B sign, bitch
Yeah, ya' understands me, Mack they gonna' respect me

'Cause I'm a rider, I'm just another motha'****in' southsider
I'm on that syurp, so I act a 'lil tired
And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider
And everybody with me
[Repeat]

[Juelz Santana:]
(Haha)
Money over everything, accept blood, For money I do everything; shed blood, spill blood, kill 'ya
Fo'sho paper, you get slow'mo paper
They say my money ****in' up the ozone layer (Woah)
I got yacht money, you got robo' paper,
Told ya', my money waver tip yo' robo ova' (Ova')
I let the gats flare (Yep), quicker than the mac flare (Yep)
I hear ya' pussies need a pap-smear, haha, yeah
So come follow this (Come), gun-dermatoligist (Me)
One gun by the hip (Uh-oh), show you how the Poppa's sit (Pop, pop, pop)
Believe me, my bullets bite with a lobster grip (Damn)
And trust me, I know how to fish (Gotcha'), Boy
And I feel like a shark on his worst day (Move)
'Cause you're just a little mermaid
I got that promethazine flow (What's that?), Slow
They can't **** with me (Nope)
Let's go, come'on

Dipset, you know what it is, Santana, ay', ye'dig, all right, Dipset bitch,

I'm a roller, just another motha'****in' east'coasta'
I get high, I get twisted, never sober
And all my nigga's keep they hand on that toasta'
And you know what?
[Repeat]