On My Own

Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Yeah, I'ma ride the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha

Eagle, Eagle Carter man (yeah)
In a '96 Regal contraband (okay)
On my way to the east, to the laundromat (okay)
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
Gotta flip them bricks, it be gone so fast (let's go)
I got to do something, I done blown my last
Dollar holler at your boy on the ave (uh)
And that cheap perico is what I'm known to have (uh)
Shit tend to be slow, I put on the mask (uh)
And make it Halloween and take all your bags
I say Holly-Hollygrove, won't you go on and stand (Hollygrove, yeah)
Up and make these motherfuckers understand (yeah)
I say, "Look, coach, you pitching at me underhand"
But I'm a designated hitter, I adjust so fast (Derek Jeter)
Y'all men designing women, I'm a woman's man (yeah)
I'm the Cash Money Prince, blow the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot
I'm trying to get backdoor, I demand it now
Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
'Fore the neighbors hear me over here tearin' it down
Yeah, it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince

This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)
This is me on my own
Let's get it on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)
This is me on my own
Let's get it on

And the handgun is so included (yep)
Don't get it confused, I want no confusion (nope)
And keep your ho, I don't want your contusions (nope)
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep movin' (let's go)
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance (let's go)
It's money over bitches that I'm gon' keep provin' (let's go)
It's Weezy F, I got your mama groovin'
Out of all the Hot Boys, she say I'm the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges, it's time to juice it
This game is a bitch and I'm tryin' seduce it
I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it
But the laser on the 45 is eyein' you stupid, oh
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But niggas'll never see me like Mama Tigger (oh)
A 80's-baby a fighting nigga
I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick
See me over the Viking stove I'm whitening bricks
Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips
Pop another one, shoot back while lighting a spliff
I do this, you catching my drift?
Representing with my section on my belly and shit
I am the prince

This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)
This is me on my own
Let's get it on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home
This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince)
This is me on my own
Let's get it on

So roll the carpet out (whoa)
'Cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South (whoa, whoa)
See you either in or you out and if you out stay in 'cause them warriors out (let's go)
Them vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out (let's go)
I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out (let's go)
No, nigga, I never call your house, I'm probably somewhere takin' Toya out
Not answering my phone, man, ignoring your spouse
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth (stop)
Hey, I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name, nah, better yet, point him out
Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about
New Orleans, whoadie, put the gat in your mouth
And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
Few roaches, but never had no rats in this house
Never tell on one another, leave that in the house
Always been a small hustler, move my packaging out
I ever run into some trouble, send them savages out
These niggas talkin' sweet, I get them cavities out
I got graveyard fliers, man, I'm passing them out (out)
Hey, bitch nigga, get your ass on the ground
And bow down to your majesty now, I am the prince

This is my town, my home (yeah)
This is my crown, my throne (the prince)
This is me on my own (the prince)
Let's get it on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
Let's get it on