So Little your motivation?
Is that a question? Do you have that written down in your notepad You be ashamed of yourself You me, girl I smell like
See, that's they don't understand To me it was get money or die I come up under Birdman the One Stunner You know what I mean I'm stunner Tha's all I know, that's all I ever Get or get nothing You what I'm saying and I feel that way for real
So hard I go I keep The so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chip trying to get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I hookie Dwayne absent keep looking I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block Ice so like heaven on the watch Yeah nigga, I done dropped one on the watch
So and see what I do Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing They got the shivers, I got the fever I got to bring the hood after Katrina Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Sick nigga bitch I that Leukemia Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so me
And that's just my right there That's what I'm trying to stress, you know what I'm saying If you don't me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real In my eyes, and that's all count to me you know So, is your considered the voice of Urban or America period I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I for And myself, you know what I mean, my family, that's who I My hommies, my girl, my life, you
C'mon, this shit, nigga, pump my shit You bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch You gotta claim that strip and go and flood bitch You gotta aim that shit and bust that shit Like motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Fucking with the boy, baby, a cambo If he won in leave him on the crap table
I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your Like make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?" get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it Then it's back to doing any damn just to get it The re-ups be birthday parties No to park the cars in the garages So the cribs all you see is the roggies If I ain't say it right, it, I ain't foreign me
And see that's where everybody get me at You what I mean I got that heat rock, for real Why do you think other rappers the impact of your music? That's because they ain't got that rock like me You know I mean ain't spitting like me, they spitting But, know what I mean, ain't got colds I got the flu over here man, for I need relief, help me, for real I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of for real
And on the bank, I'm doing much better Than a lot of niggas, I'm tired of these niggas Yawning when I see them me stretch and pull the burner I'm cocking back and passing, catch 'em in they sternum Ooh, that gone probably ya, that gone probably learn ya To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, come around here no more Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the bitch I'm the God I should ride with the But the boy so hood I just ride my hoe, yeah yeah
And tell 'em Hollygrove Tell 'em my last show Tell 'em my last hoe You just born to mack Call me Sanders bring the corner back, yeah I'm in my prime niggas back That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, as crack me
And that's what it is, nigga If you don't like my then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up That's how I was tough, that's how I was up And that's how I'ma go down, man, for Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat slow Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next