WALK IT OUT
LIK ITS YA LAST DAY
NEVA WALK OUT
IF ITS MY LAST PAY
SMOKE TILL I FADE AWAY
YUNG BLO BLUNTS
I NEEDS NO ASH TRAY
ITS YUNGIN BITCH
NEVA YUNGIN TRICK
HOES FALL DOWN LIKE RAIN DRIPS
I MEANT RAIN DROPS
BRAND NEW WHIP
SAME TOP
BRAND NEW BITCH
NO NEED FO A TOP
SHE DROP AH THONG
I DROP SUM SONGS
ON DA RADIO
STATIC A RIO'S(STATIC CHARGERS)
VICE LORD GANG
VICE LORDS BANGS
WE PUT ON YO ON
THA FRONT OF AH NEWS PAPER STAND
MAN..
DONT FUCK WIT ME
MASS OF DESTRUCTION
HEAVY METAL
HARD ROCK
ARRTILLERY
ARE YOU FEELIN ME
(NO HOMO)
MY LAST MIXTAPE
WENT GOLD ON MAYWOOD'S FRONT
IM HITTING ON RUNS
DESE NIGGAS FAILING FO A BUNT
IM FEENIN FO A BLUNT
I SMOKE ON DA TRACK
DEN DA TRACK BEGINS TO BUMP
AINT SPIT AH FREESTYLE N A FEW MONTHS
BALD EAGLE GANG
NO MO MONKS
STINK UP AH YA CRIB
WIT A GAT
NO MO SKUNKS
YA BITCH ON THE TOP
BUT I AINT TLKIN BUNKS
HAHA LOL
OKAYY IM OUTT

walk it out like a solider
i'm high roller
just like a coaster
gettin paper
like a folder
gettin cream
like folgers
while these nigga mean mug
lookin like posers
I'm salt
to these niggas in tea cups
gettin a playboy bitch
like Huff
For these dogs
im too rough
Your btich call me Daddy
like Puff
Knuck if you Buck
I already gave damn
and gave a Fuck
intill your bitch says "Enough"
I'm too Cold
Got her scream for Ice Cream
comin fast as lighting
nasty attudie
she said "chris just Bite me"
These nigga shaking like thunder
hoes call me superman
I got them all in wonder
I aint hata
but a lover
i make it reign
better take cover
I too high on the ladder
you in never ever
i'm cold as Denver
I bring the whole Ox
y'all just bring a sliever
I'M 1 and 2
The Gold and Silver
mark me as the Killer
i murder pencil, paper and easier
In each deliver
Los Angels
cut slice these lakers
like Clipper razors
cops shoot me with a tazor
i still do me
no matta what you do to me
matta fact
Kill me
I go so silly
i'm so illy
can really fear me?
i ain't juice to the game
I'm the orange
unpeel me
I'll progress
intill you kill thee
My flow is so current
i only have oltomals burning
if its whisher sweet
only grape i'm turing
purple smoking
for all y'all in learning
Not in a gang
but unproclaimed king
i gettin higher in the scean
I ask who the best was
the mirror said "Me"
and it didn't studier in its speech
I wear white shirt
and a black fleece
My flow dosn't stop
i goes right the sink
why not?
it has a leak
call Mr.
Plumper
or its Joe i need
I Crunked, square up
so i guess i get Geeked
NEB is just too elite
drop a nigga on head
before lil child speaks
we'll start the fight
when if you more deep
knock a nigga silly
lookin like grandma
with no teeth
bird more like flys
better flee
swing with a bat
the sound go "Dink"
maybe before you speak
you might think bout it
send "Buck, Buck, Buck"
and kept countin
intill my guns empty
now we way off balance
then get yo bitch's pussy teared
Have her all shaken up
then speared
call her Juielt
we must live on Mercury
Earth gettin too hot for this
I call it planet Sex

hey!my idol.... i like ur song!....

Check it check it my cottry some call me cottwezzy
cuz i smell so fresh i make a nigga snezze
i got the trees im the nigga wit the dime peice
cuz we dont talk it out we dont squash it out we box it out we shoot it out
thats wat ima bout so dont run yo mouth i throw it up for the south
so goin and talk but make sure u walk cuz when im done wit ya youll b outlined in chalk
cuz when i been the block my glock is cocked
and i aint gonna stop intil 1 of yall get popped and i aint afraid of the cops
my paper grows lik its a farmers crop but my money i got all it in stock
and yall thought i was gone but im back again but belive me if we get the fightin ima win
ima beast in the streets ill make u run scarred lik scooby doo win i come through
so jump in shaggys arms i wear my pants baggy cuz my gun so dont b alarmed
and u and u niggas mouth but say yall dont mean no harm
ima young nigga on the gun shoot ya and peirce ya lung
so check out my bathin apes i am a stronger then superman and i dont need a cape
and if they look my up ima plan an escape
ima fresh lik a water down grape
fresh of the vien livin niggas behind and im not the kind kinda guy
dont ask y im the kinda nigga that gotta lie
but im out till next time win i come out wit a better rhyme
(Cottry a.k.a. Cottwezzy a.k.a. cLo) Holla at ya boy

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Lil Wayne lyrics - Da Drought 3 lyrics - Walk it out (chalk it out) lyrics
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Drought 3
Look
I bought it out like stunna
I hope when we kiss we make u sick to yo stomach
Stunning like my daddy
And yo momma eat rubbers
I bet dat i can do da mouf 2 mouf with yo women
My house is a dungen
Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funion
Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunjion
Touchin up my flows like a nigga do construction
Da microfone wet cuz my words like seduction
N when we on the jet you dnt come up on da discution
And if you say you ballin we prolly dnt trust ya
N I knoe plenty freakin hoes dat prolly dnt fuck ya
Even if you pay em boy they prolly wont fuck ya
Only if i say dat she can touch ya like busta
But she might touch ya
And burn ya like usher
Me n my click we in red like blush
I shit this rappers out and sometimes i 4get 2 flush ya
Grand daddy purp or bubble kush crush ya
Explode in a bitch mouf like a gusher
Cash money young money
Check da production
I am just a martion
Get prepared for obduction
Haha


Haha

Uuum...
I walk it out like crutches
2 gurls jump me like double dutches
My nigga t-streets know a gurl named dutches
And everytime he see her in da streets she b cuzzin
I told em he should wave da black flag cuz she buggin
He said the pussy good
He said ya digg
So i dugg em
Im lookin for a real bad bitch wit a husband
I give em much dick
And a whole lot of nuttin
Im spittin like i stumbled on a gold pot of sumthin
And when i was 6 i saw my rolemodel hustlin
So i gotta hustle
These rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nuttin
You drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday
Fuck is da argue bout
Nigga da carter out
This is what i call da drought....3
N we dnt walk it out
We drop top porch it out
They better walk em out
Before we chalk em out
We chalk it out x7
we choke em out
They dnt want it na uh
No they dnt want it na uh
You see they phoney im not
Oh yeah they phoney im not
I east side walk it out
I bring New Orleans out
I am a saints fan
Oh yea we marchin now
Like were a saints band band
I play the organs now
And if they talk
Most likely im what they talkin bout
My nigga t from da east roll out dat forest now
Man im just tryin 2 get my peanuts im like charlie brown
Ok da uzi make dat holy sound
Take 2 of these and walk around
Come straight from that homeless town its ----- belong to carter now
Bitch

My momma raised me to be a good kid, but by the age of 12 I realized that wasn’t my bid,
Started thinking about all the riches that I could make, all I had to do was get a kitchen where I could bake,
Every where I turned I see niggas getting popped, I’m on my hustle and I aint never going to be stopped,
I got mind on my money and my money on my mind, every where I go I’m strapped with a nine,
The police always got me in for investigation; don’t say shit except let me get back to my occupation,
When I’m not on my hustle in writing these sick ass rhymes, in between lines I got and chop me up a gram size line,
I hope you recognize who’s coming out, I don’t want you paying the price, and you’ll end up in a body bag cause I’ll take yo life,
I’m just a young nigga out to make it in the hood, I’m going to be rich and its going to be for good,
I live life strapped up and high, never know if I’m going to make it home or die,

Its ya boy Two 3, and i just put a little somethin on tha beat, check it out and tell me what ya think! oh yea... nate the great... get at me brah

Boy ya dealin wit a hustla
disrepectin me end up wit clips to ya motha
keep on talkin and it will move 2 ya brotha
so now will ya family trust ya
no, i will cut ya
so i tell ya bitch to give me little bit like busta
and ya bitch want to cover me up live covers
and ya bitch want to eat me up like suppa
no t-pain, no rapper turned singa
and i come thru with the new hood banga
keep it on lock, no need for tha anger
fuckin wit me will lead to the danger
knock on ya doors like the neighborhood stranga
my hood throw it up like a white middle finga
follow my lead dog and i might train ya
dont marry bitchs and no i aint her lover
and no i didnt stutter
get messed up a couple nights then i recover
not too drunk to forget to use a rubber
and my pockets fat, kind of like a lot of blubber
no u not god so dont try to be the judger

here i come nate the great come get it everyone on dis page if you think you better dan me

I walk it out like ya mother
if she lived next to me homes i porbly would fuck ca
from 9 2 4 cus at 5 ya father comes home and then he loves ha
yo im the big dog her your just my little brother
i got on ya fake money clip yesterday what you tryin to cover
ya broke as hell shit don't tell me just tell ya lover
if she don't like it she can come and get some real nutt on her lips hahaha

im the birdman 3 call me lil nate
my shit is hella first ya shit is last place
you made me mad readin ya shit your shit should have been erased
even tho u in the elite your shit is still a fuckin discrace

yea that last part was to just get every ones attention iaight man now im bout to kill ya start the beat over...

um i rock the new like a baby
i have no pic but i could still take ya lady
your just a little bird here go get up ya weight b
ya mama been missin cus i been fuckin ha lately
so who gives a dam what u rate me

little birds don't flow without my supervision
i got made bread to feed ya but you act like a chicken
that means im tryin to teach ya but you seem to have detention
you need to try and get some real pussy and stop dam bitchin

i muder mad niggas call me mister murdle
mad green shit call me a ninja tuttle
ya tryed to hit back but this time im not crowded
treatin ya bitch rhymes like ima dog you about to get mounted

yea no hard feelins niggas im not goin easy on ya ya mother fuckin dig

yo been away cus my homiee died
cought the snitch and da nigga lied
opened his head and read his mind
real nigga memories is what we didn't find
so fuck it yea i commited a crime
have yall niggas see in shit like sprite wit lime
thank u see a bullet you duck wake up your flyin
now you in da clouds
yall had ya quiet but im gettin loud
now im sendin pussy niggas somewhere unaround
bitch niggas peace p2up and a-town down
so ima burn ya like a cd but no copies of you get made
yo bitch pussy be my money homiee ima bout get paid
when some of yall jumped my yea i was alittle afraid
but since my homiee gone nothin else to do but pray
for yall niggas cus my gats hurt and they about to explain da rage
pussy niggas listen good cus yall about to get liad
under a bridge or under the ground shit ill even have u liad in da shade
i think thats someone on here but no disrespect this shit is just for play
and when i said liad under you i don't think i ment to call u gay
but if the shoe fits just wear it and just call it another day (Nate the Great)

yo all da niggas here on dis page da thank that can rap if you want in a fye rap group you gone have to spit sometin fye i alrdy merked dis beat so yall won't top me ima post it here so yall can see how fye yall gone have to be