Song: A Milli
Artist: Lil Wayne
Track Number: 3
Album: Tha Carter III
Lil Wayne A Milli Lyrics
A Milli by Lil Wayne
I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed...
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,
And the almighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f**k a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers... hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em,
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat em then you prop em,
You can't man em then you mop em,
You can't stand em then you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her dariaire
Like smokin the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, a muthfukin problem
Ok your a goon but what's a goon to a goblin
Nothin nothin you ain't scarin nothin
On some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodman
Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don't u hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
And she ain't shy nomore she changed her name to My bitch
Yea nigga that's my bitch so when she ask for the Money when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin if u got it
But u like a bitch with no ass u ain't got shit
Muthafuka I'm ill not sick
And I'm ok but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
Muthafuka I'm ill...
They say I'm rappin like BIG, jay, and tupac
Andre 3000 where is eryka badu at
Who dat said dey gon beat lil wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep dat flame man
Who dat one dat do dat boy ya knew dat tru da Swallow
And I be da shit now u got loose bowels
I don't O U like two vowels
But I would like for u to pay me by the hOUr
And I'd rather be pushin flowers
Then to be in the pen sharin showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she could'nt doubt me
Muthafuka I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin out the coupe look like it's poutin
I do what I do and u do what u can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountian
Don't u compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi
If this is "judgmentalism" then SO BE IT!!!
I have to admit that 'IT IS ME AND HOW I THINK'. Nothing more. Just me.
I am not an old man. Married and thus out of the 'game'. I can hang out with the boys and I am not averse to going to a club with the wife and having a good time. We do more house parties than clubs though.
Last night after bar hopping with a good friend - talking about marriage as a subject more than anything else my friend took me to the final club for the night. "Peppers" in Riverdale GA.
The house was packed. This is a nice place for working class Black folks to hang out and have a good time among friends. There are plenty of nice looking ladies there if you are seeking one.
The ladies. I was watching them. I realize that in many of their interests - "A nice beat" can get them dancing.
Inserted inside of the lyrics of these songs with "nice beats" can be any type of assault upon them. The DJ will not be told to turn off the music as it was offensive to them. If Don Imus was to reappear in another life as a Black man and a rapper - he would have no problem getting any word of insult passed through - as long as he added a beat to it.
Again - I know that it is just me.
I must be honest - the musical arrangement for Lil Wayne's song "A Milli" showed talent. I had never heard the song before. Once played - the dance floor got crowded and nearly every woman who was not on the floor stood up and were moving their hips or doing their steps right at their seats.
A party is no time to do my normal observations and analysis. I realize this but at the same time - in order to understand where the problem resides one must also be willing to be exposed to various elements.
Do not consider this "judgment". I don't do "moralism". If every last one of these people woke up this morning and went to church - this is fine with me.
View this in the context of FUNCTIONALITY. How might greater consciousness be achieved among our people when this type of foolishness is played with popular response? I truly hope that no one is indeed listening to the lyrics.