There hasn’t been another rapper quite like Lil Wayne. Starting out as a member of the Hot Boys, Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. emerged as a shining gem of the Cash Money empire.

Although he dropped his solo debut, Tha Block Is Hot, in 1999, it wasn’t until the mid-00s that Weezy broke through as a bonafide rap superstar. Thanks to an unprecedented features run that saw him rap alongside everyone – from Rick Ross and T.I. to Destiny’s Child and Trina – Lil Wayne established himself as the best rappers of all time.

The most amazing thing, however, is that Wayne is still keeping up his legendary features run. It was only last year that he jumped on tracks with the likes of Westside Gunn and Tyler, the Creator, and showed the hip hop world, who was truly the greatest guest rapper of all time.

From Playaz Circle’s “Duffle Bag Boy” to Rick Ross’ “Maybach Music 2” to to DJ Khaled’s “We Takin’ Over”, here are the 25 best Lil Wayne guest verses of all time, in order.

French Montana ft. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne – “Pop That”

Album: Excuse My French

Released: June 15, 2012

Producer: Lee On the Beats

Bitch! Stop talkin' that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
I'm fuckin' with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin'
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I'm a beast, I'm off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like in a Rubik's
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick, ho
I’m 5'5" but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana, fuck Joe
It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's Truk the world
It's Truk yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!

Kanye West ft. Lil Wayne – “See You in My Nightmares”

Album: 808s & Heartbreak

Released: November 24, 2008

Producer: Kanye West

Baby girl, I'm finished, I thought we were committed
I thought we were cemented, I really thought we meant it
But now we just repent it, and now we just resent it
The clouds is in my vision, look how high that I be getting
And it's all because of you, girl, we through
You think your ish don't stank, but you are Mrs. P-U
And I don't see you with me no more
Now tell everybody that you know, that you know

2 Chainz ft. Drake & Lil Wayne – “I Do It”

Album: B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time

Released: September 10, 2013

Producer: D. Rich, Diplo (co.), Wonder Arillo (co.)

Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do them both, double dribble
I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shoutout to all of my hoes
Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro
And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole
I’m colder than a snotnose, man all these hoes is my hoes
And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in
Niggas lying, they pretend, don’t cross that line, it's paper thin
High as a star, make a wish, I’m a shark, I ate the fish
I got no heart, I hate that bitch

Jay Rock ft. Lil Wayne & – “All My Life (In the Ghetto)”

Album: Follow Me Home

Released: October 16, 2008

Producer: Cool & Dre

Yeah, times is hard as it is
That's why I got guns and my guns got kids
That's why I be going so tough on them hoes
I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold
Fuck with a nigga, let's go fuck with some hoes
Hear them bitches screaming like they stuck in a hole
I am not a demon but was once a lost soul
'Til I found myself a block away from the crossroad
I have, outgrown the fishbowl
And now I'm on my feet like a fucking insole
And yeah it may hurt like a fucking lymph node
But it's fuck the world like a fucking nympho
And we spend dough cause we make more
And I make sure when I say so
It's Jay Rock and Weezy, need I say more?
Clothesline the beat, Ted DiBiase flow

T-Pain ft. Lil Wayne – “Can’t Believe It”

Album: Three Ringz

Released: July 29, 2008

Producer: T-Pain

Now I can put your ass out
Keep running your mouth
And if your brothers come tripping
I'mma show em what these teardrops bout
Shawty I was just playing
Oh but I can take you to the Cayman Islands
Have you screaming and hollering
We gonna be making
Love on the beach
The people see what we doing
Aww, they pointing and ooing
Oh but we gone keep on doing it
Like it's just me and you and no one else around
It went down on the balcony
And I ain't talking no penthouse suite
Shawty like a model out the Penthouse Sheets
That's why I got her on my Penthouse Sheets

Drake ft. Lil Wayne – “The Motto”

Album: Take Care

Released: November 29, 2011

Producer: T-Minus

One time, fuck one time
I'm callin' niggas out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy, so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO, add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, tore down
I'm twisted, doorknob
Talk stupid, off with your head
Nigga, money talks, and Mr. Ed, yeah
I'm so Young Money
Got a drum on the gun, Energizer Bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't shit sweet, niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue-kiss her other tongue
Skeet, skeet, skeet, water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt, Tunechi

Kanye West ft. Lil Wayne – “Barry Bonds”

Album: Graduation

Released: September 11, 2007

Producer: Nottz, Kanye West

I'm so bright, not shady
My teeth and my ice so white like Shady
Ice in my teeth so refrigerated
I'm so fuckin' good like I'm sleepin' with Meagan (Ha!)
I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns, and Reagans
Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them
Oops, I meant "have them"—I'm so crazy
But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies
I'm such a hayvoc—oops, I meant "havoc"
And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit
And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family
Stove on my waist turn beef to patties (Bow!)
And I ate it 'cause I'm so avid (No homo)
And I don't front and I don't go backwards
And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit
And you can get buried—suck my bat, bitch (ha!)

Birdman ft. Drake & Lil Wayne – “Money to Blow”

Album: Priceless 

Released: September 16, 2009

Producer: Drumma Boy

Well, I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
C—Come to V.I.P. and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry because everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers—that kush
I promise, that's my dude, but we don't smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women—make you take a second look
We popping like champagne bottles, but we never shook
And we gon' be all right if we put Drake on every hook

Bun B ft. Lil Wayne – “Damn I’m Cold”

Album: II Trill

Released: May 20, 2008

Producer: CHOPS

See, when I got Mercedes money, I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money, I went and got that Bentley
Now, if you ain't help me make it, don't tell me how to spend it
And yes, I know the rules: never marry Robin Givens
Mozzarella over bitches, so we call them bitches cheeseheads
Lambeau Leap in that pussy like in Green Bay
Lambo' sweet, look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty, 'cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three, wait; four-four makes eight
Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12-gauge
Friday the 13th: that's the day that hell raise
But y'all boys too weak, like fourteen days
I'm so clean; why wouldn't I be?
I be with Ben Frank so much, he starting to look like me
I'ma smoke my weed, 'cause I don't want to smoke yours
And I pour four every time I pour

Chris Brown ft. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes – “Look at Me Now”

Album: F.A.M.E.

Released: February 1, 2011

Producer: Diplo, Afrojack, Free School

Man, fuck these bitch-ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges
I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit
No, I'm pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a fuck about a hater
Got money on my radar, dressed like a skater
Got a big house, came with an elevator
You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said "shoot 'em", and I said "okay"
If you wanted bullshit, then I'm like, "¡Olé!"
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm out of my head, bitch, I'm outta my mind
From the bottom I climb, you ain't hotter than mine
(Nope) Not on my time, and I'm not even tryin'
What's poppin', slime? Nothin', five
And if they trippin', fuck 'em, five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive
These niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
CîROC and Sprite on a private flight
Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light
And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
And my momma's nice, and my daddy's dead
You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild
Been here for a while, I was like, "Fuck trial"
I puts it down, I'm so Young Money
If you got eyes, look at me now, bitch!

Westside Gunn ft. Lil Wayne – “Bash Money”

Album: Hitler Wears Hermes 8: Sincerely Adolf

Released: August 27, 2021

Producer: Denny Laflare

Karate with the stars, nigga
Got my feet kicked up that far, nigga
Black belt, Balenciaga jeans, yeah, it's soft denim
Got the bulge in 'em, that's all cheese, Sargento
Got the new spot, glass house, that's all windows
I be starin' out 'em all day lookin' for God's signals
Starin' out into my driveway at the different car symbols
All big bodies with soft guts like scar tissue
These funny cats'll Garfield you
I just let this chopper ring, won't even phone bill you
Long money, long magazine, long pistol
These Celine tall Timbs is mean, short temper
Ah yes, money talk givin' niggas little man complex
Four finger rings will limit hand to hand contact
Tunechi 3K, three bad bitches with me, booty beefcake
My homie in the back masked up like lucha libre (Baow), uh
All black nina, call her dark and lovely
Feds took my gold one, I cried like they took my daughter from me
You don't know the half of it, bullets givin' c-sections
Split niggas in half for me, on codeine, I'm a crash dummy
Big dog, get swallowed down to my last puppy
I could make your Kim, Kourtney, Khloe do the dash for me
Young Money, Cash Money, uh, blast for me
Throw some money on the dancer, make some money dance for me

Destiny’s Child ft. T.I. & Lil Wayne – “Soldier”

Album: Destiny Fulfilled

Released: November 9, 2004

Producer: Rich Harrison, Beyoncé Knowles

Hey, see, Cash Money is a army
I'm walking with purple hearts on me
You talking to the sergeant
Body marked up like the subway in Harlem
Call him, Weezy F. baby, please say the baby
If you don't see me on the block I ain't trying to hide
I blend in wit' the hood, I'm camouflage
Bandanna tied, so mami join my troop
Now every time she hear my name she salute!

A$AP Rocky ft. Lil Wayne – “M’$”


Released: May 26, 2015

Producer: Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Mike Dean

Money talk and dogs bark
I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
Lambo, brand new Lambo
With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
I'm outchea, I'm so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
I swear niggas better wear riot gear
Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give 'em diarrhea, oh
I re-up tonight, I'ma be up tonight, cookin' a key up tonight
Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw a three up in time
Put a B up, let's fight, don't get beat up tonight
Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white
I got pink, I got pints, I got lean, I got ice
I got needles and pipes, I got clean, I got right
I got mean, I got nice, that's that Tina and Ike
I don't lean on her price, I don't cheat on her price
Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
S'what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
I eat seafood and steak
But girl, I'ma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
But wait let's talk about M's, not about them
I love my BM's, I love my YM ain't no more CM
Let's pluck out the stems, let's fuck like a nymph
She walk out, she limp, it's dark and we dim, yeah
We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi

Fat Joe ft. Lil Wayne – “Make It Rain”

Album: Me, Myself & I

Released: October 31, 2006

Producer: Scott Storch

Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror
Got a hand full of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (oh!) I'm in this bitch with the Terror
Got a handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (oh!) make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (oh!) I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (oh!) I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (oh!) I make it rain on them hoes

Nicki Minaj ft. Drake & Lil Wayne – “Seeing Green”

Album: Beam Me Up Scotty 

Released: May 14, 2021

Producer: GOVI & Kid Masterpiece

I'ma pull up so lit, I just might crash, dawg
Let me take this Balenciaga mask off to ask y'all, "Who asked y'all?"
Cita told me to stunt my ass off, that's all
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, he was a good cat, my bad, dawg
Don't put no K after that B-Boy, "Bad kall," that's flag talk
Fuck around and knock your flag off, I had to
I wore a Gat' before a tattoo, I had to
As a matter of fact, I had two
No cap, I'm on them capsules, I done relapsed, boo
But I been on my feet since Cinderella lost her glass shoe
The cash blue, but I'm still seein' green
I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean
My bitch a vacuum
I told her, "Keep me clean," the scene serene
I'm a badonkadonk and bikini fiend
I just need a queen that ain't scared to fuck a Stephen King
I used to live next door to Drake and Momma Dee
And Lisa Dee on Eagle Street
How I go from bars on the screen door to the TV screen?
Don't ask me, but never change the channel
Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals
Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake
Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle
My lil' ho out Atlanta, got a ho out Atlanta
With a ho out Atlanta, she a ho out Atlanta
We get it, it's the same in each city
My bitch dance better than P. Diddy's
And ever since the pandemic
They don't wanna let Drake out of Canada
I been screamin', "Free Drizzy"
I know bae trust my vision but don't want me to see prison
Said, "I can't make no promises, either leave or come visit
But leave the keys to your heart next to your soul and your spirit"
Some see graffiti as art, some could see hoes to be women
But I'm the greediest shark amongst an ocean of killers
I put you six feet deep, I'm bein' socially distant
Nina Ross on the hip, the .44 is my mistress
Extra shots, extra clips, ain't talkin' videos nor vixens
Just come and see about it, bitch

Tyler, the Creator ft. Lil Wayne – “Hot Wind Blows”

Album: Call Me If You Get Lost

Released: June 25, 2021

Producer: Tyler, the Creator

Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me
Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef
And I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat
Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me
From y'all to me, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering
I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet
The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me
Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now
Let's touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns
I fuck 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out
And speed up my flow, I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow
And I'm in need of a flow, might eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho (Oh)
I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', as cold as the devil and demon and ghost
I'ma get even and even, get even some more, it's too late to even get low, baow
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know, Mula, Weezy the G.O.A.T.
The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula (Bitch)

Tech N9ne ft. Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Krizz Kaliko – “Fuck Food”

Album: All 6’s and 7’s

Released: June 7, 2011

Producer: Seven

Uh, now put the pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like a q-tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherfucker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncle”
Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads
I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed
Fuck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg
I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red
I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg
I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ her run
I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it

Drake ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem – “Forever”

Album: More than a Game (soundtrack)

Released: August 27, 2009

Producer: Boi-1da

Okay, hello, it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target
If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just New Orleans
And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops
Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, "To the top"
Life is such a fuckin' roller coaster, then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention
I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer
I'm restin' in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover
Shh, my foot's sleepin' on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh

Drake ft. Lil Wayne – “Miss Me”

Album: Thank Me Later

Released: June 1, 2010

Producer: Boi-1da, 40

Ooh, shit, motherfucker, God damn
Kickin' bitches out the condo like Pam
Gettin' money every day, I'm a groundhog
'Bout to scoop ya girl up like a ground ball
I walk light so I don't piss the ground off
Man, I swear, my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown off
Ew, that's nasty
Yes, I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic
James Bond cologne, honey I put on
Make 'em run and tell they friends like a marathon
Voice baritone, haters carry on
Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes
Young Money's Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone
When she masturbate to me, that's how she learn every song
To the women I condone, better write me when I'm gone
No, I'm not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack Bone
Uh, I'm a love machine
And I won't work for nobody but you
It's only me and her 'cause the Bugatti a coupe
It's Blood gang, slime, but I parlay with Snoop
I ain't lyin', I shoot, you don't need signs for proof
Turn you to a vegetable like you lyin' in soup
And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose
Man, I got so many styles, I am a group
Ha ha, damn! I'll be gone 'til November
But fuck it, I ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gon' kill 'em
I'm stickin' to the script like lint on denim
Momma said "If the rules ain't bent, don't bend 'em"
Real nigga talkin' – shut the fuck up, ho!
Gotta do it one time for Haiti – what up, Zo?
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for Front Do'
'Cause that's where I brang it
Soo-woo if you bangin', motherfucker!

Juvenile ft. Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne – “Back That Azz Up”

Album: 400 Degreez

Released: June 11, 1999

Producer: Mannie Fresh

Now-now-now-now-now after you back it up then stop
Then wha-wha-what, drop-drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
Now wha-wha-wha-what, drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop-drop it like it's hot
C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop-drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop-drop it like it's hot

Playaz Circle ft. Lil Wayne – “Duffle Bag Boy”

Album: Supply & Demand

Released: May 1, 2007

Producer: M16

If I don't do nothin', I'ma ball
I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall
Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy
Said go and get your money, little duffle bag boy
Get money
I ain't never ran from a nigga
And I damn sure ain't 'bout to pick today to start runnin'
Look, honey
I ain't never ran from a nigga
And I damn sure ain't 'bout to pick today to start runnin'
Get money

Rick Ross ft. Kanye West, T-Pain & Lil Wayne – “Maybach Music 2”

Album: Deeper Than Rap

Released: May 19, 2009

Producer: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll
That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes
I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you
And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do
Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like Tough-Actin' Tinactin
I'm running this shit, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate
You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks
And then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's it
Maybach Music!

T.I. ft. Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne & M.I.A. – “Swagga like Us”

Album: Paper Trail

Released: September 9, 2008

Producer: Kanye West, Mike Caren (add.)

No one on the corner has swagger like moi
Church, but I'm too clean for the choir
I require what I desire
I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream "¡Papí, no más!"
Run up in your shit, just me, no más
Runnin' this shit like I got four thighs
No one has swagger like these four guys
Now when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than the swag or dagger all metal
And my jewels blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows: stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet, make you feel special
Ha! What the fuck you boys talkin' 'bout?
I know it's us, 'cause we the only thing to talk about

OutKast ft. Lil Wayne – “Hollywood Divorce”

Album: Idlewild

Released: August 22, 2006

Producer: André 3000

And I'm a star
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealing from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
Oh, but you right if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on but you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant Cobra
I'm so not sober, I'm high like a Hollywood
Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller
Hold up, your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know and did you know
I'm the creator of the term, I just straightened the perm
They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
Make a movie of our lifestyle, but they earn
Like a dead body burned on the mantle piece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze
Defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne, don't make me none
So that's why I got a pre-nup
I do

DJ Khaled ft. Akon, T.I., Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Birdman & Lil Wayne – “We Takin’ Over”

Album: We the Best

Released: March 27, 2007

Producer: Danja

Ah, I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I'm untamed, I need a leash
I'm insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on Easy Street?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like my Sprite Easter pink
And my wrist-wear Chopard but the Müller's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor
Red light, red light, stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big kahuna, y'dig?