Lyrical Breakdown of Get Ya Weight Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Attention all light as a feather, gravity-defying-ass niggas
You need to get your weight up, player
It's ridiculous at this point
I mean, I can hear your light-ass chain
Rattling when you come in the club, nigga
Sound like Santa Claus, just ching-a-ling-a-ling, ching-a-ling-a-ling
Riding around town in that light-ass vehicle
Every time your cell phone ring, your CD player stop
It's a damn shame, nigga
Your car ain't big enough
Your bank ain't big enough
Your gun ain't big enough
And your dank ain't big enough
Get your hate down and get your motherfucking weight up, nigga
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Yeah
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
What is?
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
Get your weight up
Get your weight up
Look out, pimp
Take a little break in the action
Action
Now I'm ripped, back at 'em
'Em
In my Palma Grandma Hemi RT Challenger smash
With a bottle of Richard Hennessy Cognac in my fucking lap and an
Ounce of broccoli in my drawers, on my Apple phone talking smack
Smack
My nigga Red Rock did the slap so you know I had to beat it back
Back
JL audio speakers shaking like they on crack
Crack
My feet the same color as my paint, Pirelli tires
Tires
Got a pocket full of bank and some blunts and cigarette lighters
Cigarette lighters
Pulling on my sleeves and jacking my jeans and slacks
Jeans and slacks
Smoking on some greens in my partner's garage, shooting craps
Craps
Got a nine-to-five before I 7-Eleven
Bet I hit my point, whose side bettin', my ninja?
Let me hit that joint
Let me hit that joint
30S in the summer, Rallys in the winter when it rains
Rubber bands full of 100s and 20s and 50s, no loose change
God's gift to the game
Game
Got everybody using D40's slang
Regular household name, give me the fatty and the fame
Fatty and the fame
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Uh
Couple cars, couple cribs
Get your weight up
Few hats, few zips
Get your weight up
Flip one into two
Get your weight up
Cashed out now I'm flossing my jewels
My jewels
Couple cars, couple cribs
Get your weight up
Few hats, few zips
Get your weight up
Flip one into two
Get your weight up
Cashed out now I'm flossing my jewels
My jewels
Pulling biscuits out of trees, my ninjas ain't ancient humble
See them bushes right there?
Yep, that's where we hide our bundle
Ain't nobody pumping fear, we do this for bread and meat
My niggas thirsty out here beefing with niggas cross the street
Four funerals this week, player ain't had no sleep
We was all supposed to meet but niggas nowadays they cheat
Gotta stay with your heat, gotta stay with your squeezer
My name ain't Tyler Perry but I pack pistols like Madea
That nigga there got bread but he ain't gonna put cheese on a pizza
They on that boy head like some stripes on a zebra
We so mainey out here in the paint, don't think that it's cute
40, You live in the 'burbs, pimp, how you stay in the loop?
I done seen it and lived it and done it, niggas don't want it
I keep it 100, not only that but I'm from it
Some of you suckers can't tell a prune from a plum
A crawfish from a prawn, a lake from a fucking pond
Pond
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Uh
Couple cars, couple cribs
Get your weight up
Few hats, few zips
Get your weight up
Flip one into two
Get your weight up
Cashed out now I'm flossing my jewels
My jewels
Couple cars, couple cribs
Get your weight up
Few hats, few zips
Get your weight up
Flip one into two
Get your weight up
Cashed out now I'm flossing my jewels
My jewels
Throw that old yowder up in the pot, let it simmer and bathe
With a little bit of water and Arm
Hammer then let it foam like aftershave
I like to serve my work wet so it weigh a hell of a lot more
You can smell the residue and the fumes from next door
When it comes to cooking, I'm a pro
A chemist from head to toe
Toe
Everybody know where I'm from, Vallejo
Don't tell my broad too much 'cause
You know these broads can get messy
Messy
They turn when they mad and call the law whenever they ready
Gotta be sharp like a machete
Solid, not bitch made
Made
Saucy like spaghetti
One day I'ma get saved
Saved
Right now I'm having fetti, trying to maintain my title
Title
On my knees praying every night, reading my Bible
Reading my Bible
Looking out for rivals, sleeping next to my rifle
Rifle
Olive oil on my forehead for my survival
For my survival
Drinking my worries away in this human zoo
Zoo
Trying to bust up out this cage, my ninja, that's what it do
That's what it do
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Get your weight up
What we supposed to do, my nigga?
What we supposed to do?
Uh
Couple cars, couple cribs
Get your weight up
Few hats, few zips
Get your weight up
Flip one into two
Get your weight up
Cashed out now I'm flossing my jewels
My jewels
Get off your ass and start playing
Get your weight up
Try to stack 100 grand
Get your weight up
Throw your turf in the sky
Get your weight up
Hustle now, player, rest when you die
Uh
Couple cars, couple cribs
Get your weight up
Few hats, few zips
Get your weight up
Flip one into two
Get your weight up
Cashed out now I'm flossing my jewels
My jewels
Yeah, man
Get your motherfucking weight up, junior
Get your weight up, nigga
Get off your motherfucking ass, nigga, start having yaper, nigga
Huh?
Get your motherfucking ass up and stop
Blaming it on the motherfucking man
Yeah
Niggas always trying to blame something on something, nigga
Huh?
Nigga always try to blame shit on the white man
Nigga always try to blame something on this bitch
All the time
Know what I'm talking about, nigga?
Get your motherfucking weight up, nigga, get
Your yapers, nigga, stop blaming D40, nigga
Get your money, get your chalupas, nigga, get your Yeti, nigga
Get your motherfucking allowance, bitch
As a grown man
Fuck wrong with you niggas?
Ho
Ho