Uptown (feat. Bun B & Lil Wayne)

Yeah
 Uh-huh
 Uh, hardly home but always repping
 You hardly on and always second
 When I'm awake, you always resting
 And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned
 I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions
 Other niggas' situations, they are all depressing
 That's why I never follow y'all suggestions
 I just always did my own thing
 Now I run the game, you stupid mother-suckas
 I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes
 Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better
 'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 Yeah, wrong way down a one-way
 Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday
 Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who
 Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you"
 And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house
 Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me giving her mouth-to-mouth
 Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her
 I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther
 I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady
 They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady
 Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy
 Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady
 Damn, whose line is it anyways?
 I'm in a daze, you been amazed
 Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage
 I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze
 I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice
 And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright
 Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will
 I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real
 Put it to ya life
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest
 Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused
 The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's
 Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust
 Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on
 I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb
 I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight
 From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike
 Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night
 Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white
 Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right
 Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night
 This that major moment you've been waiting on for too long
 The best that ever did it and doing it on a new song
 UGK and Young Money, too strong
 Bound to be in the green like a crouton
 So what the fuck is you on?
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
 I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy
 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had, boy
 Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy
 Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch
 And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch
 I'm so uptown
 And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
 And now I'm on that rock shit
 But why they let me in? I'ma start shootin' in the mosh pit
 Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
 Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay (Young Mula, baby)
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 
 Yeah
 Uh-huh
 Uh, hardly home but always repping
 You hardly on and always second
 When I'm awake, you always resting
 And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned
 I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions
 Other niggas' situations, they are all depressing
 That's why I never follow y'all suggestions
 I just always did my own thing
 Now I run the game, you stupid mother-suckas
 I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes
 Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better
 'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 Yeah, wrong way down a one-way
 Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday
 Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who
 Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you"
 And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house
 Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me giving her mouth-to-mouth
 Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her
 I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther
 I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady
 They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady
 Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy
 Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady
 Damn, whose line is it anyways?
 I'm in a daze, you been amazed
 Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage
 I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze
 I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice
 And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright
 Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will
 I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real
 Put it to ya life
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest
 Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused
 The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's
 Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust
 Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on
 I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb
 I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight
 From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike
 Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night
 Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white
 Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right
 Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night
 This that major moment you've been waiting on for too long
 The best that ever did it and doing it on a new song
 UGK and Young Money, too strong
 Bound to be in the green like a crouton
 So what the fuck is you on?
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
 I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy
 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had, boy
 Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy
 Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch
 And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch
 I'm so uptown
 And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
 And now I'm on that rock shit
 But why they let me in? I'ma start shootin' in the mosh pit
 Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
 Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay (Young Mula, baby)
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 
 Yeah
 Uh-huh
 Uh, hardly home but always repping
 You hardly on and always second
 When I'm awake, you always resting
 And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned
 I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions
 Other niggas' situations, they are all depressing
 That's why I never follow y'all suggestions
 I just always did my own thing
 Now I run the game, you stupid mother-suckas
 I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes
 Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better
 'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 Yeah, wrong way down a one-way
 Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday
 Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who
 Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you"
 And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house
 Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me giving her mouth-to-mouth
 Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her
 I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther
 I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady
 They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady
 Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy
 Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady
 Damn, whose line is it anyways?
 I'm in a daze, you been amazed
 Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage
 I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze
 I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice
 And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright
 Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will
 I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real
 Put it to ya life
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest
 Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused
 The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's
 Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust
 Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on
 I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb
 I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight
 From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike
 Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night
 Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white
 Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right
 Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night
 This that major moment you've been waiting on for too long
 The best that ever did it and doing it on a new song
 UGK and Young Money, too strong
 Bound to be in the green like a crouton
 So what the fuck is you on?
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on
 I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
 I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy
 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had, boy
 Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy
 Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch
 And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch
 I'm so uptown
 And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
 And now I'm on that rock shit
 But why they let me in? I'ma start shootin' in the mosh pit
 Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
 Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay (Young Mula, baby)
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
 That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
 I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
 I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on