No Brainer lyrics

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The LOX


[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Turn the music up

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, them hoes throwing pus*y like hand grenades
Don’t let it blow up in your face slime
Had to buy my di*k a barricade
And a motherf*ckin' K9
We murk n*ggas in the day time when the birds chirpin' and the flowers bloomin'
Everybody got automatics like c*ckin' back is too time-consumin'
Bought my b*tch her own business so she can stay the f*ck out mine
But she know hoes, hoes ain’t nothin' but hoes, ain’t good for nothin' but a house fire
Got a .9 right by her panty line, she’ll blow you away like a dandelion
And before they cross me, they’ll nail me to it
And I'ma dance when it's hammer time
My insides f*cked up, and it feels so good to be vandalized
And these bars is handlebars, 'cause when I spit, I handle mine
God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt, that’s a lie
Cause I come from that dirty-dirty, and I know pain like raps and rhymes, my n*gga
Doing big things, big wings, dragonflies
If I don’t live to see tomorrow, all my kids got daddy's eyes

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I hustle, hustle like the rent was due yesterday
Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight
Take these b*tches breath away, resuscitate
And the weed I smoke is strong as pepper spray, that strong
pus*y walls I interior decorate
All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape
Put in over time, that’s why I get paid the big check
Tote a .45 'cause they ain’t make the .46 yet
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Got all my n*ggas with me, that’s a no brainer
f*ck around and you can get shot up, like a low angle
Old ass money, I been ballin’ my n*gga
And I been stop wearing Versace
'Cause I was wearing Versace when Pac was wearin' Versace

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, real n*ggas say, "Woo woo"
And such and such kill such and such
The streets talkin', bullsh*t walks on crutches but it strut the strut
n*ggas panic, button pressin', the end is coming, count your blessings
We livin' in the day and time, where the Ten Commandments are now suggestions
How depressin', how unpleasant, click-clack, pow intestines
Bad b*tches in flower dresses with tight pussies, I found the crevice
High socks, and tie-dye shirts
My fashion statement is a run-on sentence
pus*y n*ggas still making me sick
Kill all them n*ggas, no more symptoms

[Verse 3: Flow with Lil Wayne]
I’m smokin' weed in my tool shack
I'm gettin' twisted like Allen wrenches
b*tch, come dance with the devil n*gga like ballerinas in catechism
Got a AK with a shell-catcher
And I'll pistol whip ya 'til your head swell up
No Xanax, just coke and Henny
I had to kick that sh*t like 4/20
And I hit yo' ass with the SIG Sauer (Boom)
Had them put you back together like a jigsaw
And I'ma still bring that bacon home
I don't really give a f*ck what the pigs thought
A pus*y-ass rat, that's Tom and Jerry (Yeah)
I was gettin' fat off of commissary (Yeah)
And rest in peace to my n*gga Soupy (Yeah)
I've been goin' in since Slime was buried (Suwoop)
And in jail, them snacks like bags of money
Just imagine what I had before a bag of cookies
A new deck of cards and a bag of coffee
Get you poked up dead in the shower, bloody
It's f*cked up but it's safe to say
For the last seven months, I felt right at home (True)
And with the same pen that they stabbed you with
I'll wash that b*tch off and go write a poem (Ugh)
n*ggas sleepin' on me, had to shoot one time just to see who'd wake
I don't see your fate but I can see you fake
I gotta light my grass just to see you snakes
b*tch, life is a gamble
Pay up what you owe boy
No drive-bys like they did Ricky
I'm hoppin' out like Doe Boy
(Do-do-do-do-do)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Hustle like the rent was due yesterday
Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight
On the edge, just one step away so step away
And the weed I smoke is strong as pepper spray, that strong
pus*y walls I interior decorate
All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape
Put it over time, that’s why I get paid that big check
Tote a .45 'cause they ain’t make a .46 yet

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Got all my n*ggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah
I got all my n*ggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah
Got all my n*ggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah
Blow your f*ckin' brains out, that's a no brainer, hahaha
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