fireman
Weezy Baby
Shh, the Fireman comin'!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Uh-oh)
Yeah (I'm back), yeah
That's right (Yeah)
Birdman! (Yeah)
They gon' have to call the law
Uh-uh! I'm back! (I tried told 'em)
What ya gon' do now? (Yeah)
I'm the Fireman, Fire, F-Fireman (Oh!)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (Oh!)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (Oh!)
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (I-I got 'em)
(Get 'em) You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
(I, I-I-I, uh-I got 'em)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man (Uh-uh!)
He-Man, ski mask
Spending next week's cash, he fast (OHH!)
And I don't even need a G pass (Nope), I'm past that
I'm passing 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah)
And my chain, Toucan Sam that (Ha!)
Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no!)
Gotta be abstract (Oh, no!)
You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What? What?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy!)
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack (Ayy!)
My girls can't wear that
Why? That's where my stash at (Nuh-uh-uh!)
I put my mack down (Yeah), that's where you lack at (Yeah)
She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'mma wax that (Got em!)
I rekindled the flame (Got em!), she remember the name (Got em!)
It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?)
Mama, gimme that brain (Yeah), mama, gimme that good (Yeah!)
'Cause I'm the fireman (Oh!), you hear the fire truck
I'm the Fireman, Fire, F-Fireman (I-I, uh-I)
I got that fire, I'm hollering (I-I, uh-I)
I got that fire, come and try me, and (I-I, uh-I got 'em)
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (I, I-I, uh-I got 'em)
(Get 'em) You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
(I, I-I, uh-I got 'em)
Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior
Money too long, teachers put away your rulers
Raw Tune, not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds
(Sexy!) I'm hot, but the car cool
She wet, that's a carpool
Been in that water since a young'n, you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse, don't snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumbs bruised
Your new girlfriend is old news
You ain't got enough green and she so blue
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew
Now watch me melt; don't burn yourself, 'cause –
I'm the Fireman, Fire, F-Fireman
I got that fire, I'm hollering, I got that fire, come and try me, and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
(Get 'em) You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Yeah, riding by myself; well, really, not really (well...)
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180 (that's right!)
Half, of the game too lazy
Still sleeping on me but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep
I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em, yeah
It's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah
Come on mama, let the Carter make ya
Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry-grape ya
They ball when they can, and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game, like Jordan and Payton
Y'all in the race, and me, I'm at the finish line
Been running for too long, it's time to give me mine
Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I
Weezy, allergic to wintertime — Hot!
I'm the Fireman, Fire, F-Fireman
I got that fire, I'm hollering, I got that fire, come and try me, and
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
(Get 'em) You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Yeah, I-I-I got 'em
I-I-I got 'em
Ay, B – I got 'em
Ay, T – I got 'em
Ay, Slim – I got 'em
Yeah, don't worry
Don't worry
I'mma put you out