Sunday Night lyrics

[Intro: Baby]
Believe it, playboy
You know we the number one stunnas, boy
How you diggin' that, n*gga
Look, look-

[Verse 1: Baby]
Went to Miami, bought a Lam', and sure 'nough
My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlos, Cadillacs, and Jags
If it ain't a V8, that sh*t ain't fast
Vette's, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that sh*t out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' f*ck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks, Lexus trucks
Cadillac trucks, all the best for your buck
Six TV's with DVD's
Twenty-Gs worth of sound so a n*gga can hear me
We shine and floss, we pay the boss
Ten G's a night, we buyin' the ball
But one thing, n*gga: things ain't changed
Find me at a secondline doin' my thing
I'm rockin' ice, I pocket pipe
Corner pocket goin' down, we gon' be there tonight
It's wall-to-wall, killers and dogs
n*ggas actin' crazy, they ready to ball
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
See, a thrid ward n*gga don't play that sh*t
You get outta line, we'll kill you quick
See, a thrid ward n*gga don't play that sh*t
You get outta line we'll kill you quick
[Chorus: Baby & Mannie Fresh]
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that sh*t out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlos, and Regals still
Shorty, sh*t don't stop, n*gga, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that sh*t out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
n*gga, sh*t don't stop, playa, keep it real

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Look, now who Whee?
The n*gga ridin' top-down in the two-seat
You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak
You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off
Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
I will buy Bentley, body real wide
Sixteen with no license, still drive
That's a wild fella, watch your wife, I'll sell her
I'm up in the 2000 Kompressor, loud yellow
Dubs on skinnies, yeah, killin' ya
Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder
n*ggas ridin' big body Benz, stop it
I'll pull up next to 'em in a Lam', top this
I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to stay home."
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
Open up the back, sound got they damn head achin'
Me, I'm in the back seat playin' a Playstation, what!
[Chorus: Baby & Mannie Fresh]
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that sh*t out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlos, and Regals still
Shorty, sh*t don't stop, n*gga, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that sh*t out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
n*gga, sh*t don't stop, playa, keep it real

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]
That remote, hand it here, trucks with chandeliers
He don't have America Online up in here
Lay it down when I park it, iceberg carpet
Standin' 'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this."
Excursion from thirty feet away
Lil' n*ggas go and say, "How the f*ck he did that?"
"You heard where he live at?"
"Piranhas and iguanas - marble and glass."
"The bottom of his swimmin' pool said, "Kiss my ass"
n*ggas motherf*ck it, I take the St. Bernard project and gut it
And make it into one big crib
And when you pass in separate ward, scream out
"That's where Mannie Fresh live!"
Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the Caddy
Plus the alarm that say, "I love you, Daddy."
VCR, n*gga, please, unhook it
Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
A big-screen in the back of the Navigator that's green?
Chromed-out amplifiers, twenty-two inch tires
I don't want them, I want the fiber optic wires
I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires (What?)
How you love that?
[Chorus: Baby & Mannie Fresh]
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that sh*t out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlos, and Regals still
Shorty, sh*t don't stop, n*gga, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that sh*t out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
n*gga, sh*t don't stop, playa, keep it real

[Outro: Baby & Mannie Fresh]
Understand
We gon' keep this real
Goin' into 2001 on up to 3000
I'ma [?], I ain't goin' nowhere
For sure, Fresh
Without a doubt, playboy
I meant that sh*t
Ball 'til you fall
Believe that, n*gga
They gon' clone my ass
It's gon' be (Huh?) about eight of me
You see what I'm sayin'
Without a doubt
They can't get rid of me
Feel that sh*t
And I'm gone
You can't kiss me, but you can kiss my chain
Without-
You can kiss my watch (Lick the ice)
You can kiss my belt (Lick the ice)
You can kiss my shoes
But don't put your lips on me (Ice everywhere)
It ain't like that
We gon' dip 'em in platinum, playboy
{blows kiss} Ahhh, good night
Dip one up
We gon' dip one up platinum
Right now
If y'all can see, you gon' see
Nothin' but a brown-skin n*gga
Dip platinum
Grill platinum
Nothin' but ice
Nothin' but ice
Ice everywhere
Ten karats in my grill
And I keeps it real
How you love that n*gga