Favourite Things Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Chorus:] 

Coops, cars, big trucks 

We ride rims that keep spinnin' (uh huh) 

We stay so fly, bandanas and cush linen 

Chain swang, pinky ring, diamond things we ain't playin' 

These are a few of our favorite things (yea) 

[Juelz Santana:] 

Now I get flyer than most do 

Higher than most do 

G4's or better, how I fly through the coastal 

I'm live with the toast dude, I'm liable to approach you 

Like 'Hi' then 'Bye' and I will just roast you 

My dudes all the same here, we shoot off and bang here 

Red dot your nose like you was Rudolph the Reindeer 

I'm fast when I race cars, I smash and I scrape cars 

Love candy paint, but still keep my factory paint job (yup, yup, yup) 

I'm a mack and I play hard 

Choose a bitch, scoop a bitch, then back the play yard 

Like 'Hey ya, hey ma, open your mouth wide put your head down there' 

Respect me I'm a pimp 'round here 

Our doors go up on our whips 'round here (cause) 

These are a few of our favourite things (yea) 

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[Chorus] 

[Lil' Wayne:] 

Carter me I'm stuntin', the Carter yeah I'm youngin 

Automotors runnin' off body temperature look at ya 

Lookin' all shook up, I'm a fly nigga, rock my chain when I cook up 

Evisu's gettin' took up, Cavalli's in the cleaners 

Parallels on the beamer, I swear that bitch hotter 

than the bullets in Anena 

You talkin' to a fever, nigga get ya heat up 

And I'm a dirty south boy, nigga get ya teet up 

I hit like Roy, not Jones but Williams 

Findin' me a Kelly make some Destiny Children 

The recipe is Cristal and sizzurp 

Call that Crizzurp, get that from killer 

Cam that's my man, and Juelz that's my nigger 

Dip-dipset young money where the dessert 

Naw, where the desert 

It's right up in that Maybitch under that Corinthian leather 

(holla back nicca) 

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[Chorus] 

[Juelz Santana:] 

We ridin big yo (yea), we drivin' bog yo (yea) 

Stash box in the car we hidin' big blow 

Ask Joc (yea, yea), even the kids know (yea, yea, yea, yea) 

That I'm the shit show (yea) 

I ride more chrome, I rock more stones 

I got four chones, and I ain't talkin' cookies nigga 

I'm talkin' cash that last ('til when?) 

'Til the day that you pass 

I'm talkin true facts, I'm talking true stacks 

Coops black, Coops that come with the roof back 

Chasin' dig dough (yea), making big dough (yea) 

That what we live fo', get a grip ho 

That how we stroll down here, that's how we roll down here 

Spectacular chrome down here, that's how it go down here 

[Chorus]