Now this is what they been waiting fornYa dig? (Ya dig!)nSanta (Weezy F)nnHey Wayne, what you been workin on nigga?n(Um, you know, I got Currency albumnAnd Kweli workin on my album)nOh I'm ready to brush my shoulders offnAnd drop my next album too niggan(That's what it is!)nBut dig this:nThey wanna know what we been workin on togethern(That's that can't feel my face shit)nSo if they ever thought the South and the North is gonna collidenGuess what? We already did (already)nn[Juelz Santana]nI'm feeling like a Black Republican, nah, I can't call itnMore like a Black Democrat, runnin them outta officenYoung Barack-a Obama, I'm all for itnThe rock of Gibraltar is now falling, on yanI protect my land, like a farmernPockets stay chubby like ToccaranOr should I say fat like the Parkers?nTote big guns like I'm still playing ContranY'all washed up like money that's launderednY'all funny, I'm bonkersnHonest, girl strapped to my dick like a harnessnRockstar, flyer than a ostrichnAnd I cover east west north south like a compassnI shall shine forever, never tarnishnMoney buried behind my house like a gardennAll green, my bank account's like a forestnI can't feel my face, it's getting startednAnd Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?)nA black activist like Sonny CarsonnStripes of a sergeant, salute menAnd chicks, I get em high, higher than turbulencesnWhite phantom, lookin so FergaliciousnI'm from the city of big drugs and murder victimsnIt's get rich, go to jail or be a murder victim (Ay!)nNow all y'all listennIf you can't take the heat, get out the kitchennn[Lil' Wayne]nI feel like a Black RepublicannTote a Mac in the public andnAct so Southern, die for my brother andnMoney, money money like money mac and publishinnOne life to live, never ask for a mulligannStreets cold but the heat make me feel covenantnBeen had cake, they late like Ed SullivannFly like a eagle, but no I'm not DonovannBoy you better go eat some soup with your mom and themnAnd my mind is on another continentnI am real cash money, no counterfeitnI don't parking lot pimp, I just politicnBet I get all in her mouth like PolidentnNew Orleans representer to the innernCome from the city where the glitter don't glimmernThe sun don't shine and the guns don't sleepnWake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to benn[Juelz Santana]nYeah! (Ya dig?) Ay!nAnd by the way, this is not a diss song either peoplenWe don't diss them, we dismiss themnRecognize or step aside, ya dig?nWe let the music talknAnd by the way, it's Santana, I'm back!nnYou dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwardsnCause you can't face yourself (Assholes!)nDipset for life, Cash Money whatup?