ฟังเพลงFuneral (Clean)

Song: Funeral

Artist: Lil Wayne

Lyrics: Mario “R!O” Jefferson, Kamo, Jonathan Buice, Lil Wayne

Composed: Mario “R!O” Jefferson, Kamo

Welcome to the funeral, yeah

Closed casket as usual

Yeah, welcome to the funeral

The quietest things in musicals

Kumbaya is beautiful

I bust in with that uzi though

And they look like they saw Lucifer

Welcome to the funeral

We not welcome, we intruded though

You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke

Thats just inexcusable

Welcome to the funeral, where we from we ruin them

Been to quite a few of them

The reverend talk, we boo'in him

We throw up the Piru at them

Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual

Soul snatching as usual

Amen, hallelujah though

Whole family delusional

N!ggas crying like two year olds

Bullet holes come through the doors

I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose

Damn, welcome to your funeral

Everybody knew you bro

Ain't nobody shooting though

Gotta die to see who you know

Damn welcome to the funeral

Where we from we ruin them

The preacher preach we shooting them

Now we need one for you and him

That's why they should cremate ya

Hope when you die they commemorate you

Life is a movie and it's in theaters

Some of y'alls already went to cable

These shots from a far you could get a facial

Black gun chrome gun, interracial

Weed so strong, need ventilation

Funeral home need renovation

I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation

N!gga when you died, did your b!tch a favor

N!gga we gonna mob like the Genovese's

N!gga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em

Drive bys in a winnebago

Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head

I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo

Thats tomato sauce, Heinz 57

Catch a n!gga, you behind, where I left you

I hate your b!tch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins, uncles, aunts, and your nephews

Shoot a pussy n!gga in the face, closed casket

Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastard

Tears running down a b!tch face, romantic

Two straps, I'm up at the Oboe Jacksons

In his face, closed casket

Send him on the highway to heaven no traffic

My lil n!gga just caught a body, he ecstatic

He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted

Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual

Whole family delusional

Amen hallelujah though

Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful

I bust in with the uzi though

They look like they saw Lucifer

Yeah, welcome to the funeral everybody knew your bro

Ain't nobody shoot him though

Thats just inexcusable

Welcome to the funeral

Where we from we ruin them

Been to quite a few of them

A n!gga got immune of them

Shoot a pussy n!gga in the face, closed casket

Huh, huh, bop

Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards

Goddamn, drive bys in a winnebago

Snipers never hear the baby, crib a cradle of tomatoes on your head

I split tomatoes from 100 feet away, now it's a halo

In other words, a n!gga did