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conversations.value: Write me a song called My Weezy with the following description: A Young Money do-over of the high school parking lot banger “My Dougie” by Lil Wil, My Weezy appears on Dedication 3, released in November 2008. At that point, with the mixtape’s impending release many fans were hoping to hear Wayne jump on this track, and he was sure not to disappoint
  As with many tracks on Dedication 3, Wayne reserves a number of verses to showcase his Young Money labelmates. And, as with many tracks on the album, this one suffers for it. Lackluster though it may be, Wayne’s verse is clearly the hottest one on the track
  Overall, this track at the time of its release served to add a bit more writing to the wall, that the Golden Age of Wayne (if so it can be called), which spawned such fire on Dedication 2, Drought 3, and Carter 3, was giving way to the “new, rich(er), obsessed with feces” Wayne that today we all grudgingly endure – the Age of the Goblin Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama]
  (
  This a Big E beat
  )
  "Young Money All-Stars" on the way!
  Put the party in the bag—now hand it over
  [Break: Lil Wayne]
  Hold up, hold up, I didn't know you were gon' do this one. Alright, now y'all motherfuckers have me— That— That's what y'all been wanting, huh? Okay, okay, go 'head, Drama, do it
  [Intro: Lil Wayne, 
  DJ Drama
   & 
  DJ drops
  ]
  See, I don't wanna be the mixtape king no more
  More like the mixtape president
  Barack O'Drama!
  It was definitely time for change
  Yeah
  I mean the game been dry
  Uh-huh
  So, I figured we going for re-election
  Yeah
  So, me and Wayne gon' keep running
  Uh-huh
  So y'all niggas can fly
  It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  This a Big E beat
  And I'ma cook this bitch like piggy meat, yeah, haha (
  Ill!
  )
  You can get pork-chopped
  Young Money, bitch, let the champagne cork pop (
  Gangsta!
   
  Ill!
  )
  I will bat your man, now go tell a shortstop
  Okay, bitch, you do the wop? Well, bitch, I do the guap
  Okay, man, you do the drop? Well, man, I do the yacht
  You pull up in parking lots, I pull up at the dock, like, yeah
  Macaroni, greens and hamhocks
  I am not on your planet like Doctor Spock
  Rock to my own tune, Lil Tune
  My stomach hurt, and my shit is dropping real soon
  Kill whom and whoever for whatever
  That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters—now you spell it
  I say, "Young Money, bitch, forever" and we better
  Than all these motherfuckers up in this era, know'm tal'm'bout?
  Yeah, I tell my niggas, "Pick the target out"
  Yeah, and then, I quickly pick the target off
  Like volleyball, I'ma serve 'em
  And being fake is pussy, so, nigga, I'm a virgin (
  Gangsta!
  )
  Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
  Cleaner than some brand-new detergent, you heard me?
  And I make your bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
  Tell 'em, "Get off Birdman Jr. birdy" [Verse 2: Shanell & 
  DJ drops
  ]
  I love the skin that I'm in
  Goosepimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y-M
  That 'gnac, that Goose, that Trón, that gin
  Got a club of girls cracking, let the party begin
  I heard you call yourself a baller when the camera's on
  If it ain't tricking 'cause you got it, what you tripping on?
  See, I'm the spoiled chick you fronting niggas hate to meet up with
  But my crew holdin' duffle bags, bitches (
  Gangsta Gri-Zillz!
  )
  [Verse 3: Lil Twist]
  Rocking on the scene (Ugh), and yeah, I hear "My Dougie" (Yeah)
  I D-Town boogie, now the girls really love me (C'mon)
  V.I.C. then Vic, yeah, they both got silly
  Lil Twist, I get silly (Ugh), I'm the king of the city
  Young Money, Young Mula, yeah, the kid in this thing
  Grown men in this game can't compete with me, man (Uh-uh)
  'Specially when I pull up in that candy Range (Yeah)
  Twenty-fours on that thing, sitting next to Lil Wayne
  I'm a beast, I'm a dog, yeah, yeah I rap harder (C'mon)
  Mic in my hand, I run like Marion Barber
  While you haters on the sidelines, and I be a starter
  Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
  That's my lil' sister if you boys didn't know (Wait)
  That's Weezy's daughter, so don't mess with her bro! (Uh-uh)
  'Cause we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
  Signing out, Young Money, D-Town's All-Star (Yeah) [Verse 4: Tyga]
  It's Tyga (Yup), no lion (No), I'm eating, no diner
  This species don't diet, every meal a fish Friday (Yup)
  Squad deep like the white guy from Verizon, gator righteous
  So it's only right you meet the fugitive, John MacGyver (Me)
  Teenager, school cyphers, I was too nicer than them
  No license, you gets no high-fiving
  Nigga, roll the damn dices (Damn)
  Touché, my wordplay two shades from the color grey
  My kick game so unreal, they say them colors must be fake (Hahahaha)
  Never been made, MTV, I make
  Quake your very eyesight, my fame's no mistake (Nope)
  Since the deal, steak dinner everyday
  Fuck a movie, my life is like a Compton play (Yeah)
  You can see it, nearly breathe it, from a couple feet away
  But stay away 'cause I don't get along with the tagalongs (Nah)
  Let me get on a song, period, gone
  I'm off the hook like cordless phones
  My identity so right, they think it's wrong
  G.E.D., Young Money, finish strong, so I'ma keep going (Ahh)
  My ligaments covered in green like general syllables on my face
  Like my skin was leather-made, leather, man
  Louie you ain't never seen, like a nun booty
  None before we—after, it's only boys
  Tyga-man, I do it for the hatin' homies [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Dedication 3
  , baby
  Yeah