CHAPTER 21: 'IGNANT SH*T'

(Originally Posted Monday January 26, 2015)

Tonight’s post is the LAST in our 4-part ‘Drake and Lil Wayne Collabos’ series and, if you haven’t guessed it by now, song #4 is “Ignant Shit” from off of So Far Gone—originally taken from Jay-Z’s “Ignorant Shit” featuring Philly rapper, Beanie Sigel.

There are things about the way Jay-Z is rapping on his version of “Ignorant Shit” that reminds me of Drake in songs like “Bad Meaning Good” and “Video Girl,” but when it comes to this song I must say that, once again, Drake and Weezy, individually and collaboratively, over-outdid the original. 

I’m not going to say all the things we know about this song, or repeat the witty wordplay of the two jousting geniuses on the track, but what I am going to do is post a video with the lyrics underneath so that everyone can see the genius for themselves ;)

Enjoy, and I will see you Thursday!  

DRAKE FT. LIL WAYNE - IGNANT SHIT          

  

[Intro - Drake]

Yeah

I appreciate your patience tonight

It’s been a moment since I’ve done some public speaking

I found nowadays it’s, ya know, it’s best to keep quiet

But uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out

Young angel and young lion

You know what it is

Uh, look

[Drake]

I’m the Property of October

I ain’t drive here, I got chauffeured

Bring me champagne flutes, rosé, and some shots over

I think better when I’m not sober

I smoke good, ain’t no glaucoma

I’m a stockholder

Private flights back home; no stop over

Still spitting that shit that they shot ‘Pac over

The shit my mother look shocked over

Yeah, and with a canvas I’m the Group of Seven

A migraine, take two Excedrin

I’m the one twice over, I’m the new eleven

And if I die, I’m a do it reppin’

I never do a second

I swear niggas be eying me all hard

And lying to they girls, and driving the same cars

Sitting there wishing their problems became ours

Cus we have nothing in common since I done became star

I done became big and swerving right into my peer’s lane

Same dudes that used to holla my engineer’s name

One touch, I can make the drapes and the sheers change

And show me the city that I without fear claim

What I said seems to never extinguish

Coolest kid out, baby, word to Chuck Inglish

Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?

My song is your girlfriend’s waking up ringer

Or alarm, or whatever

She be here at six in the morning if I let her

But I never get attracted to fans

Cus the eager beaver could be the collapser of a dam

Always knew that I could figure

How to get these label heads to offer them good figures

And me doing a show’s getting everyone nervous

Cus them hipsters gonna have to get along with them hood niggas

It’s all good, I’m going off like lights when the show’s over

Make pasta, rent a movie, call hoes over

Rest in peace to Heath Ledger, but I’m no Joker

I’ll slow roast ya, got no holster

Wet glass on ya table nigga, no coaster

Burn bread every day, boy no toaster

Giantess got a cig, but I’m no smoker

They just handed chips to me, nigga, no poker

I’m with a Young Money, Cash Money soldier

My cup runneth over

The same niggas I ball with, I fall with

On some Southern drawl shit

Rookie of the year, ’06, Chris Paul shit

D.R., C.J., and Po’, I see y’all

These cases don’t work out, I hope we can agree on

Making enough to pay any Judge Judy off

First thing I’m a do is free Weezy

Go

[Lil Wayne]

And I take probation

I don’t want that T.I. and Vick vacation

Private plane, pick location

I’m going to the bank to make a big donation

Yeah, I don’t stunt, I stunt it hard

And if the food ain’t on the stove I hunt for it

But in the meantime you can call me young Roy…

Jones, Jr. fighting the drugs and gun charges

Shit, don’t leave me unguarded

And I’m a Cheesehead, word to Vince Lombardi

Word to Marky-Mark to leave the snitch Departed

All that blood like the Red Sea parted

My gun go crazy like it’s retarded

Red light on it, like it’s recording

I ain’t recording, I’m just C-4′n

My currency foreign

We are in a league, they aren’t

Better dig in ya pocket and pay homage

Better cover ya eyes, ya face falling

Watch the game from the side, I’m play calling

No, I didn’t say that I’m flawless

But I damn sure don’t tarnish

My pistol got comments for ya garments

I’m so high I can vomit on a comet

K-Y, no homo, I’m on it

Weezy F. Baby, new born bitch

You know what they say about when ya palm itch

I’m gonna get money, money I’m gonna get

Young Money in ya tummy and we gonna shit

And get that toilet paper quick like when bone spit

That’s right bitch I’m back on my grown shit

That Audermars Piquet, no ice just chrome shit

And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit

I scream fuck the world with a long dick

Motherfucker, I’m me, yeah bitch, I’m me

You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat

Fireman burn down your entire street

So fly, I’mma take off when I leap, bye

And you can suck my wings

Stand on my money, headbutt Yao Ming

Put ya hand in the oven if ya touch my things

I’m shuffling the cards, ’bout to cut my queens

But I ain’t the dealer

House full of bitches like Tila Tequila

Yeah I’m the Man in the Mirror

My swagger just screaming, motherfucker do you hear her?

Yeah, Drizzy Drake what the lick read?

We make magic boy, Roy and Sigfried

Woo

Young Mula baby

Yeah

Chapter 21: Ignant S*#%! / Written By: Jae Antoinette

AFFION:

It kind of boggles me that Kendra could and would pull something like this on me. Not too long ago she was my main chick; but now all bets are off since she not only burnt me on her birthday but clearly fucked some next dude, too! I should've known she was wrong. If she could do it to another man, then why not me, huh? I know I've been ducking out on her these past few weeks, but she was getting hectic and I just needed her to cool the fuck down! But leave it to Kendra to try and find a way to work the shit to her advantage. She did it with homeboy and now she's doing it to me ...

              But what can you do? On the reals, I don't have time for ignant shit like that. And games! Clearly she's the master at playing them. But she's run out of turns as far as I'm concerned. I hate to give that ass up, but the shit was a lot more fun when I was just the dude on the side. But that's my bad anyway. I should've known the truth wasn't lying when it says be careful what you wish for ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...

**BONUS TRACK**

JAY-Z - IGNORANT SHIT (FT. BEANIE SIGEL)