D.j. Lyrics - Mind Of Mannie Fresh - Mannie Fresh

[Mannie Fresh talking] 

Yea, yea, yea 

Grown ups in between, children and babies 

Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again 

DJ Mannie 

Fre Fresh Err Fresh 

Fre Fresh Err Fresh 

Fre Fresh Err Fresh 

fresh-fresh-err-fresh 

Go DJ, that's my DJ 

Go DJ, that's my DJ 

Go DJ, that's my DJ 

Go DJ, yea 

Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard 

[Lil Wayne talking] 

Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you 

Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh 

So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this 

[Hook] 

Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ 

Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ 

Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ 

Say go DJ, cuz that's my cuz that's my 

[Lil Wayne] 

Spot 101 the hottest nigga i come from another party bust in a tomby i like arenecia yeah! 

Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit 

Pow, one to the head now you know he dead 

Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game 

Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame 

I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names 

Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang 

Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame 

Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain 

Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane 

That aint even a muthafuckin aim I get dough boy 

And you already know that pimpin 

18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley 

Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me 

Gotti my mentor so don't go there wit me 

[Hook] 

[Repeat X2] 

[Lil Wayne] 

And I move like the Coupe thru traffic 

Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent 

Ya bitch present wit the music blastin 

And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic 

I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back 

up, oh fa sho 

Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up 

Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns 

You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking 

And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump 

I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch 

Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit 

Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go 

[Lil Wayne talking] 

Hold on let me hit the blunt 

So go, so go 

This is the, this is the, this is the 

This is the, this is the, this is the 

This is the Carter 

[Hook X1] 

[Lil Wayne] 

Birdman put them niggas in a trash can 

Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man 

I'm steady lightin another hash and ridin in my jag 

You will need a gas mask man 

You snakes, stop hidin in the grass 

Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo ass 

You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass 

While the homie here tryna get paid in advance 

I'm stayin on my grizzy I'ma bonafide hustler 

Play me or play wit me then I'm goin find your mother 

Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin 

But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard 

So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out 

Leavin behind just residue and bones 

In your residents with Rugers to your dome 

Like where the fuck you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke 

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this 

This is the Carter 

[Hook X1] 

Go DJ, DJ, DJ