Lil Wayne
GO D.J.
- Mannie Fresh -
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
Fre, 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 what cha do, ya heard?
- Lil Wayne -
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
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Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my DJ
Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my DJ
Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my DJ
Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my, 'cause that's my ....
- Lil Wayne -
Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a tommy
Or come from under your garments
yo chest and your armpit
Pow, one to the head, now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
No, better yet a veteran, a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ay, it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
'Cause the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That ain't even a mothafuckin aim, I get dough boy
And you already know that pimping
18 how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me
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Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my DJ
Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my DJ
Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my DJ
Say " go DJ ", 'cause that's my, 'cause that's my ....
- Lil Wayne -
And I move like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present with the music blasting
And she keep asking how it shoot if it's plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up
she sat back and cut the Carter back up, oh for sure
Ay, Big Mike, they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming young
fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun
I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip
on the throttle with a model boney bitch
Pair of phony tits
her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh let's go!
- Lil Wayne -
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
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- Lil Wayne -
Birdman put them niggas in a trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door
I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting another hash and riding in my Jag
You will need a gas mask, man
You snakes, stop hiding 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 try'na get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play with me then I'm gonna find your mother
Niggas wanna eat 'cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna leave
when you say you out of mustard
So I'mma walk into the restaurant alone, leaving out
Leaving behind just residue and bones
In your residents with Rugers to your dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke
holding your throat, choke
This, this, this, this
this, this, this, this
this, this, this, this, this
this is the Carter
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Go DJ, DJ, DJ