Lyrics Go DJ - Lil Wayne

Go DJ

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 watcha do, ya heard
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
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 Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tommy, bustin a tommy
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 flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That ain’t even a muthafuckin aim I gets 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 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 sat back and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike they betta step they authority’s up Before they step to a sergeant’s son, I got army guns
You niggaz never harmin young
fly wizzy my opponents done, I’m done talking
And I ain’t 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
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 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
Birdman put them niggaz in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I’m your trash man
I’m steady lightin up the 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 now the blades in yo ass
You homo niggaz 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
Niggaz wanna eat cause they ain’t ate nothin
But niggaz 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
hold in your throat, choke
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
this, this, this, this, this
This is the Carter
Go DJ, DJ, DJ