Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wayne's Takeover 1, artist - Mannie Fresh.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wayne's Takeover 1 |
Shh… Say Fabe… Say Fabe |
Look, Fresh done went to the bathroom |
This your boy Weezy baby |
Ya already know |
He ain’t want me rappin on his album |
Cause I be talkin bout that gun slangin, that murderin |
Them bitches, bitches havin kids, bitches fuckin bitches |
Bitches fuckin other bitches' bitches |
And the other bitch getting mad and stab that bitch in the club |
And he gotta drag that bitch out |
Look, he ain’t want none on that on his album |
He wanna write about lovin and huggin people |
And Hey lady you look so fine |
And I mean… you know what I’m saying |
I ain’t trying to downgrade nobody, nah nuttin like that |
But this nigga need some spittin on here |
So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out |
So somebody could cut this motherfucker on |
He comin?, Cut my shit on |
Yeah uhh. |
Yeah uhh |
Weezy F-Baby |
Fresh, uhh tell him call me when its gangsta |
Yeah, Birdman Jr |
Fresh yeah, call me when its gangsta man |
Yeah |
I’m on fire, Shorty so raw |
I just may be Columbian so I’m higher |
Washed up niggas, I will tumble ya, tumble dry ya |
I gargle gumbo and spit jambalya |
I’m fresh up out the kitchen with that Richard Pryor |
Yeah I keep your stomach rumble quiet |
Holla, Prior to me getting money, I was gettin money |
See, everytime I hit a lick, I bungee like a scrungee |
I ain’t playin like Tony Dungy |
Sayin all ya’ll is lunchmeat to the hungry |
Better watch your pot roast when among me, I’m nothing nice |
Like something like running through a field of blazing pistols with a fucking |
knife |
I’m fresh to death, I need a fucking life |
She say her man wrong, so she gonna fuck me right |
I’m like fucking right, I got my two-shooter, that mean I’m fucking twice |
Bang Bang |
Whoo.it was hard |
Look at our journey |
But I got here, I made it on the album people |
It’s Weezy |
Thank you Fresh |
Look, Wayne |
I told you brah |
No merkin, No murderin |
No bitches stabbin bitches |
No bulletwounds |
None of that kinda shit |
No fuckin body with over 12 tattoos and all that shit on this motherfuckin album |
This is some beautiful wholesome loving kind type stuff |
If you can’t go by them rules, get the fuck on dude |
Now Fabe, play something beautiful for the ladies |