Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wayne's Takeover 2, artist - Mannie Fresh.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wayne's Takeover 2 |
Alright that nigga gone, man fuck that nigga, man fuck that |
Fabe, go through all this nigga’s Pro Tools |
First beat you pick, I’m slaughterin this niggas shit |
Cause B done already called me and told me |
Man go to that studio, Fuck what Fresh doin |
Tell Fresh let you get on that shit and kill that shit |
Fresh told me no, I can’t go back to B til B knows so Fabe |
Pick a song and I’m going off, lets do it |
Oh yeah, Lock the doors to the booth man |
Don’t let Mannie in man, bout to kill this nigga’s album |
Ya understand me? |
Birdman Jr |
Weezy F-Baby |
Please say Baby 1 7 Holygrove Eagle street |
Cash Money Records |
Get down and lay down |
Lie down and die down |
Bitch nigga |
I thought you knew |
Rapper with guns |
Get me that piffy, I’m higher than my attire |
I float like I spit through the fryer |
I-uh set the cocaine is some fire |
I-uh get the «buy money» out the dryer |
Ridah in the five buggy, slim tires |
Tryin to find a trotter like Jeremiah |
They call me Weezy F-Baby |
Women wanna suck all on my pacifier |
And if she tell ya she didn’t, homie thats a liar |
You see me passin by ya, More like flashin |
Lights, Camera but I’m more like Action |
So get your back into it, Stop acting |
Cause we bring pistons to the balls |
Cool cat, wind breezin through my whiskers |
Hurry, speed up, hater you just missed us |
I just twisted something |
Birdman Jr. swoop down on ya bitch like whats up with cha |
Walk to me, that’s real |
We on that Shrek, I met her neck like let’s chill |
When we ridin in my SL, she give me more tongue, less grill |
My yellow diamonds get respect nigga bitch yield |
And that tooley gets saluted or I’ll shoot it Yeah |
I kidnap the boss, make the click squeal |
Got you out of position like Sheffield in left field |
Call me when its gangsta nigga |
Yo… what the fuck is goin on over there |
Ya’ll think I don’t know what the fuck goin on, I got ears all over |
Dude I know you on my album cursin |
Talkin bout cuttin bitches and killin motherfuckers and murkin motherfuckers |
I don’t want that dude right now |
I’m out here with full bar bitches |
I got a spanish bitch, a chinese bitch |
A vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the fuck she is |
And this other bitch |
And we doin like this five-some thing |
And whatever and y’all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers |
Wayne, what is your mamas number dude I’m gonna call your mama |
And tell her whats goin on with you |
Dude you never used to curse brah |
Now you just all fucked up with this shit |
I’m pissed off dude, I’m really pissed off wit you brah |
I told you my album is about loving, huggin, holding hands, fuckin, |
and all that kinda shit |
No, no thats it, I don’t want you anymore on my album dude |
I just got you for a chorus and we over with |
Now lets finish the album |