Lil Wayne – Go DJ (2004) | Track profile | Dork

Lil Wayne – Go DJ (2004) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Go DJ

[Produced by Mannie Fresh]

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Grown-ups, in between, children and babies

Right about now is your boy, ya heard?

Back again, DJ Mannie Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh

Yeah, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh

Fre-re-re-re-Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]

Go DJ, that's my DJ

Go DJ, that's my DJ

Go DJ, that's my DJ

Go DJ, yeah, well Weezy Wee

[Interlude: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne]

Step up to the mic, dude, do what you do, ya heard?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun

I come from under the tummy busting a Tommy

You come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya 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

Ayy, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang

Put some water on the track, Fresh, for all this flame

Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain

'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane

That ain't even my motherfuckin' aim, I gets dough, boy

And you already know that pimpin'

Eighteen, how I'm living? Youngin, show that Bentley

Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me

Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh

(Let me hit the blunt first)

[Chorus]

Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(This is Tha Carter, oh)

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my

(These niggas is hilarious)

Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(This is Tha Carter, blap)

Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(Put your binoculars on, try to see me)

'Cause that my, uh, that my

Let's go

[Verse 2]

And I move like the coupe through traffic

Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent

Your bitch present with the music blastin'

And she keep askin', "How it shoot if it's plastic?"

I tell her, "You'll see if your boy run up"

She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, uh, fo' sho'

Ayy, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up

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

You niggas never harmin' Young

Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talkin' (Shut up)

And I ain't just begun

I been runnin' my city like Diddy, you chump

I fly by you in a foreign whip

On the throttle, with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits

Her hair is long as shit, to her thong and shit

Well, here we go, so hold on to this

[Interlude]

Now let's go

Hold on, let me hit the blunt again

So, go, so go

Y'all say it with me this time

This is the, this is the, this is the

This is the, this is the, this is the

This is Tha Carter, oh

[Chorus]

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (That my DJ, Mannie Fresh)

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Uh, that my DJ)

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(These niggas so mad at me right now, Fresh)

Say go DJ, 'cause that my, 'cause that my, 'cause that my

(Guess what though, guess what?)

[Verse 3]

Birdman, put them niggas in a trash can

Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trashman

I'm steady lighting up the 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, now the blade's in your ass

You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass

While the homie here tryna get paid in advance

I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bona fide hustler

Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother

Niggas wanna eat, 'cause they ain't ate nothin'

But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard

So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone

Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones

In your residence with Rugers to your dome

Like, "Where the fuck you holding the coke?"

Holding your throat, choke

[Interlude]

So, go

So, go

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

Y'all say it with me

This is Tha Carter, oh

[Chorus]

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(And that my DJ)

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(Mannie, Mannie Fresh, yes, that's my DJ)

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(And this Tha Carter)

Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ

(Call me if you're fuckin' with me)

Go DJ

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