Speeding feat. Baby,Busta,Fat Joe,Gorilla Zoe,Rick Ross,Lil Wayne

歌詞

(Mannie Fresh talking) Yeah, yeah, yeah 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, yeah Wit Weezy We, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard (Lil Wayne talking) 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 (Lil Wayne) Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from under the tummy, 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 mane a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame Wear a helmet when you bang it mane and guard yo brain 'Cause the flow is spasmatic what they call insane That ain't even a muthafuckin aim I get 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 (Repeat X2) (Lil Wayne) And I move like the Coupe through traffic Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent Ya bitch present wit the music blastin And she keep askin, "how it shoot if it's plastic?" I tell her you'll see if ya boy run up, she sat back and cut the Carter back Up, oh fa sho Ay Big Mike they betta step theys authority up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up) 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 a phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go (Lil Wayne talking) 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 (Lil Wayne) Birdman put them niggas 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 niggas 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 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, leavin' out Leavin' behind just residue and bones In your residence with Rugers to your dome Like where the fuck you holdin' the coke, holdin' your throat, choke So go, so go This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this,(y'all say it wit me) this, this, this, this This is the Carter Go DJ, DJ, DJ