Lyrics Go Dj (DJPP-Remix) - lil wayne
Grown
ups,
in
between,
children
and
babies
Right
about
now
it's
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
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,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
'cuz
that's
my
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
it's
Cash
Money
Records
man
a
lawless
gang
Put
some
water
on
the
track,
Fresh
for
all
his
frame
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
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
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
'cuz
that's
my
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
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
see
if
ya
boy
run
up
She
said
back
and
cut
the
Carter
back
up,
oh
fa
sho
Ay
Big
Mike
they
betta
step
thangs
its
already
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
And
I
aint
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
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
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my,
'cuz
that's
my,
'cuz
that's
my
Birdman
put
them
niggas
in
a
trash
can
Leave
'em
outside
of
your
door
I'm
your
trash
man
I'm
steady
lightin'
another
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
knock
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
goin
find
your
mother
Niggas
wanna
eat
'cuz
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
residents
with
Rugers
to
your
dome
Like
where
the
fuck
you
holdin'
the
coke,
holdin'
your
throat,
choke
This,
this,
this,
this,
this,
this,
this,
this,
this,
this,
this,
this
This
is
the
Carter
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ,
'cuz
that's
my
DJ
Say
go
DJ
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