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Lil Wayne

Go DJ

 

Go DJ

(album: Tha Carter - 2004)


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown-ups, in between, children and babies
Right about now is your boy, you 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

Go DJ that's my DJ
Go DJ that's my DJ
Go DJ that's my DJ
Go DJ yeah, well Weezy Wee

Step up to the mic, dude, do what you do, you 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

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

Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the Tommy busting a Tommy
You come from under your garments, your 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 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 motherfucking aim, I gets dough, boy
And you already know that pimping
18, how I'm living? Younging, show that Bentley
Stunner 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)

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

And I move like the coupe through traffic
Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent
Your bitch present with the music blasting
And she keep asking, "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, for sure
Ay, Big Mike, they better step theirs authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never harming Young
Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun
I been running 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

Now let's go
Hold on, let me hit the blunt again
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

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?)

Birdman, put them niggas in the trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trash man
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 nothing
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

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

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 fucking with me)
Go DJ

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