歌曲 | Wayne's Take Over 1 |
歌手 | Mannie Fresh |
专辑 | The Mind of Mannie Fresh |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carter, Thomas | |
Shh, say Fabe, say | |
FabeLook, | |
Fresh done went to the bathroom | |
This your boy | |
Weezy, baby, ya already know | |
He ain't want me rappin' on his album' | |
Cause I be talkin' bout that gun slangin', that murderin' | |
Them bitches, bitches havin' kids, bitches fuckin' bitches | |
Bitches fuckin' other bitches, bitches and the other bitch getting mad | |
And stab that bitch in the club and he gotta drag that bitch out | |
But look, he ain't want none on that on his album | |
He wanna write about lovin' and huggin' people | |
And hey lady, you look so fine | |
And I mean, you know, what | |
I'm sayin'? | |
I ain't trying to downgrade nobody, nah nuttin' like that | |
But this nigga need some spittin' on here | |
So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out | |
So somebody could cut this motherfucker on | |
He comin'? | |
Cut my shit on | |
Yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah | |
Weezy F-Baby | |
Fresh, I tell him call me when its gangsta | |
Uhh, yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah, | |
Birdman Jr | |
Fresh yeah, yeah, call me when it's gangsta man, yeah | |
I'm on fire, shorty so raw | |
I just may be | |
Columbian, so | |
I'm higher | |
Washed up niggaz, | |
I will tumble ya, double dry ya | |
I bubble gum and spit jambalaya | |
I'm fresh up out the kitchen with that | |
Richard Pryor | |
Yeah, I keep your stomach rumble quiet | |
Holla, prior to me gettin' money, | |
I was gettin' money | |
See, every time | |
I hit a pen, | |
I bungee like a spungee | |
I ain't playin' like | |
Tony Dungy | |
Sayin' all ya'll is lunch meat to the hungry | |
Better watch your pot roast, when | |
I'm on meI'm nothin' nice, something like running through | |
A fill of blazing pistols with a fucking knife | |
I'm fresh to death, | |
I need a fucking life | |
She say her man wrong, so she gonna fuck me right | |
I'm like fucking right, | |
I got my two shooter | |
That mean | |
I'm fucking twice | |
Bang, bang, woo, it was hard | |
Look at our journey, but | |
I got here | |
I made it on the album people | |
It's Weezy, thank you | |
FreshLook, | |
Wayne, I told you bro' | |
No merkin', | |
No murderin' | |
No bitches stabbin' bitches, no bullet wounds | |
None of that kinda shit | |
No fuckin' body with over 12 tattoos | |
And all that shit on this motherfuckin' album | |
This is some beautiful wholesome lovin' kind type stuff | |
If you can't go by them rules, get the fuck on dude | |
Now Fabe, play somethin' beautiful for the ladies | |
Somethin' that they're goin' to understand, let's get with it |
zuo qu : Carter, Thomas | |
Shh, say Fabe, say | |
FabeLook, | |
Fresh done went to the bathroom | |
This your boy | |
Weezy, baby, ya already know | |
He ain' t want me rappin' on his album' | |
Cause I be talkin' bout that gun slangin', that murderin' | |
Them bitches, bitches havin' kids, bitches fuckin' bitches | |
Bitches fuckin' other bitches, bitches and the other bitch getting mad | |
And stab that bitch in the club and he gotta drag that bitch out | |
But look, he ain' t want none on that on his album | |
He wanna write about lovin' and huggin' people | |
And hey lady, you look so fine | |
And I mean, you know, what | |
I' m sayin'? | |
I ain' t trying to downgrade nobody, nah nuttin' like that | |
But this nigga need some spittin' on here | |
So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out | |
So somebody could cut this motherfucker on | |
He comin'? | |
Cut my shit on | |
Yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah | |
Weezy FBaby | |
Fresh, I tell him call me when its gangsta | |
Uhh, yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah, | |
Birdman Jr | |
Fresh yeah, yeah, call me when it' s gangsta man, yeah | |
I' m on fire, shorty so raw | |
I just may be | |
Columbian, so | |
I' m higher | |
Washed up niggaz, | |
I will tumble ya, double dry ya | |
I bubble gum and spit jambalaya | |
I' m fresh up out the kitchen with that | |
Richard Pryor | |
Yeah, I keep your stomach rumble quiet | |
Holla, prior to me gettin' money, | |
I was gettin' money | |
See, every time | |
I hit a pen, | |
I bungee like a spungee | |
I ain' t playin' like | |
Tony Dungy | |
Sayin' all ya' ll is lunch meat to the hungry | |
Better watch your pot roast, when | |
I' m on meI' m nothin' nice, something like running through | |
A fill of blazing pistols with a fucking knife | |
I' m fresh to death, | |
I need a fucking life | |
She say her man wrong, so she gonna fuck me right | |
I' m like fucking right, | |
I got my two shooter | |
That mean | |
I' m fucking twice | |
Bang, bang, woo, it was hard | |
Look at our journey, but | |
I got here | |
I made it on the album people | |
It' s Weezy, thank you | |
FreshLook, | |
Wayne, I told you bro' | |
No merkin', | |
No murderin' | |
No bitches stabbin' bitches, no bullet wounds | |
None of that kinda shit | |
No fuckin' body with over 12 tattoos | |
And all that shit on this motherfuckin' album | |
This is some beautiful wholesome lovin' kind type stuff | |
If you can' t go by them rules, get the fuck on dude | |
Now Fabe, play somethin' beautiful for the ladies | |
Somethin' that they' re goin' to understand, let' s get with it |
zuò qǔ : Carter, Thomas | |
Shh, say Fabe, say | |
FabeLook, | |
Fresh done went to the bathroom | |
This your boy | |
Weezy, baby, ya already know | |
He ain' t want me rappin' on his album' | |
Cause I be talkin' bout that gun slangin', that murderin' | |
Them bitches, bitches havin' kids, bitches fuckin' bitches | |
Bitches fuckin' other bitches, bitches and the other bitch getting mad | |
And stab that bitch in the club and he gotta drag that bitch out | |
But look, he ain' t want none on that on his album | |
He wanna write about lovin' and huggin' people | |
And hey lady, you look so fine | |
And I mean, you know, what | |
I' m sayin'? | |
I ain' t trying to downgrade nobody, nah nuttin' like that | |
But this nigga need some spittin' on here | |
So I can come on this motherfucker and flame it out | |
So somebody could cut this motherfucker on | |
He comin'? | |
Cut my shit on | |
Yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah | |
Weezy FBaby | |
Fresh, I tell him call me when its gangsta | |
Uhh, yeah uhh, yeah uhh, yeah, | |
Birdman Jr | |
Fresh yeah, yeah, call me when it' s gangsta man, yeah | |
I' m on fire, shorty so raw | |
I just may be | |
Columbian, so | |
I' m higher | |
Washed up niggaz, | |
I will tumble ya, double dry ya | |
I bubble gum and spit jambalaya | |
I' m fresh up out the kitchen with that | |
Richard Pryor | |
Yeah, I keep your stomach rumble quiet | |
Holla, prior to me gettin' money, | |
I was gettin' money | |
See, every time | |
I hit a pen, | |
I bungee like a spungee | |
I ain' t playin' like | |
Tony Dungy | |
Sayin' all ya' ll is lunch meat to the hungry | |
Better watch your pot roast, when | |
I' m on meI' m nothin' nice, something like running through | |
A fill of blazing pistols with a fucking knife | |
I' m fresh to death, | |
I need a fucking life | |
She say her man wrong, so she gonna fuck me right | |
I' m like fucking right, | |
I got my two shooter | |
That mean | |
I' m fucking twice | |
Bang, bang, woo, it was hard | |
Look at our journey, but | |
I got here | |
I made it on the album people | |
It' s Weezy, thank you | |
FreshLook, | |
Wayne, I told you bro' | |
No merkin', | |
No murderin' | |
No bitches stabbin' bitches, no bullet wounds | |
None of that kinda shit | |
No fuckin' body with over 12 tattoos | |
And all that shit on this motherfuckin' album | |
This is some beautiful wholesome lovin' kind type stuff | |
If you can' t go by them rules, get the fuck on dude | |
Now Fabe, play somethin' beautiful for the ladies | |
Somethin' that they' re goin' to understand, let' s get with it |