Wayne's Take Over 1 Lyrics - Mind Of Mannie Fresh - Mannie Fresh

Shh, say Fabe, say Fabe 

Look, 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 me 

I'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 Fresh 

Look, 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