| Song | Wayne's Take Over 1 |
| Artist | Mannie Fresh |
| Album | The Mind of Mannie Fresh |
| Download | 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 |