Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
to a stock holder hold my composure
Bring my hand up when the shots over
A hundred deep with the soldiers
And we shoulder to shoulder
Yo, I live a DJ's dream
it again, startin' something
*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Warren G]
Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in
her over
What you need
Heard Gotti for the right number cross the sea
I heard Gotti pull up around his way and don't speak
I heard Gotti fucked on his
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh
love my voice
Of course, full-force, I done made it now
[Yo Gotti]
I feel like you can't stop me now
I'm tighter now
More of a writer now
Than a rapper
heard
I speak for those who speak with glocks
From frequent blocks, where the objective
Is to put in twelve, stay alive an' leave in knots
From little
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
shout out to fresh Jordan!
Ellie!
MTV!
Irv Gotti!
Murda, Inc!
My nigga Ja!
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
The Hard Knock Life!
Backstage y'all!
Crazy ???!
Shawn Taylor!
Hot 97!
Damion Young!
Big shout out to fresh Jordan!
Ellie!
MTV!
Irv Gotti!
Murda, Inc!
My nigga Ja!
DJ Clue!
Desert
[Intro: Ras Kass]
Ah what's crack-a-lackin zr's and shit
Ya know DJ the boy brooklyn's own masses
It goes
[Chorus: Ras Kass]
Ahha if you like
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
They call him Snoop Capone
So if you want me, get me, got me
Should have shot him
But now they call me Snoop Gotti
And that's all I LBC
Betta yet,
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw
nobody speak on the 8-7
And set up shop with yo rocks
'Cause still all Doggs go to heaven
From my hood to your hood
Game recognize it's all to the good
Snoop Gotti
They call him Snoop Capone
Should of had shot him
And that's all I LBC betta yet
That's all I DPGC
[Chorus:2X
Yea Eastside
Hook w/ chorus]
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
heaven
[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]
What young thugs do for money
What young thugs do for money
[La the Darkman]
Yo, niggaz
While you rock the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm making a name for myself
All those DJ's are like
Yo Jeff whats up
All that stuff is dead
While you rock the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm making a name for myself
All those DJ's are like
Yo Jeff whats up
All that stuff is dead
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