Mannie Fresh - The Mind Of Mannie Fresh (2004) by Mannie Fresh (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Tateeze)

[Mannie Fresh]
Hey there shorty, looking kind of good
With your Guicci frames on, girl represent ya hood

[Tateeze]
Hey how you doing
You kind of cute too
Snuggling like cool water in your pinacle boots

[Mannie Fresh]
See I keep my hair cut and get my nails done
And everybody know my name, baby, where I'm from
See they treat me like the mayor
Some say that I'm a player
I'm a high noon, tycoon, sexy-lady slayer

[Tateeze]
Damn, dude please
I'm all about the cheese
You push your old school
I jangle Mercedes keys
Your bad credit having ass need to be ashamed
With everything in your momma's name
Everybody know

[Mannie Fresh]
Now I'm gonna tell the truth, we ain't got to fuss
I don't own a car, pimping ride the bus
But you looking mighty good (Yeah I am kind of hot)
Girl we can get it on (Boy go on and do the wop)

Whop with it, whop da whop with it whop with it
Whop with it, whop da whop with it whop with it
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Ba Bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Ba Bang

[Tateeze]
Work something Twirk something get it girl
Work something Twirk something get it girl
Rock with it and look back at it, I said
Roll with it and look back at it

[Mannie Fresh]
You say you doing good, but you could be better
Roll with a pimp, number one trend setter
Your man is a cream puff (Boy you don't know him)
Well do he buy you nice stuff? (Shut up, you still growin)
Enough about him, let's talk about us
(Take your time shorty) baby I ain't in a rush
Slow motion with it, if you let me hit it
I get you right every night and put the ocean in it
I gotta postapedic heart-shaped water bed
The sheets might be satin and the pillows look suede
Yea girl I know how to getcha
I gotta 54 inch flat screen picture
Of me standing by a tree
With some khaki diki's on in the white tee mmhmm
And I like the way you move (I like the way you step)
We can get it goin' (Well go on and do the prep)

Prep with it, Prep da Prep with it, Prep with it
Prep with it, Right to Left with it, Prep with it

Go on break it down, show'em what you working with
Go on break it down shake it like an earthquake

[Tateeze]
Smurf with it, Smurf da Smurf with it, Jerk with it
Smurf with it, Smurf da Smurf with it, Work with it

Now do the soul clap, Now do tha soul clap
Now do the soul clap, Now do tha soul clap

[Mannie Fresh]
The club is packed, the night is young
Come here baby girl I'm tryin' to make you the one
You the one, one, one, one, one, one
Put your finger in the air if you having fun, girlfriend
Now I......I...da da da da...I......
Been looking at you from across the spot
My legs start shaking and my body get hot
I need relations
Can't fight the temptations
[Well this is just conversation]
[Ain't gonna be no penetration]
Now wait a minute, hold up, baby get it straight
I ain't gotta be your man, we don't even got to date
But we almost at the end of the song
The club about to close, let a player bring you home

Shorty drop it like it's hot, pick it up and make it pop
Now go down to the floor, take your time work it slow

[Tateeze]
Keep it right there daddy, I'm going to bounce that
When you want it, how you want it, make it bounce back

[Mannie Fresh]
C'mon and back it up, back da back it up (oh)
Back it up, Back da back it up (oh)

[Tateeze]
C'mon and rock with it and look back at it, I said
Roll with it and look back at it, c'mon

[Mannie Fresh]
Now slide and do the waterfall
Now slide and let the rain come down
Slide and do the waterfall
Now slide and let the rain come down

Get some, get some, get some
Get some, get some, get some

Now Tight'n up with it, Tight'n up with it
Tight'n up with it, Tight'n up Tight'n up

Wham da wham da wham wham da wham (oh)
Wham da wham da wham wham da wham (oh)

Man I'm tired, I don't even...WHOO
Do the runnin' man, ah do the runnin' man
Ah do the runnin' man, ah do the runnin' man
Now do the bunny hop, ah do the bunny hop
Ah do the bunny hop, ah do the bunny hop
Now do the bunny hop, Now everybody freeze

Yeah yeah yeah....

I got 'em sayin

[Chorus x2]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

[Verse 1]
I'm the reason why them niggaz cookin all of that crack
I'm the reason why that nigga gotta gun in yo back
I'm the season, why, pimpin gotta step out fly
When you do it how you do it, don't you do it so tight
Cause I told you, set you down, hold you
2 million, 3 million, 4 million showed you
Crackin gator boots, platinumized boots
Dr. Pepper can colored turbo coupes (Skert)
Homie pimpin' is alive and it's doin so well
Homie pimpin' puttin big long dick in ya gal
Still Chevrolet doors, mink on the floors
And the bank account nigga filled wit so many o's
Nobody rush me off, nigga dust me off
I'm a motherfucking pimp playa trust me dawg
Jam hoes in lambo's outside of the club
Than step up in that thing and tell them niggaz what's up

[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

[Verse 2]
I got a brand new benz and it's heiniken green
In the front license plate read pussy machine
The most beautifulest thing shorty you've ever seen
Pimpin sew it where you show it nigga fresh and so clean
I'm the reason why young niggaz up they game
Plenty many bad bitches say they glad I came
I'm a legend in the bricks, playa check it fa real
Downtown mean mug nigga hard ta kill
Shorty shinnin ain't nuttin but a lil bitty thang
Three-hundred sixty-five diamonds beamin up in the ring
I'm the man girlfriend, got more money than them
Lea, Paul, Lil Carl and that nigga wit them
Oh so called "D" boy, stunnin fu gazy
In the hood say your lil girl look like baby
I'm the reason why niggaz gotta get up and get it
Right white one's playa wit the shirt and the fittie

[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

[Verse 3]
When I come through your city they go who is that
Young fella pimpin yella in a yellow Maybach
Nigga I came to show my chain, hardcore to the bling
Playa let's go inside where the bitches at [ruff]
Let me see it, pussy nigga, couldn't be it
If ya get it like ya say ya get it, nigga 10 a ki it
Cut the whole cake down, flood out the town
Service cocaine, rogaine, x and that brown
Buy the new 7 playa, push on them hatas
Step out witcha left out, homie steppin in gators
I ain't reppin crystal that's a bunch of bullshit
Y'all ain't give a nigga nuttin', suck a niggaz dick
Than I open up my coat let her see what I tote
If a nigga feelin frog than it's murder she wrote
Hotter than Maimi in the month of July
Got your girl dick ridin', chubby boy still fly

[Chorus x4]
Go chubby boy, make the block hot
Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop

(feat. Baby)

I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball

[Verse 1]
This is it y'all
The shit y'all
Niggaz grab your dicks y'all
Ladies in your best outfits y'all
Killa fa shilla
Slash pimp plus dealer
Nobody realer
On the manilla
Just call me cute face
Chubby waist
Back back gimme space
Not another motherfucking celebrity murder case
Pimpin', Kobe in trouble
Michael back in his bubble
And my baby mama back
To actin just like the devil
I just can't believe
They smoked up all of my weed
Pmipin' they just don't want
To see me achieve
Man nothing at all
Got my back on the wall
But I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Come on and go with me
Walk through the store with me
And you can get about a hundred pair of shoes
She
Really looking good
She represent her hood
I'm digging her she digging me
And it's understood
That we could be a couple
My name up in her butthole
Check me out
Wipe me down
I'm a pimp nukka
Chevrolet doors
Put some mink on them floors
She put the Gucci sandals
With the jeans
Diamonds all on her toes

[Verse 2]
I know you lovin my car
Holly-hood superstar
And it's golds to these hoes
Who don't know who I are
I'm the leader my group
Keep some weed in my coupe
And I only let the baddest bitches
Up in my loot
Hey check out my shoes
And I still ride them trues
You can call me a crip
Cause I give hoes the blues
And I got your baby mother
And I front her little brother half
OZ's from my keys
And he let me cut her
Right down the middle
And she lovin my pickle
When we ride around town
On the back of my 'sikul
Thirteen hundred fo sho
Thought you niggaz should know
Wipe me down young pimpin
When you walk through the door
Push the five series, six series
Seven and eight
All different colors man
How you gonna hate
What the fuck
Put my finger up
And I'ma stand tall
Ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Baby]
See I feel ya Fresh
Aint nothing but the hand
Let's go through these niggaz neighborhood
In sedan DeVilles
Nigga
With that gun in my hand
Blowin that mary jane nigga
With the ice like damn (DAMN!)
If you know what I'm sayin
I'm the Birdman bitch
I'm in that Caddy on them twenty two's
Alligator seats
The Benz or the Beamer coupe
It's all easy
Lil Weezy just came through (what's up shorty?)
It's nothin to a playa, bitch
Just do you
And stop hatin before I hit you with this chrome piece
Nigga because the block is mine
And I don't give a motherfuck
I'ma tote my iron (Believe that)
Or better yet
I hit the hood and grind
In candy paint
Wipe me down
Red gold on shine
Well I'm a hood rich real nigga
Flyer than ever
Stunna and Mannie Fresh
We gon get this cheddar (One)

[Chorus]

Alright that nigga gone man
Fuck that nigga man, fuck that Fabe
Go through all this nigga's Pro Tools
First beat you pick, I'm slaughterin' this nigga's shit
'Cause B done already called me and told me

Man go to that studio, fuck what Fresh doin'
Tell Fresh let you get on that shit and kill that shit
Fresh told me no I can't go back to B 'til B knows
So Fabe pick a song and I'm going off
Let's do it

Oh yeah, oh yeah, lock the doors to the booth man
Don't let Mannie in man, 'bout to kill this nigga's album
Ya understand me? Birdman Jr. Weezy F-Baby
Please say to Baby 1 7 Holygrove Gangus Street nigga

Cash Money Records
Get down and lay down, lie down and die down
Bitch nigga thought you knew
Rapper with guns

Get me, get me, get me that piffy
I'm higher than my attire
I float like I spit through the fryer
I uh sniffin' cocaine is some fire
I uh get to buy money out the dryer

Ridah in the five buggy slim tires
Tryin' to find a try to light Jeremaih
They call me Weezy F-Baby
Women wanna suck all on my pacifier
And if she tell ya she didn't, homie that's a liar

You see me passin' by ya more like flashin'
Lights, camera but I'm more like action
So get your back into it, stop actin'
'Cause we bring pistons to the balls

Cool cat, wind breezin' through my whiskers
Hurry, speed up, hater you just missed us
I just twists up Birdman Jr.
Swoop down on ya bitch like what's up with cha, yeah

Walk through that's real
We on that Shrek, I met her neck like let's chill
When we ridin' in my SL
She give me more tongue, less grill

My yellow diamonds give you spit nigga bitch yield
And that tooley gets saluted or I'll shoot it, yeah
I kidnap the boss, make the click squeal
Got you out of position like Sheffield in left field
Call me when its gangsta nigga

Yo
Yo, what the fuck is goin' on over there?
Ya'll think I don't know what the fuck goin' on?
I got ears all over dude I know you on my album cursin'
Talkin 'bout cuttin' bitches and killin' motherfuckers
And murkin' motherfuckers, I don't want that dude

{Right now, I'm out here with full bar bitches
I got a Spanish bitch, a Chinese bitch
A Vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the fuck she is
And this other bitch and we doin' like this, this five some thing
And whatever 'n' y'all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers}

{Wayne, what is your mama's number dude? I'm gonna call your mama
And let your mama know whats goin' on with you
Dude you never used to curse brah
Now you just all fucked up with this shit
I'm pissed off dude, I'm really pissed off wit you, brah}

{I told you my album is about loving
Huggin', holding hands, fuckin' and all that kinda shit
No, that's it, I don't want you no more on my album dude
I just got you for a chorus and we over with
Now let's finish the album}

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Yeah
Ya drive a Chevy now
Yeah, I'm ready now
The car's stolen baby
But I'm rollin baby

[Hook: Jasper]
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)
Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)

[Verse 1: David Banner]
I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille
Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel
That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit
55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch
Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it
She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked
Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel?
Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel
Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal
I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle
Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy
I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy
Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire
Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire
That's where a nigga ride, in the south
You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth
Ya weak bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter
Fuck with juice, smoke, and water
Actin bad with'cha daughter
Like a real nigga ought'a
What her-what her momma taught her

Keep ya boys toes curled up
But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up
I'm thowed in the streets
I'm thow-thowed in the game
I rock-rock bizintine
Stay blow-blowed in the brain
I'm grippin-grippin on the grain
Like a real south-sider
I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders
Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin
You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin
Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide
Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go
Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po'
You know we-know we got the g's
Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese
So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth
We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)]
Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes)
Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes
(Any nigga wanna come and get it) Please-please
Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease
In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin
Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin
Pass by the crowd, music real loud
(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound)
Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood
Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could
Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back"
Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac
Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all)
Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off
Acious Clacious Clay has returned
In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo!

[Hook]

[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Dick real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that? buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 1]
King of the hood,
Everything wood,
Look like a forest N dah truck and I'm'ma put..
Matchin soakin set, big open deck,
Hardwood floors, anythang that connect from the front to the back
Drop top that
Six-15's beatin hard in the deck
Push that button
Microwave oven
I'm just gettin started pimp u aint seen nothin
Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash
Yeah Pimp' dont put ur fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck
And in the other side of the bed
Yeah she wanna get stuff
Clap off lights when u gettin affection
Clap on lights when u findin protection
Now where in the wide (wiiiide) world of gator
Can u find another truck with a plush elevator

[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real BIG,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 2]
Here i come soo soo riiiide (right on)
And the shoes soo soo wiiiide (dynamite)
Hey yall peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up!, just a bit-
(back up workin with a monstah)
Now everybody knows, who gots the shiness clothes
Yall still doing lil league, and I'm in dah pros
And white boys go wow hes my idol (rad!)
And black boys say dude holdin the title
As the king of the south
Workin in and out
And duece, still pimp white teed up in his mouth
I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what u wanna see
Mayn i aint gotta get money mayn, money gett me
Yeah pimpin' still blindin (bliiing!)
Keep'a steve harvey linin' (edge it up)
And I'm'ma leather reclinin (lay back)
Put the music alpinin' , turn it up (BOOM!!BOOM!!)

[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real big,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 3]
Mooooove!!!!!! lil one, i aint playin'
Landin in the projects in'na big jet plane (rollout!)
In a old blue chevy van
Have your baby momma cookin,rookie- cuz i can't
Man dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grillman dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grill
I'm about to clown
Puttin it down-yall'
Spin my gutt
So i can show yall shorties how to do donuts
Round and round and round (skirr--skuurr)
This is the part where i give my phone number to all the girls thats hott
Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes
Now how u ever seen a bitch trans truck like that
Now have u ever seen a big broad butt like that (wow)
Pah'dunka-dunk all out of her pants....
With a bow legged cowboys dance (yeeeehaaw!!!)

[Chorus]
House real big
Cars real big
Dick real big
Everything real big
Rims real big
Pockets real big
Rings real big
Let me tell u how i live
Like that buy that
24's ride that
Ladeez gentlement gangstas pimps
Mommas daddys stunnas shinahs
I'm Rich Bitch I'm a fucking big tyma

If you want something to play with
Go and find yourself a toy
Baby, my time is too expensive
And I'm not a little boy

If you are serious
Don't play with my heart, it makes me furious
But if want me to love you
Then, baby, I will, girl, you know I will

Tell it like it is
Don't be ashamed to let your conscience be your guide
But I-I-I-I-I know deep down inside of me
I believe you love me, forget your foolish pride

Life is too short to have sorrow
You may be here today and gone tomorrow
You might as well get what you want
So go on and live, baby, go on and live

Tell it like it is
I'm nothin' to play with, go and find yourself a toy
But I-I-I-I-I
Tell it like it is
My time is too expensive
And I'm not your little boy