Mannie Fresh - Bring It Back lyrics

[Intro: Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs, people without jobs Middle cla**, upper cla**, high cla**, all that Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people, and twerkers I presents to you Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh, fre, fre, fresh DJ Mannie Fresh, fresh, fre, fresh Mannie Fresh, fre, fresh DJ Mannie Fre, fre, fresh, young ladies [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Well, I'm fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna Yeah, high as a 757 going to heaven Who, Weezy F, ya reverend, preach about me I'm the god, 1-7, Apple and E I'm the Cash Money Makaveli, y'all ain't ready Quick, fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty '82, I was born ready, I'm too ready Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti Seats Ragu, twenty the shoe Boo, me and you got plenty to do I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water water In the Beamer, eight hundred forty, mama, shake something for me And it don't make sense if it don't make that money I'mma take that money, I'm straight Cash Money [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] [Post-Hook x3: Lil Wayne] Whodi, I bring it back, whodettes, to the bottom of the maps [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I take off my brim Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim Fronting 'round here will get ya back chopped off We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all I say, black white walls with the back swiped off Y'all lil bustas just a tax write-off I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines If ya can't, boy, read my nine I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time Either I'm the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it I be easy, fall back and be cool with it Pallbearer is moving his dead flow, I'm through with it I'm the sh--naw, naw, I'm sewer-rich Weezy F Baby, I do's this [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] [Post-Hook x3: Lil Wayne] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] An old school gangsta, mack like the 80s I look like Cita and act like Baby You play with me, I react like the navy Or better yet the army, you gon' need them for me Yeah, and your head is a bleeping target You don't want me to see you with my peeking Tommys Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets A country boy in something foreign 'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle Still Lil Wayne, but the dividend's not little Don't be surprised how the crown fit him Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young Pac footprints [Hook x2: Mannie Fresh] [Post-Hook x3: Lil Wayne] [Outro x2: Lil Wayne] The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired