Lyrics:
Cus I'm criminal minded
Blinded, by sonic booms
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Clear the room
Hashies clouds like mushroom
This is it (smoke)
one fresh with a folds
Grill in the back with a grill in the front
24-carrot gold on my trunk
Got a rope like a python hanging 'round my neck
Got
Now I'm the Fresh Prince, and if you got good sense
You'll keep your distance, because my sole intent
Is to rock and shock the spot and give my
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
Niggas, it's a four by four
Yeah, Niggas got sauce, I done Created the Methods, these Niggas Not fuckin' with The flow
Smooth criminal like Bill Bellamy, I
Huh, yeah-yeah, we reminiscin'
Yeah-yeah
I don't rap fast but I rap technical, yeah-yeah
We reminiscin'
True story
He in the kitchen (DJ Tidesoft!)
diamond on ya finger
Judging your demeanor
I can only presume
You're open for the taking
By the way that ass is shaking
cnd the face you making
That
a strong seed
Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
Twist
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
by the wolf packs
Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats
Draw blood, don't even pull gats, it's like that
[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Aiyo, ya'll
the KRS era
No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC's get wet up, they met up with
damn, Denny boy you snap
She like, ooh, you think that you too cool
I'm a smooth criminal, lil' baby, I do what I do
See a opportunity, and baby, I go
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
wordplay
Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ
Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher
See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up
Bars, lines, verbal
me no no
Because I no get e motor
Dem dey used to hate me
All the same people don they hail me
All the marketers want to pay me
All the club DJs don
alakoba
As I wake up today baba bless me
Make I enter igboro na the next thing
Take away ma go ma go wey dey stress me
Kin ma fresh kin ma lowo lowo na
the KRS era
No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC's get wet up, they met up with
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
My DJs are so unique
Both them raised on the LA street
Nobody nowhere can hang with the mix
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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