Lyrics:
on my bigger stash
I see it play by play waiting on that perfect pass
Rushing to the goal line step swift rush fast
It's like the business this music
didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince?
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round
And Uncle Luke showed
the bargon
Flash: Dj spin the disc n drop it let me get ma shine on
Chorus
I'mma wipe the slate clean
Wipe Wipe the slate clean
I'mma wipe the slate
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
Makin' a play in the police face
They was like, "Man, he fresh"
I was like, "Go, DJ" (go)
When they played your new shit
I was like, "No, DJ" (no)
You
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the
motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo,
yo Kris, run that
like this
I'm Bad to the Bone
My flow go hard like a Platinum
I'm bad to the bone
When i roll down the street it be me emcee fresh
When i buzz like
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
"It's like the A to be to the see, it's easy as.."
"1-2-3"
"DJ"
"Hi-Tek why'all" -> Inspectah Deck
"Collaborate, break
bring it back to the one way
Niggas really hating on my Feng Shui
Hating on my dime piece hating on me frontways
Niggas really hating on my Dj
But i took
Yeah one time for your mind
Two times for your soul
Yes y'all it's Mr. Act Now or Never and
Dj Jason Jump
It's that's boom bap hip hop
Do you know
In London
Windows down
Hair blowing in the wind so fresh
Fitted up
Got me feeling like I'm him I guess
You can meet me in the back
Better bring your
got it?
(Throw your hands up) "Criminal Minded
" do you got it?
"By All Means Necessary" (uh)
"By All Means Necessary" (uh)
"Ghetto Music, " do you got
blind deaf or crazy baby
playboy you can believe that
{B.G.}
How you luv it now playboy? Manny Fresh on the motherfuckin tracks boy.
{DJ
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
Staxx
Yeah
Yeah
Bad Lil mama get her fresh out the shower
We gon' get it on for the next few hours
Soul too potent and it ain't like this sour
She
rollin like a bicycle
Fresh like a virgn calculates like a math wiz
You think you're bad? I'ma show you what bad is
Microphone magician, it's the end when
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
Agave Breakfast
Composed by Jan Branicki (DJ Pain1)
Aye I gotta gotta go away
That's what they say at least that's what they told me
If I gotta
just got me dancing like I never thought I'd get it right
So let me blow those motherfucking candles right
Please walk on by my dream song won't sell
But
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin
[DJ Scratches]
It Goes Bliss and Eso
Gallop though your metro
Droppin fresh shit what part you don't get bro?
One for the fun and Two for the crew
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
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
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