Lyrics:
my hood'll know
And when I ride, I'll be singin' this chorus
Plenty money and dope
A lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Me I just mind my own just staying out da loop
Speedin down 264 in dat space coupe
Bad bitch by my side making plays too
Tellin youngins if I can get
fresh huh, a woman's pet
There ain't a thing in the world that I can't get
In the history books or the picture show
It's the golden voice on your
or suck up to anyone
I wake up when I want, make our props, get paid out my asshole
My DJ's the mothafuckin' business
Every time he hits me with a beat I'm
Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me,
I got the homies with me
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
a machete
He scuffs the bars a-get you involved
As the record revolves, DJ's dissolve
Musically, physically, mentally he's an innovator
Greater, Cut-Creator
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians
What ever
Peace crumb! I bring to you good news
My equipment's at a minimum, on some of the beats
You will possibly hear what I could use
When I get it you
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
That's as high on the top as you can get
And you best believe, I'll be on it
So before you decide, to try me out
I'm gonna let you all know what I'm all
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
Spoonie Gee, T La Rock, Special K
Chuck Chillout, Eric B, Funkmaster Flex
All respects due
Doug E Fresh, Nice & Smooth
Kid Capri, Kool G Rap, DJ Starski
Y'all best get a Lyft
Fo a ride
I'm offensive with the quips
Don't try
To commence my penmanship's
So fly
Man he fresh and limitless
Oh my
Buncha Brad
to...
How dope is this shit?...
I'm soundin' like Future...
Mumble & rap & shout out the producer...>>(DJ STELO!)
Heart like medusa...
I'm used
spinnin, Old School spinnin,
Lc spinnin, make sure you tipping',
DJ Dink spinnin, Montel spinnin,
Music Man spinnin',
You know that Fresh spinnin'
Deanna
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
GET ON THE FLOOR (HEY THERE MR DJ)
(Written, Produced,Performed by GROOVE STATE)
Hey there Mr DJ,
Get get get get on the floor
Get get get
suckas pretend to be
Get offended by me they depend on my energy
That's a penalty nigga
Finna be remedied the epitome of an enemy
In a minute we cut
strolled back home with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
cause you ain't got no option
DJ got the dancefloor locked in
Hip Hop don't stop, we keep rockin'
We came in here to get it poppin'
Party like we ain't
Let's get away until the end of time hey
She like a barbie fresh out the motherfuckin box
It got the haters watching like some motherfuckin hawks
They
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