Lyrics:
On the mic
I believe that you should get loose
I haven't come to tell you I have juice
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
I'll be back
Yea
SWATS
Zone four in this motherfucker
I'm from Zone four and I'm SWATS made
But you not welcome in my county
If you a opp, I'll get you dropped
coming at me
I ain't giving you my side eye
I'll get up on stage with the light
I ain't a shy guy
I'm no E.T. but I'll classify as SyFy
And I'll put it
love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky, yeah Timmy
Tell it like it is (uh)
Baby,
love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky, yeah Timmy
Tell it like it is (uh)
Baby,
you walk
Baby I like the way you talk
Tell you something I really can't hide
Heaven must have send you to be by my side
Fresh and lovely (Fresh) like
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
on my grill
I figured since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
of a double R
Uh, and I'm on the PJ, I'll be back by ten tomorrow
I'm on my way to a meeting, I'm a real dope boy
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
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
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
beware; my friends will find your weak points (then what)
Get up in there.
Attack your mind, with a fine line when I find time
And I'll find out that you're
the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
dose
I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme I'll be glad to
You thought I couldn't get you but I already had you
I know you heard my dj, is he good or what?
you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play but we probably
get some pussy for this.
Nate:
You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady but I'll let you be
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
Let's listen to this dramatic show
Which was popular in the early days of radio
Ha ha, ha ha, uh, yeah yeah
Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh
gray
Looked on the dance floor and I seen my DJ
Cool hands Kiilu Grand he knows what to play
So we headed for the booth to get the party on the way
teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just
this joint down!
Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh!
[Chorus: DJ cool + Redman]
If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty
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