Lyrics:
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
Yeah exactly right even Jay-z hit it when he was like 26 27
So you never know man you just gotta keep at it
Alright I'm headed home
It was a long day
sweat 'til it froze
Don't drip the stones
They'll be trailing me home
I ain't Hansel and Gretel
I'm handsome and ghetto
I ain't 'fraid of the chrome
These
Stay far from timid
Only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase, "Sky's The Limit"
Uh, see you chumps on top (everything will be
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
2live crew shit, I rap a lot about new shit
This that country rap tune southern fried funky shit
I am the antithesis or opposite of monkey shit
and higher
Now I's think it's time a nigga announce that all day
Everyday, we just be blessin' da 40 ounce
Gotta drink da 40 or my crew will put me out
My name
so let a nigga know
One, two, three, it's like A, B, C
If hip-hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
Slide, slide, but that's that past
I got somethin'
so let a nigga know
One, two, three, it's like A, B, C
If hip-hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
Slide, slide, but that's that past
I got somethin'
leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it.
[Chorus: x2]
Nike air bubbles on my feet, lookin' fresh,
Got my brand new garms on, dress to impress.
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
the best boy
(Yeah) & you can tell by how I dress boy
(Yeah) & them hoes be like oh yes boy
"JoJo" take it up & stay up
Way up, motherfucker then I come
that's nearly undefeated actually
Crowd starts to boo
If I involved ya two faggot ass
Sons it's gonna be casualties
It'll be a Low, Down
Dirty Shame how
cause I can show ya
Why is my shit so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks
You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew
You might of just
education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When I'm on the street, you
Gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if
Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2
Pool parties beautiful view
You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style
Pass the green
the same struggle, you not my kind
When the stars align, my life will be designed to live divine
From the Northside, where it's genocide
It's nothing I can't
it to the rear, and then I'm exploding
I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi
I got the flea up in the name (a-one, two, a-one, two
down
It's no questioning the shit
Most high
I'm the representative
No lie
When I get this risen
I be in a dimension
Y'all never get to live
No drive
Well it started off on 8th Avenue
When I made up the name called the Get Fresh Crew
It was me, my two DJs Chill Will and Barry B
And my right hand man
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