Lyrics:
Funky Fresh, Biotch
I seen you walking down the street had to stop
Turned up the radio, dropped the top
Say ya look so good, you're so fine
I'll
Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
Love, soft as an easy chair
s2pid!, love, fresh as the morning air
S2pid!, love, love that is shared by two
S2pid Luv!, i have found in you
III
(Nasty
my money
Me and Baby gettin freaked by this chick named Honey
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
All over the world y'all
I love them girls y'all
When it be
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
Pull up to the club, quarter past
Nine, had to come early cuz I hate standin' in
Line. Fresh and feelin’ fly and I’m catchin' people’s
Eyes, either
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
(Dj Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Man
Sheesh, man
Uh, damn
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (good job, sheesh)
See how I'm coming,
know what you're thinking
Nasty intentions
Now party with me
And by the end of the night
You gon' leave prolly wit' me
And know exactly
Why they call me
I like my boyfriend ugly and a little bit mean
Kill a nigga if he touch me
Treats me like a queen
And he gotta get nasty (big nasty)
Anytime I want
speak
Keep the heat at full peak My grammar
With stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ
I'm strappin'
at home all day, man, it's not a game
Stunna, what's really good with 'em?
We ain't never let 'em take our food away
(I got it, yeah)
Fresh, you nasty
at home all day, man, it's not a game
Stunna, what's really good with 'em?
We ain't never let 'em take our food away
(I got it, yeah)
Fresh, you nasty
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
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
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
Yeah
You gotta swag it out on this one
Fitteds on lean, tilted to the side
Yeah
I stays Reynolds Wrap fresh from top to bottom
V.I.P. at the club
(uh huh)
And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory
Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city
There where the grimy and gritty
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
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
Represent lyricism like I mastered it’s lessons/
cause I rap fresh ‘n represent rap in its essince/
I rep for the graf’ heads who emptied mad cans/
‘n I rep
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
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