Lyrics:
out
Til the DJ screaming get out, get out
Get up out my way I'm about to go crazy
Get up out my way I'm about to go crazy
Baby, we gonna do this my
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
Man I’m so motherfucking fresh out here boi
Ya bitch said what?
Ugh
Ya bitch say I’m fresh
She knows that I'm the best
Said you ain’t the one
Sorry
smoldered flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon
How can I make my point to you fools?
I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof
and on his chest it'll say,
Phi
Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill
Licensed to Ill, my crew gets fresh like Chill Will
I'm shit hot, I drop like sex in my
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
and
Nigga you scoring
Go head
Put a ring on my finger
My ex's will tell ya
I'll rock it
Then give you the finger
All of my niggas is fresh
Trust
All of my
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
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
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
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
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
She said it's yours unless I call her
Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure, for sure
My young niggas
Twins, bitch I'm on my two Glock shit
You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
Body found by the river, feet in cement bricks
Ew she nasty
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
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
Wouldn't none these niggas say nothin'
I done lost and made money
Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
And I'm fresh out of debt in this
done lost and made money
Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
Now I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka!
And they still ain't ready yet
[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
Hold up, don't be fucking up the sexy
Wait, I don't mean act classy
Fuck it, turn it up, get nasty
Turn up the bump, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up,
All my life
I've watched the times
Roll by
I could dance right now
Feel like taking
A chance right now
Cause life's not short
In the moment
Feel
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