Lyrics:
benjamins
Wicky wicky wicky, can't you see DJ Air Knee in the place to be Cappu, Bein kaputt,
Das ist ja 'ne eins. Ich kann chicky fresh
Ihr konnt
It's CADDY Vaby Baby yaya
Ion think with my brain no more
Once I got grown
Things changed real slow
Ain't thinkin wit my first head
When she walk by
the motor
Right befoe we f*ck oh yea we cuddle she like when I hold ha
Now its 1 AM um wit da guys you know we racin now
Wifey askin fa cheese lemme check my
gon ride I'm not by ya Side
Asking bout me now dey like Who Am i
I am dat southwest nigga never Changed still don't talk alot
I am product of da good
by a very expensive man
But he is very very much worthy
And he goes by the name of...
Fre, Fre, Fre, Fresh!
Now please baby, pay attention
the commas wit me (hawh)
The bent the bomb da whitney (hawh)
We sent him for designer fit bitch
She's biting like piranha, dick fish
Wit me, you wit me
You wit
grab a crate for my DJ and work wit a can
I rock a break for the people till the girls want to dance
I don't need jewels to shine, just I bring
Get rich or die tryin I'm feelin like 50
I'm chasin my dreams while chasin dem benjis
My city get wicked I stay wit da blicky
I'm smoking
keep her hair fix she keep her nails done
She blowin by da bar she throwin thousand ones
She rock da stunna shades she a stunna man
Oh she see a stunna
Back the name wit potential, but now they know the outcome
So now the ticket's weakened, I stay away from tricks
Defari, phil da agony, xzibit, and tha
I just met lil shawty, saw her eyes, fireflies
Told me that she loved me, heard da words, dat I despise
I don't fuck wit cheating only thing I do is
y da fuck he had to die
cuz he was talkin shit, so he had to die
all ma niggaz fresh, we some fly guys ( fly guys)
when we get dat pack we let em
let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four
Lord Infamous-
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass
in ya chain is truck
Can't come in this rhyme cypha wit nine snipers
Charged off the juice from the pied pipers
Walk around B-Boys, DJ's, MC's
da Wes
Two huned five
I ain't saving no bitch or no thot
Still keep it pimpin true
Hole in my heart no feelings
Rip brandon rip arron true
Fresh out da
"Da Club"
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen!
I was 18, and she was 25
And I was kinda fast for my age
It was the,
Please know that I wouldn't be shit wit out tha fuckin Bay
[Hook]
[DJ Paul - repeat 8X]
Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say
this s**t like voss
She told her momma I’m a boss, I’m so fresh she let me in raw
I follow Chanel by the law, real Gucci bag no knock offs
Tony
Fresh squeezed Oj, i like my eggs scrambled
5 star rewards for all days my niggaz gambled
Da days my people was mistreated n mishandled
Realness
the murderous vocalist
Infamous rippin' up all of your ho shit
Approachin' Da Scarecrow'll butcher and
Tearin' up niggas wit double edge
Lyrical thought
time to dance
We goin party on da dance floor just like dis
Ima roll by ur party wit my chromed out rims
Bass bumpin wit my jg's brand new hit
Take
Name Me Fresh
Written By B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson
Name Me Fresh
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me Fresh
Meaning a brand
to my scale and she say I’m doing the most
Beat up the pot wit the folk
You can tell by my posture I’m having them loafs
Motorola flip it closes dats
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in, DJ Premier, huh, word up
Oh, you got Poet wit'chu, Blaq Po' whattup man
Yo, gimme some
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