Lyrics:
Live by the fresh code
You know how the rest goes
Out the window with the swag
Why you looking so mad
The way I’m dressed make you piss
Or is it the ice
hands
If it's time for me to meet my maker
That's god plan
Till then I'm a wonder the west
Two 6 shooters
cnd my DJs Fresh
Put ya
Hands in the air n
receive pure shit
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure
[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?
[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?
[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?
[Adam]
million stories
8 million stories (x12)
(verse three Kurtis Blow)
Fresh kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto
I been away for a while as you all know
Now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show
So you listen to my style, whaddaya say?
(We never heard a DJ rap
where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they want to do now!
[Chorus: x2]
What you wantin' two say? (Get funky)
What you want to play?
thirty feet the fat lace
10 for the rafters
Cut the other 20 in the 4 or 5 after
'Til each one on checkerboard J & J classics
Pose when he go to kick
His
Now my candy is so fresh, so clean
I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene
In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight
And that North side
and ten
So I looked over my shoulder right at my friend
He said "Nice knowing ya but this is the end"
So we battened down the hatches and prepared
ekstra ten projekt nasz nie może nawalić
Rapu ekstrakt polej w szkła morze Camparri
Jedna setka to jest tak i wracam na parkiet
Dj set gra pora zbyt
the gold out
DJ played that gangsta shit, the waitress brought the rolls out.
Dope boy fresh, yeah they brought some 24's out
Them hatas stayed at home, but
gotta be by the speaker
By the DJ where they smokin' on reefer
I'll be in the club track suit track suit
Fuck the dress code I'm lookin' like eeeyah
Drink
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
jak DJ Bobo czy Mini Me
Kicksy fresh T shirty i jeans'y też
Albo za etat albo szybki cash
Ale sos trzeba mieć kolo tak tu już jest kolo
Ci co dalej
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
always stickin' 'cause you like it that way
You think it's hotter plus it's def 'cause it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock
Whenever we play (we play)
The revolution now in your ear
Haile Selassie lungs, Bob Marley bong
Marcus Garvey hardy get my black party on
Malcolm X tech, by
devastating mic control
You can't touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his soul
Now we crash through walls, cut through floors
DJ má ten skill, sleduj ten handle
Přede mnou mic a pop filtr
Nejsem jak tvůj oblíbenej pop singer
Pak hned se první hraje další banger
Na stagi mám
M-U-L-A!
B*tch and I’m the house bored
Fresh than a mother f*cker in the house I’m bored
Crib so clean I ain’t even got chores
And I ain’t going
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
scared of a big dick (big dick)
And love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch
Cause I ain't drunk enough to do that shit
[Chorus: repeat 2X
had that clap?
Similar to the sound of the gat
Busted after the party
Everybody running, ducking from the melee
Studio west fresh fest you was the Dj
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