Lyrics:
coupe you bitch
Play boy
(Chorus)
{Mannie Fresh}
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F.
pass the drink
Hood rich, we don't need a glass to drink
No we don't fight, we just dance in minks
By the end of the night need a nasty freak
It's
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
*"hey" repeated throughout the Intro and Chorus*"
[Intro - Classified - talking]
My word, ha!
[Chorus - Cuts by DJ Jorun] - w/ ad libs
"We don't
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
melt
Tokyo Tribe, DJ Muro, king of the digging
Crazy yen style stay winnin'
Diggin' daddy, ammo is brolic
Fila sneakers and suede goose, walked in
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
See I like the fit with the nasty ass
The kind that hums when the shit goes past
Grab a cheek when the girl goes by
Slap it hard make the booty
gotta stay fresh (like I 'pose to)
Don't tolerate that stress(like i 'pose to)
I'll punch a bitch in the breast (in the chest)
I caught up with this ho
This is, this is
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I want to do
Broke
and buy Greg's sox
It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please
Stinky nasty like the head cheese
Caps gowns honorary degrees
Rhymes fresh pressed like
the Cadillac, (yeah)
Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (chip, chop it up,
Dungeon Family, all day long baby
We finna break it off with some fresh new shit (ya, ya, ya)
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part 'cause the Feds
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
1, 2, 1, 2
I am the dominating Fresh Kid Ice
And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother
And introducing to you on the two turntables
BM = Brother Marquis
FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
TO = Both of them together
Verse 1
[BM] The party people love it when we take the stand
With
some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
not to flip
Smoke a blunt, pour some white out for Bankroll Fresh
Every motherfuckin' Rollie, might as well buy a vest
Grind hard, fuck the rest, DJ
she pass through
Ooh! can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Nigga I gotta be Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Fuck 9-5
I'll stay till 5:30
Job
God, getting fucked by Hopsin, do you know how awesome that would be? Ah"
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch
the DJ turn it up
Cuz she wants to hear it all night while we steady pouring up
I'm turning her on, just rubbing her body can say massage
Whispering nasty
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