Lyrics:
featuring Ice Cube Jayo Felony
[Mack 10]
I'm screamin as I'm dreamin I see evil bad spirits
So I wake up in the middle of the night
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
high
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(repeat 4x)
[DJ Paul]
Now I'ma M-Town reppa, like no other
Mask on my face cause I ride
I was born yesterday
When they brought my kamakiri
When they handed me the keys
It's a steam-power 10
The frame is out of glasgow
The tech is
of a double R
Uh, and I'm on the PJ, I'll be back by ten tomorrow
I'm on my way to a meeting, I'm a real dope boy
Trap, huh, trap, huh, trap through
Presidential kush gotta smoke everyday just
To get me high love me now
When I make my first 10 mill
Ain't nun to talk about
Walk it out like DJ Unk, go DJ
[Common]
Yo!
[Chorus: x8]
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
[Common]
Blood and magic dripping from me
True thugs and addicts I grip an entry
jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka
[Luda] Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?
[Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?
fresh face yea
Don't set those expectations up too high
All these standards that people get hung by
I'll read a n*gga like some literature
To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray
His style is fresh, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks
If you give him ten
do, huh
I trapped and it changed my life
You trapped and all that you got was blues
If I don't OD or get killed by a weapon and die of old age
Would
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
DJ Khaled
I'll pick you up in my ride
Make sure you waitin' outside when I pull up
I told my niggas I can't slide (No, no)
Just to be right by
(Intro)
In the words of Curtis blow.
Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh. Was born a funky drummer who had to pass a test. Now he's
these bees human fashion painless
Cellphone my bitch to auctions cat paintings
Gotta have a more than cain load me to debatings
Just x nares fifth
to the core, D.J. turn it up
You gots to turn it up, so D.J. turn it up
Fitted low, feeling fresh, shirt pressed, Nike's? Check
Spend a couple dubs in the club,
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
Chain ding a ling
Move out the way
Fresh Citizen
Nigga I'm Tony Lee
Fresh out the Bay
Tryna get paid
High as a plane
I'm the trapping Malcom X
I could
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'
step out I'mma be fresh I'mma die fresh
You dig
I'mma die fresh I'mma die fresh
I'mma I'mma die fresh
I'mma die fresh
I'mma I'mma die fresh
I'mma die
Bem fine da minha life
Tou fresh
Tou fly
Bem fine da minha life
Minha life, minha life, minha life (x2)
Já procurei o inútil
Hoje o que busco, é
(coro) ( x2 )
uno por el rap, dos por el break, tres por el graf, cuatro por el dj.
uno por el rap, dos por el break, tres por el graf, cuatro por el
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
and tired of niggas keep askin' me
"Who was the killers between the hood?" (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Bro I'm a king, that mean we good
Talked
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