Lyrics:
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mm, look like DJ Chose)
You look like a freak and I'm tryna find out (freak)
You a bad bitch, need to be in
at the shawty chillin' by the dow man,I'm really into her perssona cause she don't be takin' drama but she thick when I ask her where she get then she say she get
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,
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
This a Mannie Fresh beat and I go Pac on it
My homeboys proud of me like Barack homies
Your homeboys tired of me, I hope they die yawnin'
Leave ya
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
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh
a sommelier
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
you like embarrassment
He's Bionic! Yes! He's Bionic! So fresh!
Repeat
Acquired the skill that you must learn
To become a DJ Doctor, not a grad intern
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
one fresh with a folds
Grill in the back with a grill in the front
24-carrot gold on my trunk
Got a rope like a python hanging 'round my neck
Got
mek it wash down bag-a-walla
Dem a talk bout more fire, we a talk bout more prayer
We this yah tune dat ago mek some DJ talk some more But Wha!
clothes off
And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your Mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me mister no flaw
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills
(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
Baby
I know you like when I talk nasty to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Send me your location, I'ma come through
I'ma put it down
'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(DJ Clue)
Fresh out!
Crazy ???!
Shawn Taylor!
Hot 97!
Damion Young!
Big
[Lil Wayne]
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy wee, Mannie fresh, and unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
comin' sideways
And Topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty
Lyrical sayin' MC slayin', 'Hip Hop Quotable'
Now I'm the Fresh Prince, and if you got good sense
You'll keep your distance, because my sole intent
Is to rock and shock the spot and give my
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bottly harm
Now grab your girl
And run along
'Cuz you'll meet with me by
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
she
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