Lyrics:
there
Back from the dead fresh off the prison tier
Daddy here to put the kids to bed
By the way the war's on you can't call it off
It's too late plus
punk shit
Half a mill' a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll
Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though
Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this
You see (uh)
On this here stage tonight is something legendary (yeah)
He goes by the name of The Creator (crazy, ayo)
But you, you call him Tyler
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
their 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
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
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
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
augghh!
You know I'm proud to be black y'all
And that's a fact y'all
And if you try to take what's mine
I take it back y'all, it's like that
DJ
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
put my chain on...
And then the watch...
LIGHTS OUT!
[DJ Khaled:]
This the Pree Ringz!
This Nappy Boy, bitch! (NAPPY BOOYYY)
(Pree Ringz, homie)
It's
*Spoken*
DJ READY RED: Hey, yo D! What's up wit them cash registers and
Shit?
WILLIE D: Oh, that's what the average ho see when she look
tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(DJ Clue)
Fresh out!
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
pocket, I can't even walk
Fifty hitters with me nigga, I set it off
Poppin' bottles, blowing money, I'm just having fun
Me and my niggas fresh to death,
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
Lastly he turning red like Chicago bull
DJ Vashtie I'm dancing in the room
Oh she nasty like Rico smack a b*tch
Oh yeah I'm fancy this a different
on the dance floor
Wrestling in jello"
And the joint was jammin'
From the pumpin' by the D.J.
They were rappin' and clappin'
When up steps Little Sheba
Honk yo horn as she's walking by right now
Yeah
I need some of that, so fresh out the pack
I'll pop yo cherry like a bottle, take a swing
This shit's special
DJ Khaled!
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
New shoes got me fresher than the dj
New joggers don't mistake these for no pjs
Just another day here we go again like C.J
DJ Fresh beats are on replay
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