Lyrics:
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
and a fresh new
Orleans fitted , a colared polo and a pair of bally
Bucks young money muthafucka know ya worried
Bout us cash money muthafucka see im all I
Top Quality Productions! Unk Camp! Dj Unk!
Tell Um How To Do It Shawty!
[Unk:]
Catch Da Beat Like Me. Bounce Ya Body Like Dis.
You Can Do It By
Funky Fresh, Biotch
I seen you walking down the street had to stop
Turned up the radio, dropped the top
Say ya look so good, you're so fine
I'll
Niggas round the world think they wanna bang
Don't get your ass caught up like Lil' Wayne
I'm too west coast for the west coast
Too fresh nose to suritos
In the place to be
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince
Ay Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil touch of the bass
Not a lot, just a lil'
chouette!
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like Crepe Suzette
I bet you're feeling famished for a 311 sandwich Not the whack DJ's that I'm a damage
I like
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
your ass in one gulp
I love to shit talk
You love to hear me talking shit on this
When Fresh dropping that nasty shit
That old uptown get down CMB
Productions get
The party cranking
DJ KRS now, with the Shabba Ranking
Taking titles, breaking idols
The lyrics I chat in your
Head are like vitals, so eat it
Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn
Damn shes a sexy freak
Her friends are some nasty freaks
We gon get together and you know we be some fucking freaks
Dale Si
DJs they be clubbing it
Players they be loving it, Ladies they be loving it
Haters they be mugging it, but fuck it it's green
H Town, nasty NAWF ain't
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
girl nasty when she tell me record it
Can I hit it in the late night till the early morning
I know baby girl nasty when she tell me record it
Fresh up
a fresh pair of Mauri's
If he rockin' 'em right, then I might let him call me (yo)
He put the Prada bag, wit' the Prada heels with it
The Louis duffle
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
only done by a few
So just pay close attention
To the Wreckin' Cru
You don't need fresh clothes or a pretty face
You just need hella beat with a so-so
we said it
And if you can't read in the magazines
You read about who? You know the Crew
Fresh outta Pac and the first to put the bass on the 24-track
dick when you was kissn that bitch
Nasty shit, u thought i was taller than that
You callin home a hundred times, i was bonin her neck
U got a baby by
(DJ Durel)
Yeah
Yeah
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (blues)
We put a price on you (price)
We
Special
You Know I Wanna Be Honest With You Women So Ima Start Off Like This
[Verse: Drake]
Uh Look, I'm Bold From The Get Go
Go By The Title Of Drake
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
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
on my grill
I figured since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise
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