Lyrics:
(uh huh)
And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory
Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city
There where the grimy and gritty
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
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
Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got
Huh, yeah-yeah, we reminiscin'
Yeah-yeah
I don't rap fast but I rap technical, yeah-yeah
We reminiscin'
True story
He in the kitchen (DJ Tidesoft!)
diamond on ya finger
Judging your demeanor
I can only presume
You're open for the taking
By the way that ass is shaking
cnd the face you making
That
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
every way imaginable
Yeah
Do the nasty
(Let's play a little game)
I want to say what's up to my DJ Steady Pace
Sha-Born the technician
Ray for real
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
wordplay
Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ
Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher
See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up
Bars, lines, verbal
me no no
Because I no get e motor
Dem dey used to hate me
All the same people don they hail me
All the marketers want to pay me
All the club DJs don
alakoba
As I wake up today baba bless me
Make I enter igboro na the next thing
Take away ma go ma go wey dey stress me
Kin ma fresh kin ma lowo lowo na
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club
I used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was '05
That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had
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
and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
My DJs are so unique
Both them raised on the LA street
Nobody nowhere can hang with the mix
Stay so fresh
From my toes
To my draws
Yea I never slack
But I'm ready for that job
Wacka flocka in the paint
Baby I go hard
Hit it from the back
Cause
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
these words, I feel like DJ Eric,
Went out with your girls and brought it back like, yeah, yeah
You not by yourself, but we know it's still self-care
You
Man I’m so motherfucking fresh out here boi
Ya bitch said what?
Ugh
Ya bitch say I’m fresh
She knows that I'm the best
Said you ain’t the one
Sorry
smoldered flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon
How can I make my point to you fools?
I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof
and on his chest it'll say,
girl I snatch her, cause I'm no bachelor
Don't roll up, I got the mic sewed up, cause I'ma grown up
Me sound wack? wait up, hold up
I'm fresh and no
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