Lyrics:
bring it back to the one way
Niggas really hating on my Feng Shui
Hating on my dime piece hating on me frontways
Niggas really hating on my Dj
But i took
Fresh start
I'm picking picking up pace yeah
Fast car, my nigga this isn't a race yeah
I don't want see, my demons roam free
Light of the world
Let me propose that I can be nothing nonetheless
Yes, C.M.W. - funky fresh
My main attempt on this final approach
Is to get you to attend, but you
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
like a topnotch ho
Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
[DJ Paul]
Now all these chicken head hoes tryna smoke for free
See now hoe round these parts
Soul, P. Diddy, Outkast, Naughty By Nature, Jermaine Dupri,
DJ Jazzy and the Fresh Prince, Fat Joe, Big Pun, Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre, Scarface, Mobb Deep,
Ghetto Boys, Sir Mix-a-Lot, Heavy D,
De La Soul, P. Diddy, Outkast, Naughty By Nature, Jermaine Dupri,
DJ Jazzy and the Fresh Prince, Fat Joe, Big Pun,
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
(The Manager)
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Yeah
I was just broke (broke)
I was just outside with
get back to what we call hip hop
And what it meant to DJ Scot La Rock
How many Mc's must get dissed
Before somebody says, "Don't fuck with Kris!"
Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha
Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent
demeanor can't be shattered, I'm followed by the man
I follow through a fully-executed blueprint plan
I grab a crate for my DJ and work wit a can
I rock
purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not
Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes
Keepin one on every block, she fuck up
Mean muggin', all dese bitches choosin', make me feel like Megatron Don Juan
Bitch I'm flyer den da Aud'bon, niggas starin' wat da pro'lom?
Fresh ah
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
stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggas on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In
I’m a pioneer of hip hoppin, sucka eliminating
Dope beat dropping, never hesitating
Hands levitating to the mic control
By the son of Tomasa, though
(I mean fresh out the motherfuckin Roe)
(Fresh out the motherfuckin Roe!)
Yeah nigga lets get it
Yeah Yeah Yeah Look Look
Look I could tell you all
Alright we ready? We rollin, right?
We rollin, alright
Yo in the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the
Fresh Prince in
jean
Fresh black .45 tool by the spleen
Yeah, who want to Abdul like Kareem?
I'm in the game of death, I'll cave your chest
Yo Scratch got the beat
productions! unk camp! dj unk!
tell um how to do it shawty!
[DJ UNK]
Catch da beat like me. Bounce ya body like dis. You can do it by ya'self. Go on and bounce
still? making that bite and shit
Now the esses calling me Lo Dinero
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by the front and I'm ready to play
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