Lyrics:
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman
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
why this is something for the radio
This rhyme is dedicated to the radio DJ's
That play all the hits on seven days
And even on the weekends,
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
to test landin' then you expandin'
Kick in the door, let the next man in
(Let the next man in)
(Let me hear that) Mom's crib
Saltfish, fresh bacon, some
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
Why they want to spit in my face
I'm at a pace
That would dictate nobody want to live in my place
Cause idiots hate
How my tape
Shows up in DJ's
Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
[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
Pull up to the club, quarter past
Nine, had to come early cuz I hate standin' in
Line. Fresh and feelin’ fly and I’m catchin' people’s
Eyes, either
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
(Dj Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Man
Sheesh, man
Uh, damn
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (good job, sheesh)
See how I'm coming,
speak
Keep the heat at full peak My grammar
With stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ
I'm strappin'
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
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
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
the transition)
5). She Had Fun - Ashton McCreight (produced the beat) Jordan Holt (co produced the beat)
6). Doheny- Produced by
Champagne Spills Interlude
Yeah
You gotta swag it out on this one
Fitteds on lean, tilted to the side
Yeah
I stays Reynolds Wrap fresh from top to bottom
V.I.P. at the club
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
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
to live it up.
All in my hands
Say it fits like a glove
Don’t know no hate
Only hearin this love
Won’t be put down
By a couple of
Interlude:
Maybe
Hello, I'm Brandy and I would like to make a request out to Kevin,
By Immature, "Is It Love This Time"
DJ: Ok, Brandy we'll get that out to Kevin
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