Lyrics:
Tough like the New Kids every damn weekend
Thinkin I'm stupid, girl, you must be buggin
The boy you messin wit is my cousin
Tryin to play
Wassup with it, wassup with it?
Wassup with it, wassup with you?
I be runnin' through the streets like I'm speed racin'
Fresh outta prison took some
I was fresh up outta church
With a gun on my lap
Rollin thru the streets of Compton
I’m like fucc it I’m strapped
If a nigga fucc’n with me
Then he
fresh over fresh
I'm in the Benz
Massagin a bitches my rivalry
Rushed out to get some ends
Build the twins
Nigga I love them bitch half Benz
make up my mind
'Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
You you you you
I be right back in bed
eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
a minute)
Now I'm in touch with my feminine side
And I am proud of it
Oh he be looking real slim-thick
No shady
But he got hits by the bunch
No Brady
Looking
learned from u this love is always
Inside of my head inside of my mind I think my real life is a lie
If u won't be mine I think I'm gone die try to save
And promised to always be
By my side
Now you're gone
And I'm waiting patiently
Jamie
I want you to know
Jamie oh Jamie
I'm so glad your mine (so glad
pursuit
Both of 'em scrubs, and I ain't neva wore a doctor suit
Operating on these beasts like I'm a surgeon
Gucci got me fresh as fuck with no detergent
and hungry
You don't really know my calling
You don't really want these problems
I stay fresh to death, but boy my whole team gotta be balling
Holy water
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
I'm back back going like I never never left
Plus the boy right here I'm fresh to death (whoo)
Chris Jones on my feet see I can't fall from Suzuki
lookin' for trouble
I need a Solider that's stackin' an' packin'
We can't even talk if you can't fit a magnum
I'm fresh to def when it comes to fashion
I'm losing my shit (Oh no)
I got no clue who this is (Oh no)
I'm losing it brick by brick (We know)
They all fall one by one
Stellar intelligence when
real motherfuckers, and I be hood Dre
I'm Tabius Tate, I'm like Will Smith
I'm a fresh price, and I fill banks
(Look, look)
Four-fours and big Glocks,
[Intro: Baby]
Uh huh uh huh
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga fuck
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby
Its my turn nigga, I'm under the burn biotch
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
Haters
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
Haters
to) Always tryna stay fresh(like I'm
'spose to) Don't tollerate that stress(like I'm 'spose to) I'll punch
a bitch in the breast (In the chest?) Yeah!!
know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient
When it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks
From the tool, to the rocks
For the lil
know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient
When it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks
From the tool, to the rocks
For the lil
Never lonely by myself, so I keep doing me (ayy)
Never phoney, I'm not trippin' on how things should be
I just go with the flow, carefree
Who it is
shoot when I habla
I'm constantly dropping a tune
Just Be Cautious whenever you bark at me Dog
See the cause of the problem is probably you
Pen game is
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