Lyrics:
freeway
Headed to the city where the Heat play
My jersey retired like D Wade
So please play one more song DJ because
I need somebody to hold tonight, I need
freaknik
Wall to wall, all the girls, all the dogs
Players ball, my jersey gone hang real tall
DJ blanking out his mind, that’s a-huf on the turntables
B-rab
couldn't ask for more
It's an old school cut from '82
Done funky fresh by the Wreckin' Cru
So if you'll listen close you'll surely find
You're listening
Y'all, hey, for the hood too, in the mix with DJ Stylus, let's get it, let's get it, hey, look
It's Sonny Slick and I'm at it again Don't takin'
DEF rhymes by the ounce
And if you ain't with it it's the thought that counts
Cause they call me Doug E. Fresh
Cause known I'm DEF
DEF rhymes by the ounce
And if you ain't with it it's the thought that counts
Cause they call me Doug E. Fresh
Cause known I'm DEF
with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy
"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Galaxy club where there's a freestyle superfly fresh contest going
On tonight. if
and beats all around
Police beat us on the ground
Do I have to tell you how this Industry goes down
Promote the thugs with the criminal sound
Stereotypical
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
drive em' crazy
A big tymer by myself, nigga I'm Fresh and Baby
Keep them blunts and them doobies like a chevy blazing
Gotta give up to GOD he made me
Three hours too late
Yeah
Yeah
Yo mic check
I smell flesh
I smell fresh ya what did you expect
Roni on my neck so shiny it reflect
But lately I feel
I been off this addy since I tried it
Bitch I can't sleep
You can copy my shit and still be ass
Bitch you not me
If I show up it's by popular demand
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
what.
To the DJ scratch, you met yo match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,
So takin' you off into the galaxy
Is Vicious, Vicious,
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
augghh!
You know I'm proud to be black y'all
And that's a fact y'all
And if you try to take what's mine
I take it back y'all, it's like that
DJ
Criminals
Adrenaline junkies
With bad habits
A bunch of misfits
Prone to death
Prone to violence
I'm rolling passenger
In a stolen Vet
Hotel hop'n with hos
and DJ's know how to pound beats
Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets
So much work went into this to line the notes of fact
lyrical, context that kick
Just like that little girl that got shot in +Fresh+
Word to momma, I'm hotter than that nigga with the bomber
leather pants
Greatness
Skiibii
JaySnyth on the beat
In a whip
Everything just litty litty
Fresh go
Ice on my neck
Ice on my wrist you should know daz how star do
to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills
And fresh windmills, and graf that kills
What is a DJ without the scratch to build?
Without the elements,
menu
Nemaj tam tvůj snack
Sedm osm devět deset
Nastav na volno svůj preset
Tady nejsi v jobu
Měl bys asi zmáčknout reset
Měl bys asi zmáčknout reset
Doug E. Fresh with the beatbox
Onyx, The LOX, and 2Pac bumpin' in the boombox
J Dilla, Killer Mike, MC Lyte
Stop playin', you ain't never heard a flow
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