Lyrics:
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
never be hot so my jacket is chilling
Wang I finesse I might jump on a Gucci to flex
But it's savage by strokes and I kill it
Coolest DJ told me get it I
ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting
gonna keep between us, heard what he said
Think about the niggaz that can't make it to see tomorrow
Left his family all alone cause he got hit by the lead
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Uh
When I awoke, I was sittin' on a boat
that's another story to tell
Niko fresh kwa hii cypher
Best player nadai number
Hii ni sanga, murder case
Mtakumbuka jina mwamba
Hahaha...
I'm comin'
razz on DJ
Say DJ no dey carry me play
And anywhere I dey, no be today
I dey tell you say my guy e don tey
All my DJ wey dey play dem part
Sincerely
you like embarrassment
He's Bionic! Yes! He's Bionic! So fresh!
Repeat
Acquired the skill that you must learn
To become a DJ Doctor, not a grad intern
(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
(Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
(Napoleon,
got a trunk in the cellar
With yellowed teeth and black hair
And skeletons in every state you've been
What you do to me is criminal
The way you touch
are fresh
Please step back, let me progress
Meaning to advance, you only get a glance
Of me at a time, sayin' some rhyme
Or sayin' some rekkid, that
the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million
(Outlaw, ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
(Napoleon,
the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million
(Outlaw, ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
(Napoleon,
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin' plan
And a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, cocoa
wat pomp
Wat pomp?
Uuh (Hosss)
2009 (Yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (Fresh futuristig)
Yo
Dj Hitek (Duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (Some fucking fancy shit)
Uuh
Jy
time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood
No se ha vuelto a enamorar,
Tiene las tetas hechas pero la cola es natural,
bien criminal
Está bien crecida y no le va a bajar, no, oh
Cintura, al
with people getting money like the finest sear
Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped
And Bevel Rap on a doctrine level so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm
I been away for a while as you all know
Now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show
So you listen to my style, whaddaya say?
(We never heard a DJ rap
yeah call it high tide
Gettin drunk on fame, feel like I'm 18
I'm fresh and I got power, yea I'll be seen
I'll deny my faults cause I'm like Billie Jean
fella still waiting
Labeled as criminals under investigation
Can't give up too much information
Do what you do to avoid implications
Suppressing my
product it's bound to get ejected This shit is protected by computron And hard drives and main frames that it's downloaded on Virtual criminal, subtitle
by the heat but,eh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya,
So Cater coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral wit some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida,
[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
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