Lyrics:
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
(When I first heard, Criminal Minded
(I was in, man, where was I? Seventh grade)
(Battlin' this other emcee) (smokin' a blunt)
(And drinkin' a 40
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,
please, my nuts, read me a story
Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say
Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred
Under my pillow, after
know Latin Fresh
Que sopa que sopa, que sopa
y que paso, que sopa, te saludo, que sopa,
represento, que sopa, a Panamá, que sopa,
con mi estilo, que
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
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
finest
I'm just criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it
[Joell Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringing fresh
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,
down but then he lies
What he is to you, he's a part time sucker
Kewe-kewe-K, Arewa-arewa-R, Ewe-ewe-S, my rhymes are fresh
Please step back, let me
describes the rhyme skill
On the real, all you crab fuckaz know the deal
I want a mill and then some
The outcome, dictated by the income
Get some, step up, if
of pride I tell so many lies
I don't need and MRI to show you're on my mind
I just want you by my side baby hit my line
I'm active active active active
I'm
I tell so many lies
I don't need an MRI to show you're on my mind
I just want you by my side baby hit my line
I'm active active active active
I'm
It's DJ-Z!
Yeah
First name Zane, and my middle name Zeus
Repping my Greek blood, yeah I'm proud of my roots
Got too many attributes, you could never
baby
They know
I’ve been grinding all dayay
Mix it up cook it up fresh it up
DJ Jazz be vibing in the double Dutch
I be feeling like Mr. Clean
Dancing
Mosh Pit
Verse 1
start a mosh pit when I get on the stage bruh nothin but to get it now we killing the stage bruh.
coo as I wanna be fresh like i'm
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
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