Lyrics:
motherfucker!"
Now who give a fuck about who bar is the hardest?
When the DJ's think they bigger stars than the artist
Ridin' around in Ferraris doin' more "A"
the moon)
Carbon 150, nina milli', that's my goons
No handouts, nigga, go and get a job (Bitch)
Welcome to Dolph World
Sponsored by the Scrilla Squad
A pair
lifestyle
[C-Bo]
I'll bring it to them how they want it cause there is only one way to do it
Bring it to them how they knew it on they death bed put by fluid
a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground
I know how to get my pairs off me
They can cry
the KRS era
No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC's get wet up, they met up with
West L.A. made me this way. (way!)
Two rules: Stay fresh, homie and get paid!
Hey! (hey!) Never broke! And never bummy! (why)
I'm from where it's
that 30 like Steph
I keep that 30 like Steph
I keep that 30 like Steph
And I just step in Giuseppes
I can do it by myself
I get my bitch from Brazil
I
anit stressing me
I just wanna pull up fresh and clean
Do you got the fam wit you yes indeed
Gold grill in feel like Master P
DJ Khalek how I got
a millionaire by the time school ends.
Fuck my life on the run
Just to walk i should stay strapped
This the life of a convict.
The blunts in rotation
Thee
dough in your pockets
(Yuh) lost your bro only to get
Trolled by that Gollum (Uh)
Save your jokes
You can never cope with your problems (Yo)
Your finger
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
That's that shit though
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is
I eat rappers, save skeleton bones
Welcome to the jungle bitch I
Ride an elephant home
Get to slapping mother fuckers
Get the hell out my throne
Bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"Hello, my name is Elaine --
and I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles"
[Ice Cube]
How
fresh for it the finish lines I’m passing
Mad sparks I’m addressing
Represent ikasi lakho boy time for action
Get your hood up in arms like Christ
ain't your ride
I'll never get by on just enough
I'm still reaching out, he gets to touch
You got me on the side with half a love, oh
But now I can
It was a hot ass bus ride
In the middle of July
But she was so cool and so fresh and so fly
So this my opportunity to try and get at her
"Is it cool if
and fast like a hot wheel spitting fire like a pyro
Im hot and fresh I was born gifted
I get what I want and I stay low
I Bag that lil chick she gon do what
to take em back, on this one
We gon throw this back for P-A-T, and DJ Screw
Mafio and Gator, it's finna go down round here
You know we just getting started,
the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing
y'all
You scu face, I'll split y'all
Get pieced up, no Jigsaw
Run up wrong, get hit torn (Squad)
won't have it
So average your status it don't matter
Shey you know we bout that life so don't panic
Look fresh look fly with no stylist
I'm bout to put
walk closer I couldn't tell you was with him a slime n**** I'll f*** you get some head from your sister John wick or James Bond that's who I am with
I'm so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
I'll make
around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
[Ghostface
Discuss these get ill by dj fresh Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In