Lyrics:
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
Let's get away until the end of time hey
She like a barbie fresh out the motherfuckin box
It got the haters watching like some motherfuckin hawks
They
Lee's
Please! In ninety-five, I'ma be straight
Stealin MC's like DJ's be stealin milk crates
Ask Dre, can't nobody hack it, they ill Dre?
You get
fresh face yea
Don't set those expectations up too high
All these standards that people get hung by
I'll read a n*gga like some literature
friends and a bottle of Jack
By the end of the night there's no going back
I'm no cheater, but I like to win
I'll come with you
But I'll leave with your
Aww yeah!
Hey, check it out..
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house! (repeat 8X)
[DJ Quik]
Check it out...
Now I be knockin' bitches like it
(So let's get down, get down)
(So get down, get down)
This is remeniscin' of the days gone by
When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies were fly
"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
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
by, don't break your neck
Just ask to dance it's the best you'll get
Can't sit with us if you're not eating
Girls want beef but they act vegan
Up too
Flash, LL Cool J
Dr. Dre, Rob Bass, Today it's brought by Lupe
Get your ass up on the floor, I said get your ass up on the floor
Get your ass up
and the thunder
Me and Pai on the come up, all you little lames get done up
Need to hold your breath and just shut up (shut up)
So fresh, so clean, ya'll know how I
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
You niggas better check it before you get up and disrespect it
And that weed for twenty-four seven nigga
I never knew a nigga that can smoke a pound
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
DJ Khaled
I'll pick you up in my ride
Make sure you waitin' outside when I pull up
I told my niggas I can't slide (No, no)
Just to be right by
to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice
and come get the thighs."
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe
[DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the
[Vocoder Box:]Four Door
[DJ Quik:]
Engine, engine number nie
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
inviting to me, yeah
Fresh as the summer breeze
She'll take you by surprise
She means so much to me
I'll do whatever
To make her mine
Have some
Yo whassup P?
Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians
What ever
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