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Aiyyo I'm fresh (DAMN!, why you say that yo?) |
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Cause I run up in your girl then I puff a stoge (How fresh?) |
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So fresh that I'm crisp and clean |
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And I stick to your ribs like Christ to Al Green |
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"I rocks rough and stuff", nah, that ain't my line |
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Get the bitches more than niggas sip the wine |
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So act like, (ACT LIKE), act like it rehearse it |
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Uka wanna seven, New York is straight murder |
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Smoke a million and a half blunts on the roof |
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And every other winter vests are bulletproof, that truth |
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Had Boris all day, Gladys all night |
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Once I get it to the other side things will be aight, that's right |
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Get the munchies after the hemp |
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Got to Red Lobster get the crabs and shrimps |
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The E & J with the ginger ale never fail |
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Bicardi while I flips ghetto tales |
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Take a sick clique kid everywhere that I-go |
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Make appearances on Ricki Lake and Allado |
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You know who we are so, put you funky niggas to a test |
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(Survey says?) |
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Times up motha uh |
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Yo it's the Rhythm Blunt |
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Yo its like extra P cause I'm looking at the front |
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But if you move it all, kid your gonna fall |
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You'll be Ready to Die, rest in peace Biggie Smalls, baby baby |
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"Matter fact, I'm sick of talking" |
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About to wreck your body from L.A. to New York and |
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Back to L.A., I'm out like O.J. |
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Yet I'm "F-R-E-S-H" |
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[Chorus: Woman Vocalist] |
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An Uck, Cru don't give an uck |
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Fresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uck |
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Give an uck, Cru don't give uck |
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Fresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uck, an uck, an uck, |
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An uck |
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[Chadeeo (Mighty Ha)] |
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Aiyo I'm wild (What makes ya say that Chad?) |
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Cuz yo I'd rather stick niggas then read off this pad (How wild?) |
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So wild, I run up on niggas blocks, sell some dummy rocks |
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And pot shots at cops |
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Chadeeo, yes the murderous assassin, comes thru crashin |
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Make sure ya seat belts fastin |
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Blastin for the dome piece with the chrome piece |
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Niggas is runnin from my site cuz I'm known beast |
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They flood red from they own blood shed |
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Verbal lead to the head, they dread shootin the dutch dead |
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So get smoked like 99 in Maxwell, or you get |
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Smoked and broked down clown, that's what the fax tell |
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And if you feel bigger, think youse a real nigga |
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I run up with my real gun up and pull the steel trigga |
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And go find a friend, sip up on a Heineken |
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And let them know how the title king is all mine again |
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If he start to fake jacks, he better make tracks |
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Cuz there's no tape backs, when I begin to backs |
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No doubt I'm goin for mine, and mine is all that matters |
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What day is it dog? you don't know, you better scatter |
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Run and ask him what's the frequency, count it, I tell ya |
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Verbal wildness, societies menace |
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The one Chadeeo with the tauntin lyrics |
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And I shall keep comin back like hauntin spirits |
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One time for ya mind [x4] |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Mighty Ha] |
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Well I'm bold, what makes ya say that Ha? |
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Cuz I break it to you little, take a drink at the bar |
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How bold? |
