Fresh, Wild And Bold

歌詞

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