- U Ain't Fresh - Club MixDirty Version 歌詞 DJ Quik
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- DJ Quik
- I know you like to do ecstacy, and then forget where you are
Be up in a room with a stripper, and your homie
Lamar Now thats a nasty threesome, a straight mis-match
Instead of bangin on the broad, youd rather open his hatch
And start packin... and get some dookie on your tip
Dont look now, you got a loogie on your lip
Next time video tape it, let us all see it
This is Sir
Herb, Ill put you on the web - you pervert
The number 23 on the beats, bout to do ya
Mister Blake
A.K.A. DJ
Quik talkin to ya
And Ill prove
Im proper and yo game is whack with 1 line
Ill never put my name on a track that wasnt mine
This hip-hip shit, is getting stupid again
These niggas gun-tottin, fightin, gettin rutless again
Theres a message in the
Big Book, didnt you read it?
It say if niggas dont remember the past, they gonn repeat it
So Im into ???ated
That ground heart-stated
And we all made it
If you want a hit, nigga, call
David The first name basis, depends on how the pay is 50 under the table do it enough, dont need a label
Cause I rob from the rich and
I... gives to the ?floor?
The ground-level ground shovel diggin up some more
So lets stay focused cause the chip is the prize
Now put your shit in first, nigga, and shift it to rise
And like Frank
Nitti, ?We 2-degree?
And you haters trippin cause
I got the keyto the city
Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin us pretty
And you mad cause the bitch got me on her titty
Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy!
And Ill tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound shitty
Ill take your hoe up to the room and show her no pity
So call me
DJ Meow Mix cause we gets kitty (meow)
Scratchin all the fleas off of these
Stayin high off of trees
Top villian, and enjoyin the breeze
And the time
Im spendin in yo bitch, a supreme blast
In the back of my
S-500 playin
Dreamcast [Chorus]
You Aint
Fresh [x7]
You a busta, nigga!
You Aint
Fresh [x7]
You a busta, nigga! [Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Yo, yo, Im into somethin new, hoppin through
Quicker than the
Compton Crew, and
Y too Yo, what you wanna do ?
You aint fresh!
No contest - we cook like
Raekwon the
Chef And write for the skills, get set for the kill
And prep for the meals, after that we chill
The E-R-I-
C-K is my name,
I spell Bring it back like 92, with clientele
And keep shit right, and make sure the sound excite
Nigga in affect, like flashlight
Quik and I do it til death
In the house yall, blackin out like
Red & Meth
Thick-boned women, in jeans and linen
Yeah (whew!), make a nigga wanna go fishin
And when I walk by, girls singin a song
Like E... is like a phemomenon
Ugh, al around the world they bebumpin to
E Shuttin it down, right in your company
I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors
Tearin down the roof, rippin the floors
Cause raps no game,
I pack heat, aint afraid to pull it
For what packs,
I packs full of bullets
Stop when
I come through
Big, Black, motherfucker fresh for 99
You suckas! [Chorus]
You Aint
Fresh [x7]
You a busta, nigga
You Aint
Fresh [x7]
You a busta, nigga [Verse 3: Kam ]
Kam got get-back
So get up off my dick, rat
Nigga, that shit whack
You want a hit track?
Where Quik at?
Knick, knack , patty whack
I only bone dimes
How you tight?
You dont even write your own rhymes
Its been a long time
Since you last heard from me
Like Bill ass
Hillary, 'whats up?'
Still love me, pretty young thang?
City Im from bang
Whats up, nigga?
Real Gs dont wear titty and tongue rings
Yous a fruity-o, you make the most excuses
And keep a studio full of ghost producers
Young boss heard
You was tryin to floss, nerd
Hollerin 'which side is the realest?'
Who you steal that from? (Mausberg)
The street slang thief is your chief employment
You live a life full of grief after brief enjoyment
Fake gang bangers, when you see us, tuck all rags
Adios, buenos dias, fuck yall fags! [Chorus]
You aint fresh
You aint fresh...
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