Cru

[Yogi (Mighty Ha)]
Aiyyo Im fresh (DAMN!, why you say that yo?)
Cause I run up in your girl then I puff a stoge (How fresh?)
So fresh that Im crisp and clean
And I stick to your ribs like Christ to Al Green
"I rocks rough and stuff", nah, that aint 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, thats 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 its the Rhythm Blunt
Yo its like extra P cause Im looking at the front
But if you move it all, kid your gonna fall
Youll be Ready to Die, rest in peace Biggie Smalls, baby baby
"Matter fact, Im sick of talking"
About to wreck your body from L.A. to New York and
Back to L.A., Im out like O.J.
Yet Im "F-R-E-S-H"
[Chorus: Woman Vocalist]
An Uck, Cru dont give an uck
Fresh, Wild & Bold dont give an uck
Give an uck, Cru dont give uck
Fresh, Wild & Bold dont give an uck, an uck, an uck,
an uck
[Chadeeo (Mighty Ha)]
Aiyo Im wild (What makes ya say that Chad?)
Cuz yo Id 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 Im 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, thats 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 theres no tape backs, when I begin to backs
No doubt Im goin for mine, and mine is all that matters
What day is it dog? you dont know, you better scatter
Run and ask him whats 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 Im bold, what makes ya say that Ha?
Cuz I break it to you little, take a drink at the bar
How bold?
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