U Ain't Fresh (Club Mix) (Club Mix|Explicit)

U Ain't Fresh (Club Mix|Explicit) - DJ Quik/Eric Sermon/Kam

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 that's a nasty threesome

A straight mis-match

Instead of banging on the broad

You'd rather open his hatch

And start packing and get some dookie on your tip

Don't look now you got a loogie on your lip

Next time video tape it let us all see it

This is Sir Herb

I'll put you on the web you pervert

The number 23 on the beats about to do ya

Mister Blake A K A DJ Quik talking to ya

And I'll prove I'm proper

And yo game is whack with 1 line

I'll never put my name on a track that wasn't mine

This hip-hip sh*t is getting stupid again

These niggas gun totting fighting getting rutless again

There's a message in the Big Book didn't you read it

It say if niggas don't remember the past

They gone repeat it so I'm into ated

That ground heart stated

And we all made it

If you want a hit ni**a call David

The first name basis depends on how the pay is

50 under the table do it enough don't need a label

Cause I rob from the rich

And I gives to the floor

The ground level ground shovel digging up some more

So let's stay focused cause the chip is the prize

Now put your sh*t in firs ni**a

And shift it to rise

And like Frank Nitting We 2 degree

And you haters tripping cause

I got the key to the city

Not a sissy but the hoes keep calling us pretty

And you mad cause the b**ch got me on her titty

Mr Troutman talk me talkbox do why diddy

And I'll tell you to your ear ni**a you sound shitty

I'll take your hoe up to the room

And show her no pity

So call me DJ Meow Mix cause we gets kitty meow

Scratching all the fleas off of these

Staying high off of trees

Top villiang and enjoying the breeze

And the time I'm spending in yo b**ch a supreme blast

In the back of my S 500 playing Dreamcast

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You a busta ni**a

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You a busta ni**a

Yo yo I'm into something new hopping through

Quicker than the Compton Crew and Y too

Yo what you wanna do You ain't 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 sh*t right and make sure the sound excite

Ni**a in affect like flashlight

Quik and I do it 'til death

In the house yall blacking out like Red Meth

Thick-boned women in jeans and linen

Yeah whew make a ni**a wanna go fishing

And when I walk by girls singing a song

Like E is like a phemomenon you Ain't Fresh

Ugh all around the world they be bumping to E

Shutting it down right in your company

I blow through like a gust of wind through doors

Tearing down the roof ripping the floors

Cause rap's no game

I pack heat ain't afraid to pull it

For what packs I packs full of bullets

Stop when I come through

Big Black motherf**ker fresh for 99

You suckas

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You a busta ni**a

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You a busta ni**a

Kam got get back

So get up off my dick rat

Ni**a that sh*t whack

You want a hit track

Where Quik at

Knick knack patty whack

I only bone dimes

How you tight

You don't even write your own rhymes

It's been a long time

Since you last heard from me

Like Bill a** Hillary what's up

Still love me pretty young thang

City I'm from bang

What's up ni**a

Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings

You's a fruity o you make the most excuses

And keep a studio full of ghost producers

Young boss heard

You was trying to floss nerd

Hollering 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 f**k y'all fags

You ain't fresh

You ain't fresh

You ain't fresh