CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!) It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!)
[Maestro Fresh Wes] Well it's the Fresh W-E to the S brother Wes The style you try to kick is colourless I got the skills you wish you had You never had the gift to gab I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag I'm casanova, 'cause your wife said I am I made her hide her wedding band Say (I can't believe how wet I am) I gave the balls to Lucille, get broke with true shield I pack blue steel, making crews yield I'm rocking 'til early morn I make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on) That doesn't mean my head's getting bigger I stay down to Earth, so when they see me they say {Yeah dat's my nigga!)
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[Maestro Fresh Wes] I make wack rappers think about retiring Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, UPS is hiring I got skills, not run of the mill I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill I get props like Lionel Hampton, city bank of Brampton(?) I live in the bush, but my boom spots are Franklin Although I am Canadian, I'll still catch wreck at the Paladium When I possess the microphone like Damien, I'm hitting all the cuties Give Facts of Life to Blair and T, I make Mrs. Garrett shake her booty Can't you see my style's original (original) And I'm making the residuals, being an individual I slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of Spam Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram For better sex, yo I'm liver than Memorex Single, but
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[Maestro Fresh Wes] Well it's the Fresh W-E to the S brother Wes The style you try to kick is colourless I got the skills you wish you had You never had the gift to gab I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag I'm casanova, 'cause your wife said I am I made her hide her wedding band Say (I can't believe how wet I am) I gave the balls to Lucille, get broke with true shield I pack blue steel, making crews yield I'm rocking 'til early morn I make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on) That doesn't mean my head's getting bigger I stay down to Earth, so when they see me they say {Yeah dat's my nigga!)
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[Maestro Fresh Wes] I make wack rappers think about retiring Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, UPS is hiring I got skills, not run of the mill I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill I get props like Lionel Hampton, city bank of Brampton(?) I live in the bush, but my boom spots are Franklin Although I am Canadian, I'll still catch wreck at the Paladium When I possess the microphone like Damien, I'm hitting all the cuties Give Facts of Life to Blair and T, I make Mrs. Garrett shake her booty Can't you see my style's original (original) And I'm making the residuals, being an individual I slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of Spam Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram For better sex, yo I'm liver than Memorex Single, but
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