U Ain't Fresh (Club Mix/Dirty Version) - 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 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 shit 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 nigga 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 shit in firs nigga 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 bitch got me on her titty Mr Troutman talk me talkbox do why diddy And I'll tell you to your ear nigga 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 bitch a supreme blast In the back of my S 500 playing Dreamcast You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You a busta nigga You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You a busta nigga 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 shit right and make sure the sound excite Nigga 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 nigga 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 You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You a busta nigga You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You Ain't Fresh You a busta nigga 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 don't even write your own rhymes It's been a long time Since you last heard from me Like Bill ass Hillary what's up Still love me pretty young thang City I'm from bang What's up nigga Real G's don't wear titty and tongue rings You's a fruity o you make the most excuses 404

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