i know the lyrics...
oh...aight
im a dirty south hustler all i do is stay fresh
alligators on my shirt, ice on my teeth, evisu's on my a**, bathing apes on my feet.(oh, whoa)
yall gone respect my fresh(kinfolk, kinfolk) yall gone respect my fresh.
im sittin sideways squatting 24's on the whip.
go the whole club watchin me these women wanna dip.
(kinfolk, kinfolk)
kinfolk respect my fresh
(kinfolk, kinfolk)
you gone respect my fresh.
i hit the scene evisu jeans yellow (?) shirt.
everytime i leave my house you see how i merk
gucci frames, watch, and chains..look how hard i merk.
i aint gone even talk about none of my cars on this verse.
im a fly memphis huslter all i do is stay fresh.
got the plain short sleeves polo under the polo vest.
you think you fly as kia shine
you just a hater talkin noise
every shirt up in my closest, alligator or the orange
dreds hanging off my shoulders plus these ladies dig my voice
i was so fresh at BET they should have gave me an award
i hit the mall on a daily man, i stay off in the mall
last time i checked i had every color of the cars.
you can catch my in premiere in a polo on a sunday
and no i dont wear my collar flipped up like kanye.
my girl look like she just stepped off a runway.
respect ya boy fresh and listen to what the song say.
alligators on my shirt, ice on my teeth, evisu's on my a**, bathing apes on my feet.(oh, whoa)
yall gone respect my fresh(kinfolk, kinfolk) yall gone respect my fresh.
im sittin sideways squatting 24's on the whip.
go the whole club watchin me these women wanna dip.
(kinfolk, kinfolk)
kinfolk respect my fresh
(kinfolk, kinfolk)
you gone respect my fresh.
s dots, reeboks, shelltoes, icy whites
old school jordans, mayne, which one am i gone rock tonite.
bathing apes, polo boots, or my louis loafers
by the time i make my mind up the club gone be over
flippin frost in a rover, im riding in a quater til.
seven four fifth, me and street knock in a quater til.
peanut butter goods..i special order the wood wheel
rims on it super hard, same color as the car.
look kinfolk ya killin 'em
im hurtin boys feelings
when that hog come is when im gone be chin,chin,chillin
i put my money where my mouth is and bought me some teeth
just to let you haters know what im talkin aint cheap.
i hit the club v.i.p, haters grillin me like paul wall
underneath my polo fleece, i got sumthin for all of yall
contrary to your belief, rap huslters run these streets.
in these red monkey jeans thats nine hundred apiece.
alligators on my shirt, ice on my teeth, evisu's on my a**, bathing apes on my feet.(oh, whoa)
yall gone respect my fresh
(kinfolk, kinfolk)
yall gone respect my fresh.
sittin sideways squatting 24's on the whip.
go the whole club watchin me these women wanna dip.
(kinfolk, kinfolk)
kinfolk respect my fresh
(kinfolk, kinfolk)
you gone respect my fresh.(2x)
im a fly memphis n***a all i do is stay fresh(4x)
2006-08-09 12:42:41
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answered by Anonymous
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For the traditional suspects: Elvis Costello: The final traces in 'Welcome to the Working Week': Why do you wanna be my buddy while I suppose like a juggler strolling out of fingers? '... And In Every Home,' in most cases the silliest orchestration Costello's ever performed, begins "You flip to the sinister whilst you get the boot" and has the road later "'He's in jail, now she's strolling together with his buddies." It's a a laugh distinction among the seedy small-time criminal lyrics and the deliberately overblown orchestration way to Steve Nieve. Warren Zevon: Run Straight Down - I feel it is off of Transverse City. 'Play It All Night Long': "Sweet house Alabama, play that useless guy's tune / Turn the ones audio system up complete blast, play all of it night time lengthy" Also: Run Through the Jungle - CCR Man at the Run - Cowboy Mouth
2016-08-28 11:27:16
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answered by ? 4
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