U Ain't Fresh (Club Mix/Dirty Version)

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 bangin' on the broad, you'd rather open his hatch

And start packin'... 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, 'bout to do ya

Mister Blake

A.K.A. DJ

Quik talkin' 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 mother****er, is getting stupid agai

These niggas gun-tottin', fightin', gettin' rutless agai

There's a message in the

Big Book, didn't you read it?

It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat i

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 diggin' up some more

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

Now put your mother****ing in first, nigga, and mother****ing lift it to ris

And like Frank

Nitti, ?We 2-degree?

And you haters trippin' cause

I got the key to the city

Not a sissy but the hoes keep callin' us pretty

And you mad 'cause the mother****er got me on her titt

Mr. Trou********an talk me talkbox, do why diddy!

And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound mother****ing shitt

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)

Scratchin' all the fleas off of these

Stayin' high off of trees

Top villian, and enjoyin' the breeze

And the time

I'm spendin' in yo mother****ing, a supreme blas

In the back of my

S-500 playin'

Dreamcast [Chorus]

You Ain't

Fresh [x7]

You a busta, nigga

You Ain't

Fresh [x7]

You a busta, nigga[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]

Yo, yo, I'm into somethin' new, hoppin' 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 mother****ing right, and make sure the sound excit

Mother****er in affect, like flashligh

Quik and I do it 'til death

In the house 'yall, blackin' out like

Red & Meth

Thick-boned women, in jeans and linen

Yeah (whew!), make a mother****er wanna go fi****in

And when I walk by, girls singin' a song

Like E... is like a phemomenon

Ugh, al around the world they be bumpin' to

E Shuttin' it down, right in your company

I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors

Tearin' down the roof, rippin' 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, mother****ing fresh for '99

You suckas! [Chorus]

You Ain't

Fresh [x7]

You a busta, ********

You Ain't

Fresh [x7]

You a busta, nigga [Verse 3: Kam

Kam got get-back

So get up off my mother****ing, ra

Bitch, that mother****ing whac

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

And keep a studio full of ghost producers

Young boss heard

You was tryin' to floss, nerd

Hollerin' "which side is the realest?"

Who you steal that from? (Mau********ther****e

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, mother****er y'all fags! [Chorus

You ain't fresh

You ain't fresh...