' mama like what Monday Morn stack tryna get my cheese back All these memories breed seed to the rhythm rhyme pleaser Lay back while we sippin' on a Breezer Fresh four pack
swing it? (2x) [fatal talkin' over chorus] It's no way out the game You can't see it Verse two The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks Writin' out
I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a design masterwind Not Never The Less Fresh like L addresss yes the LS'
, fuck it throw it like fuck it got a hundred ones i'ma throw it like fuck it got a hundred ones i'ma throw it like fuck it fuck it louie story back pack
on the throne, brush inside your home like my real home alone, then tell them leave me alone for i live too full of fun, purple drink for real,fresh for
all the way down from my head to my feet I cant feel my face so please don`t speak You wanna know what we do when the club get packed Toss my set raise
eyes, nigga dont lie , ion lik dat shit yu a get pistol whiped, wit he fuckin grip, bust 5 five shots redd beam dotts, lik chicken pocks, nigga im fresh
Up Off The Lame ish, The Music ima Save it Evil Scientist Come & See What i Created A Fresh New Style , A Fresh New Look i Throw The Fishin Line , Now
we keep lighting up Nigga I stay sedated, that's right we're not cut From the same cloth, you're chin-chilla soft I'm brilla-pack cost, I'll take your
Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle Brothers Protect your Jimmy and keep it fresh
on the rainbow(*3) dudes think there fresh but we ain't even on the same boat man i got colors that ain't even on the rainbow(*3) dudes think there fresh
on the rainbow [x3] Dudes think there fresh but we ain't even on the same boat Man I got colors that ain't even on the rainbow [x3] Dudes think there fresh
the bitch loose And after the crew I'll have her lickin' on the 'sis too We gettin' money where I'm from nigga You gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack
who can dig it 'Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack
go to catch the PMD Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest Make a motherfucker catch a cardiac arrest Live out the Fresh Fest, one
they can't help it Just stay where you bowin' down Some more you can't get these pounds Unless you gone smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit
butt, shakes my gut like 'yeah bitch, what?' Yeah I likes it rough, tough ask ya man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club, pack
of me And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them But not just everyday but you could never be too used to them I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh