president so that makes her my first lady and i keep her fresh, her shoe game is crazy and i could brawl out for a dog, thats my baby fresh manicure
lotta bullets in his head, in his head It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it with gangsta Fred outta North Memphis on another caper Fresh like the
act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger Get the shit on, light a fresh
fresh MC Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the Fugees Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred Durst Call a nurse
? What can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?" "Nevermore," quothe he at me, hating on this fresh MC, Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing
on this fresh MC Satanic raven, Nietzsche glee Killing me softly like the Fugees Now I feel worse, my verse is terse Joy inverse just like Fred Durst
And the Russians, they dance on a saber. But the Mexicans dance on their hats. Oh they dance on hot coals in Calcutta. In Wisconsin they dance on fresh
That Jazz! [Roxie Hart] Say it again, Fred. [Fred Casely] Jesus. [Roxie Hart] Hey, why is the hurry? Amos ain't be home until midnight. Freddie? Fred
mitch match dont get daps, i only touch money mah name iz fred money and i look like money im bout dhat green like a dutch dhat's huni im fresh like
Words and Music by Fred Small Copyright 1994 Pine Barrens Music (BMI) Awake arise all you who slumber Daylight is driving the stars from the sky Every
. The girls won't be on you, Fred, your face is all burnt!" Fred got mad and his head started steamin' But I thought what the hell, I'm only dreamin' I said, "Please leave Fred
me my hair combed and my slicker, Gonna get spruced up and I'll --- her. Put on the dog and I'll city-slick her, Mr. Harvey, Mr. Harvey, Fred Harvey
Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum I learn to lead myself, not be a follower I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower I created something funky fresh
fellas seeds and my pro kicks My style was so deaf 'Thuggin' won't even make it fresh' he said So now I need my tracks that 'Bite neck' Fred It's that
t work The girls won't be yours, Fred, your face is all burnt" Fred got mad and his head started steamin' But I thought what the hell, I'm only dreamin' I said, "Please leave Fred
girls won't be on you Fred, your face is all burnt" Fred got mad and his head started steaming But I've thought what the hell I'm only dreamin' I said please leave Fred
of them fresh ones A fresh one Jeffrey, no music, no music That was decent, that was decent That's my DJ, that's my DJ Jazzy Jeff, I'm the Fresh Prince
Dad came home in a body bag. He never had a chance to say goodbye. He was a good man - fooled to believe in a fake ideal. His veins soon pulsed with