Maestro Fresh Wes - Dat's My Nigga!! Lyrics
Chorus [maestro fresh wes]Its the mad flavour kicker, the script flipperThey call me fresh wes (ah yeah dats my nigga!)Its the mad flavour kicker, the script flipperThey call me fresh wes (ah yeah dats my nigga!)[maestro fresh wes]Well its the fresh w-e to the s brother wesThe style you try to kick is colourlessI got the skills you wish you hadYou never had the gift to gabIm free base, youre just a seed from a mother*****er nickel bagIm casanova, cause your wife said I amI made her hide her wedding bandSay (I cant believe how wet I am)I gave the balls to lucille, get broke with true shieldI pack blue steel, making crews yieldIm rocking til early mornI make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on)That doesnt mean my heads getting biggerI stay down to earth, so when they see me they say{yeah dats my nigga!)Chorus[maestro fresh wes]I make wack rappers think about retiringStop aspiring, you aint inspiring money, ups is hiringI got skills, not run of the millI mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hillI get props like lionel hampton, city bank of brampton(? )I live in the bush, but my boom spots are franklinAlthough I am canadian, Ill still catch wreck at the paladiumWhen I possess the microphone like damien, Im hitting all the cutiesGive facts of life to blair and t, I make mrs. garrett shake her bootyCant you see my styles original (original)And Im making the residuals, being an individualI slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of spamHoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogramFor better sex, yo Im liver than memorexSingle, but Im out to change them all to demorexThats right Im metaphoricalBut Im on my own dick so Im uncategoricalI cant stand imitatorsLike my nigga big l, Im only rolling with orginatorsYou like my flow, so I figuredSo when I say fresh wes you say (dats my nigga!)Chorus x2[maestro fresh wes]Im easy like a spliff, I shoot the gift to jimmy cliffA jimmy mcgriff riff Im swift when I shiftMy rap files scares away all the wack stylesWhen I die scientists will put my brain in a crack vialAnd smoke my brain cells for answersLooking for the cures for aids and even cancerScoliosis, chronic halitosis, supercalifragilisticexpialiosisLike moses I seperate seas, I navigate these mcs 3-60 degreesCelsius or farenheit, the microphone I carry right***** lois lane keep on passing me to karyn whiteIts fresh wes with the brown complexionLike perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspectionI scrutinize to the bone marrow, sharper than an arrowMighty like sparrow, the super hero*****es on my jimmy because Im liver than liverMy butt hits bush, like anhieser cause Im wiserIts the blackened nova, stunts be sleeping on my sofaIm dope and taking over, killing niggas like a pw bolter(? )The bad mother*****er named fresh w-e uhh s is in effectWith crazy rhymes of spontaneityI aint a pimp but thses hookers keep on paying meNor am I a blair underwood figureBut *****es still say (***** that shit dats my nigga!)Chorus x2Outro [maestro fresh wes]Yeah big up to my man stormMy nigga venom casue he know this aint no demoMy cousin the pope, dariusDj ltd, showbiz, mvpExhibit fdr k-def dont play yallIm out
