Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh Fly Fellas, artist - DJ Yoda. Album song The Amazing Adventures of DJ Yoda, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 01.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
Fresh Fly Fellas |
Yo it’s kinetic |
It’s best |
Leaving your skeleton crushed |
I bug out like crack heads |
Through an adrenalin rush |
Plus I’m holdin' more blocks down than gravity’s grip |
You see a chick in your whip |
Ballin' Apathy’s dick |
My salary’s thick |
Pullin' more chips from the raps on wax |
Than cats stack in craps or blackjack |
I’m rich yo |
Mac thick hoes with sick flows |
I flip to rich hoes for self Pacino |
On tour |
I’m hardcore |
Catch a little whore |
Getting banged on the bathroom floor |
And she said it wasn’t her |
Yeah it was |
Yo I can’t even lie |
I’m irresistible and every bitch thinks that I’m fly |
Walk by give your chick a little wink with the eye |
And make the man feel soft so he doesn’t reply |
There’s nothing to think |
You faggots better tuck in your link |
When seeing me and sacrifice ice to the nicest MC |
«We're fresh fly fellas» |
Now I don’t longer inhale dank to activate my think tank |
I spit bars to bartenders and bars over drinks |
Fuck skinny mamas |
I like 'em shaped like Coca-Cola bottles |
Tryin to holla at Takara from the Next Top Model |
Hard act to follow when my noggin’s full throttle |
Psychology got MCs tryin' to bottle me to swallow |
The anomaly that what commonly passes as rhymin' be |
Don’t speak, Crystal, pistols, chips, whips and death and diamonds, see? |
My verses versus your verses |
Like dispersing curses from witchdoctor to piss doctor |
Better get doctors and nurses |
What is bond, feet first |
Like a breach birth |
I’d rather rap, kiss my crack than put platinum on my teeth hurt, word |
How can I get it through your fitted |
What you spit’s pitiful? |
I can’t |
That’s why I sit and view the bull you mental midgets do |
I’m signin' off |
Sometimes on I’m rhymin' timin' off |
I’m a con for a hip-hop, pop, Bach, and rock Rachmaninov |
Now I don’t know a god damn thing about bricks and grams |
Since the way I do hits they call me 'Spick and Span' |
FYI, it’s best you learn to sleep with a handgun |
That’s an age-old trade that I’mma instil in my grandson |
Your crew is soft |
Lookin' suspect of course |
Mistake you for the Village People or the Soul Sonic Force |
Put rainbow-hair faggots to the test like no other |
Drop 'em from the tenth floor |
They gon' pass with flyin' colors motherfucker |
I’ve got a few screws loose and my Uz' is foolproof |
No safety triggers like a loose tooth |
I don’t care about Bentleys, Hummers, Diablos |
I put twenty-four inch rims on a Volvo |
And pull fat bitches with my clothes all wrinkly |
All it takes is a wink of the eye |
And one Twinkie |
A rapper wanna diss? |
He just a two-ball bitch |
Up on Girls Gone Wild suckin' Snoop Dogg’s dick |