U Ain`t Fresh lyrics

Artist  : Dj Quik 
Song : U Ain`t Fresh



 Send "U Ain`t Fresh" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (Verse 1 - DJ Quik) 

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 shit, is getting stupid again 

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

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 it 

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 sh*t in first, nigga, and shift it
to rise 

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 bit*h got me on her titty 

Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy! 

And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you sound
shitty 

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 bit*h, a supreme
blast 

In the back of my S-500 playin' Dreamcast 


(Chorus) 

You Ain't Fresh (7x) 

You a busta, nigga! 

You Ain't Fresh (7x) 

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 sh*t right, and make sure the sound
excite 

Nigga in affect, like flashlight 

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 nigga wanna go fishin' 

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, motherf**ker fresh for '99 

You suckas! 


(Chorus) 

You Ain't Fresh (7x) 

You a busta, nigga 

You Ain't Fresh (7x) 

You a busta, nigga 


(Verse 3 - Kam) 

Kam got get-back 

So get up off my dick, rat 

Nigga, that sh*t whack 

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 as* 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? (Mausberg) 

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, f**k y'all fags! 


(Chorus) 

You ain't fresh 

You ain't fresh...