C-murder - Be Fresh lyrics

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C-murder - Be Fresh lyrics

[Intro] Come on, gotta stay sharp home You know That's dat dirty doe boy money boy, holla at ya boy [Hook] Detroit: I just got paid today, so you know I am going out tonight I got me a brand new fit with a fresh pair of G Nikes Man I gotta be fresh, I am gonna be fresh man I gonna be fresh Every body so fresh, man I gotta be fresh Shorty said she worked hard today, so she had to come out tonight She gotta on Juicy Courtier Jean and they fitting on her body so right Shorty looking so fresh shorty looking so fresh Everybody so fresh.I am feeling so fresh [Verse One] Check it shorty Just left the block, but you know a block boy can't really stop (No Can't Stop) All the money I got I am gonna put it on the side But you no I am gonna shine I am hit the mall with a big knot hopping a big drop top Tall Big knots in the pockets like four socks pulling out more jock More drops gotta watch for the ? I am clean yeah you know me a veteran in the hood stand up old G Low key oh (did I say low key) more keys in than boss in OC More cheese in the weed in the indes So I shop in Veliec overs seas My wrist ain't froze they freeze So cold they might bring Berry to her Knees [Hook] [Verse Two] I see shorty see me, so I see if Shorty wanna be with me (holla) So I stepped to her after the party (Come On) pulling her ain't really hard B Just take it from me Everything about me says cake from the streets Think she flip what I make in week, probably Goon but he fake in the street Probably gotta man but i am jacking him (come on) And if she ever planed I am act on them If see floors I am gonna crack on them To test her heart, to react on him Can you dance ma what's your name Can you give brains like your going insane (Yeah) Can you keep a secret I am true to the game It's just my like shorty straight out lame [Hook] [Verse Three] Yeah I got the Cardia watch, with the Cardia specs and the Cardia shades And other pair of G Knotts sold in the store plus every pair of Ed Hardy that was made Plus my Tru shoes, they made for them boyz that be breaking the news You can fake with your crews, but you make it chose If your late or your snooze, I am gonna drap you in blues In my state I am fool Black on Black Louis knapsack, fresh out the pack You can't car jack (what) We strapped in the Lac (what) we never give dap, to the homees who rate Invade my flat Camers out back, security room with those hammers on strap Yes I am serious, I move like a cat Plus everything match, because I am fresh like that (yeah) [Hook] [Outro] Come on man, Doe boy Ricky Ross (fresh) Holla shorty Tru Records That's how we doing it home, you heard me Stay clean stay sharp, I ain't never had a job What's good with ya 2 Deep music man, we thuged out to the bone H tell'em man Holla at ya boy, Tru Records man yeah

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