Maestro - Dat's My n***a!! lyrics

CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my n***a!) It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my n***a!) [Maestro Fresh Wes] Well it's the Fresh W-E to the S brother Wes The style you try to kick is colourless I got the sk**s you wish you had You never had the gift to gab I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherf**er nickel bag I'm casanova, 'cause your wife said I am I made her hide her wedding band Say (I can't believe how wet I am) I gave the balls to Lucille, get broke with true shield I pack blue steel, making crews yield I'm rocking 'til early morn I make the real n***as say (rock on, rock on) That doesn't mean my head's getting bigger I stay down to Earth, so when they see me they say {Yeah dat's my n***a!) CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] I make wack rappers think about retiring Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, UPS is hiring I got sk**s, not run of the mill I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill I get props like Lionel Hampton, city bank of Brampton(?) I live in the bush, but my boom spots are Franklin Although I am Canadian, I'll still catch wreck at the Paladium When I possess the microphone like Damien, I'm hitting all the cuties Give Facts of Life to Blair and T, I make Mrs. Garrett shake her booty Can't you see my style's original (original) And I'm making the residuals, being an individual I slam a man, beat n***as up just liek a can of Spam Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram For better s**, yo I'm liver than Memorex Single, but I'm out to change them all to Demorex That's right I'm metaphorical But I'm on my own dick so I'm uncategorical I can't stand imitators Like my n***a Big L, I'm only rolling with orginators You like my flow, so I figured So when I say Fresh Wes you say (dat's my n***a!) CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] I'm easy like a spliff, I shoot the gift to Jimmy Cliff A Jimmy McGriff riff I'm swift when I shift My rap files scares away all the wack styles When I die scientists will put my brain in a crack vial And smoke my brain cells for answers Looking for the cures for AIDS and even cancer Scoliosis, chronic halitosis, supercalifragilisticexpialiosis Like Moses I seperate seas, I navigate these MC's 3-60 degrees Celsius or Farenheit, the microphone I carry right f** Lois Lane keep on pa**ing me to Karyn White It's Fresh Wes with the brown complexion Like Perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspection I scrutinize to the bone marrow, sharper than an arrow Mighty like Sparrow, the super hero b**hes on my jimmy because I'm liver than liver My bu*t hits bush, like Anhieser 'cause I'm wiser It's the blackened nova, stunts be sleeping on my sofa I'm dope and taking over, k**ing n***as like a PW bolter(?) The bad motherf**er named Fresh W-E uhh S is in effect With crazy rhymes of spontaneity I ain't a pimp but thses hookers keep on paying me Nor am I a Blair Underwood figure But b**hes still say (f** that sh** dat's my n***a!) CHORUS X2 OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah big up to my man Storm My n***a Venom 'casue he know this ain't no demo My cousin the pope, Darius DJ LTD, Showbiz, MVP Exhibit FDR K-Def don't play y'all I'm out