Pharrell Williams - Mr. Fresh lyrics

[Verse 1: Benny Boy] 1, 2, 3, 4 Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to go I know who I am as soon as I step out the door Most my neighbors in my neighborhood already know Oh, isn't that Benevolent? Whoa, He's fresher than a peppermint Yo, yesterday I let him spit No joke, man that boy is hella sick I don't think I'll ever get played out or raggedy People that get mad at me, are people trying to battle me They be nervous or sweating when they be rapping after me I'd give up the rap game before I burn a calorie Actually I'm just bringing hip-hop back And I'm keeping it fresh like a twist off cap So they label me fresh cause I did all that I'm fresh I was born in a ziploc bag, man [Chorus: Benny Boy] Kit fresh? Yes Dough low? No Spits nice? Yes Kicks cold? Fo sho' Game cold? Fo sho' Ladies see me? Yes Never nothing less lil' homie Just call me Mr. Fresh Call me Mr. Fresh Call me Mr. Fresh [Verse 2: Benny Boy] Salutations, My real name is Abel dog I got you hooked on the track like cable car I'm amazing y'all, cause the way I start to saying The rhymes make haters want to start the hating Then they want to battle me, start confrontation I light up anybody when I'm on and blazing That's what I mean when I spark a conversation That usually leads into an altercation I'm not Jamaican, but I can be a rude boy Growing up with my moms, only had two toys One was the microphone, the other was the toy chest Couldn't use the chest, but the mic made me so fresh Clothes best kept at seventy-two fahrenheit Beat's like how girls wear pants, very tight When I k** a bunch of tracks, then I got to bury mics Fat rhymes, fat beats, call the track Barry White [Chorus: Benny Boy] Kit fresh? Yes Dough low? No Spits nice? Yes Kicks cold? Fo sho' Game cold? Fo sho' Ladies see me? Yes Never nothing less lil' homie Just call me Mr. Fresh Call me Mr. Fresh Call me Mr. Fresh [Verse 3: Benny Boy] Whatever you think you can do, I can too The only difference is that I can do it all brand new And with that in mind, dog I can't lose I'm fresh off of the top of the head like shampoo Y'all will get ran through, I don't even try You supposed to beat me, and you quoting my lines You supposed to be fresh, and supposed to be fly Cause you spit bars? I spit bars of soap in your eyes So you know that I'm burning ya And I'm laid back like reclined furniture Battling me lil' boy? I'll murder ya And the flow is murder, so I call attorney's up And they know it's me so they never taking the case Not Fort Minor, but y'all going to remember the name Abel, but my rap name fits me best Benevolent a.k.a. Mr. Fresh [Chorus: Benny Boy] Kit fresh? Yes Dough low? No Spits nice? Yes Kicks cold? Fo sho' Game cold? Fo sho' Ladies see me? Yes Never nothing less lil' homie Just call me Mr. Fresh