me 'Cuz I slang these thangs like a G It's on, is anybody killin' for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm color blind I'm fresh
what he's gonna say makin sure it sounded right as he turned the corner by the milk and orange juice playin tonsil hockey with the spotty guy from fresh
I've been trying to get people to call me Freddy Knuckles People keep calling me Right Said Fred And it's hard to keep trying when half your friends are
girls won't be on you Fred, your face is all burnt" Fred got mad and his head started steaming But I've thought what the hell I'm only dreamin' I said please leave Fred
cause Im focus rollin in the whitest mink like im polar bear yeah let down my hair Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire rose gold in her face get'em
president so that makes her my first lady and i keep her fresh, her shoe game is crazy and i could brawl out for a dog, thats my baby fresh manicure
lotta bullets in his head, in his head It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it with gangsta Fred outta North Memphis on another caper Fresh like the
act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger Get the shit on, light a fresh
fresh MC Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the Fugees Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred Durst Call a nurse
? What can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?" "Nevermore," quothe he at me, hating on this fresh MC, Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing
on this fresh MC Satanic raven, Nietzsche glee Killing me softly like the Fugees Now I feel worse, my verse is terse Joy inverse just like Fred Durst
And the Russians, they dance on a saber. But the Mexicans dance on their hats. Oh they dance on hot coals in Calcutta. In Wisconsin they dance on fresh
That Jazz! [Roxie Hart] Say it again, Fred. [Fred Casely] Jesus. [Roxie Hart] Hey, why is the hurry? Amos ain't be home until midnight. Freddie? Fred
mitch match dont get daps, i only touch money mah name iz fred money and i look like money im bout dhat green like a dutch dhat's huni im fresh like
Words and Music by Fred Small Copyright 1994 Pine Barrens Music (BMI) Awake arise all you who slumber Daylight is driving the stars from the sky Every
. The girls won't be on you, Fred, your face is all burnt!" Fred got mad and his head started steamin' But I thought what the hell, I'm only dreamin' I said, "Please leave Fred
me my hair combed and my slicker, Gonna get spruced up and I'll --- her. Put on the dog and I'll city-slick her, Mr. Harvey, Mr. Harvey, Fred Harvey
Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum I learn to lead myself, not be a follower I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower I created something funky fresh
