Dat's My Nigga!! Lyrics - Singles - Maestro Fresh Wes

Chorus [maestro fresh wes] 

It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper 

They call me fresh wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!) 

It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper 

They call me fresh wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!) 

[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 skills you wish you had 

You never had the gift to gab 

I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherfucker 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 niggas 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 nigga!) 

Chorus 

[maestro fresh wes] 

I make wack rappers think about retiring 

Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, ups is hiring 

I got skills, 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 niggas up just liek a can of spam 

Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram 

For better sex, 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 nigga 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 nigga!) 

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 

Fuck lois lane keep on passing 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 

Bitches on my jimmy because I'm liver than liver 

My butt 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, killing niggas like a pw bolter(? ) 

The bad motherfucker 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 bitches still say (fuck that shit dat's my nigga!) 

Chorus x2 

Outro [maestro fresh wes] 

Yeah big up to my man storm 

My nigga 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