CRU - Fresh, Wild And Bold Lyrics
[Yogi]{Mighty HaAiyyo I'm fresh {DAMN!, why you say that yo?Cause I run up in your girl then I puff a stoge {How fresh?So fresh that I'm crisp and cleanAnd I stick to your ribs like Christ to Al Green"I rocks rough and stuff", nah, that ain't my lineGet the *****es more than niggas sip the wineSo act like, {ACT LIKE, act like it rehearse itUka wanna seven, New York is straight murderSmoke a million and a half blunts on the roofAnd every other winter vests are bulletproof, that truthHad Boris all day, Gladys all nightOnce I get it to the other side things will be aight, that's rightGet the munchies after the hempGot to Red Lobster get the crabs and shrimpsThe E & J with the ginger ale never failBicardi while I flips ghetto talesTake a sick clique kid everywhere that I-goMake appearances on Ricki Lake and AlladoYou know who we are so, put you funky niggas to a test{Survey says?Times up motha uhYo it's the Rhythm BluntYo its like extra P cause I'm looking at the frontBut if you move it all, kid your gonna fallYou'll be Ready to Die, rest in peace Biggie Smalls, baby baby"Matter fact, I'm sick of talking"About to wreck your body from L.A. to New York andBack to L.A., I'm out like O.J.Yet I'm "F-R-E-S-H"Chorus: ? [Woman Vocalist]An Uck, Cru don't give an uckFresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uckGive an uck, Cru don't give uckFresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uck, an uck, an uck,an uck[Chadeeo]{Mighty Ha]Aiyo I'm wild {What makes ya say that Chad?Cuz yo I'd rather stick niggas then read off this pad {How wild?So wild, I run up on niggas blocks, sell some dummy rocksAnd pot shots at copsChadeeo, yes the murderous assassin, comes thru crashinMake sure ya seat belts fastinBlastin for the dome piece with the chrome pieceNiggas is runnin from my site cuz I'm known beastThey flood red from they own blood shedVerbal lead to the head, they dread shootin the dutch deadSo get smoked like 99 in Maxwell, or you getSmoked and broked down clown, that's what the fax tellAnd if you feel bigger, think youse a real niggaI run up with my real gun up and pull the steel triggaAnd go find a friend, sip up on a HeinekenAnd let them know how the title king is all mine againIf he start to fake jacks, he better make tracksCuz there's no tape backs, when I begin to backsNo doubt I'm goin for mine, and mine is all that mattersWhat day is it dog? you don't know, you better scatterRun and ask him what's the frequency, count it, I tell yaVerbal wildness, societies menaceThe one Chadeeo with the tauntin lyricsAnd I shall keep comin back like hauntin spiritsOne time for ya mind (4X)Chorus 2X[Mighty Ha]Well I'm bold, what makes ya say that Ha?Cuz I break it to you little, take a drink at the barHow bold?
