Lyrics
FRESH
written by peter kim, ralph dalton, armand mcwilliams
Havin’ a good time, baby, you’re sunshine
The beat hittin’ your spine, and travel up to the mind
Simplest way to unwind: dance and shake your grind
Oooh, you look so fine, to me that ass is a sign
Of what’s next to come, the do I did is done
We gotta overcome, I wanna have some fun
Till somebody go home with the freakiest one
Or even two, it’s all good, just be true to your own
We rockin’ on, Chi, my city, my heart, my home
Corruption is long and the guns is strong
‘Cuz when we operate you know we keep it flowin’
Fully fresh in the game, wild, like Joakim Noah, uh
Party people, if you’re listenin’ to HANIBL,
No doubt, how we’re rockin’ is undeniable
Shake, your body, movin’ your ass to the rhythm
Gettin’ in ‘em, Chi-town lyricism
F-R-E-S-H is “Fresh!”
F-R-E-S-H is “Fresh!”
F-R-E-S-H is “Fresh!”
HANIBL, muthaf*** a, we’re “Fresh! Fresh! Fresh!”
Shorty’s thicker than the Yellow Pages
I like the curved area in the thighs, the way it fills in the spaces
I can’t wait to fill in those places
And put my, personal thing in familiar (don’t stop)
We can work it out like Bobby and Whitney – no…
Work it out like K. Fed and Britney – no…
Keep it on the low like Ciara and Fifty
If Jermaine could get Janet, I know you can get with me
I spit for the “so so def,” dumb and blind
You can read it in Braille or you can read it in sign
Just open your mind,
Let me take you on this magical ride, girl, everything will be fine
I’m not the King of Rap, not the King of South,
Not the King of Rock, with gold grills in my mouth
Not a gangsta rapper, but I’ll wrap up this bone
And bury it deep in your tomb like King Tut on the throne, c’mon
Baby, you’re so fine, if you said you won’t mind
I’d lay in your sunshine, even if I go blind
Because you’re a goldmine, I’d give you the whole nine
Lovin’ you the whole time, during our alone time
Like ev-e-ry cold rhyme I drop on the tone deaf
Even if you protest, I’ll keep you fro-zen like
Snow-men, I’ll have you keepin’ up with the Jones-sez
I’ll keep you close to my arm, like you’re a Rolex
We rockin’ and rollin’, spreadin’ your legs open
For lovin’ number nine, like it’s a potion
Because you’re so fresh, fresh, baby, oh yes yes
Ain’t nothin’ you could ever do to turn me O-F-F
You got the whole bucket of breasts and thighs
But with your buttermilk biscuits I’m satisfied
Imagine why, like Boyz II Men, I’m on
Bended knee, you’re Heaven-sent to me, so I’ll forever be…
