You Thought You Had Me E

DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh. Ayy, what's happenin' though? Yeah. You thought you had me, bitch. I ain't the one. Check it out. Get the fuck up out my car, bitch, I Ain't playin'. All that broke shit you on ain't For me, I'm just sayin'. I'm a get-money nigga, Plain Jane with the bracelet. And then the fifties sit pretty on them Danas We skatin'. Ho, who the fuck is you? Bitch, I'm a god. Make music with DJ Fresh And Harry Fraud, LC and Cardo, Hit-Boy and Jay One. If I wanna rap on your beats, I Will tell you, blood. Stop thinkin' shit is free, That's just for me. 'Cause I'm a real street Legend, that's from Piru street. I don't pay for no verses and I don't Pay for no beats. Ain't spent a dollar in This shit, everything off GP. Yeah, I'm really from the gang, what set you Claim? 'Cause all that out of town and shit Around here look lame. And we not color bangin', but the shoestrings flame. And I might pull up in a Pendleton with A Rollie chain. This for the high rollers, ballers, And niggas with bread. These boys on the streets and the ones in The Fed. This for the pimps, the players, and Hustlers you know. Buyin' thousand-dollar drink and Hundreds on smoke. This for the high rollers, Ballers, and niggas with bread. These boys on the streets and the ones in The Fed. This for the pimps, the players, the Hustlers you know. Buyin' thousand-dollar drink and Blowin' hundreds on smoke. They say I'm back to the biddy, shit, I ain't left. Even though I got money, I Be still in the set. And even when they Act funny, I be still in the set. And even if I make money, spend that shit In the set. Bounce out a 88 like I'm Doughboy Fresh. I'm with Doughboy now, We the new connect. West Side, West Side, better ask TF. Bitch, what do you mean? That ain't enough. I might make you walk the Blade when shit get rough. I got a side you ain't seen, don't make Me act up. Gorillaism, that's probably why I love Free. And these new jack niggas, boy, y'all sicken Me. Lettin' hoes walk for free, disrespectin' the P. I tell a bitch break bread 'fore she hop In the V. I grab a bitch by the-, Shake her ass like a tree. Is that money on your purse that you hidin' From me? This for the high rollers, ballers, And niggas with bread. These boys on the streets And the ones in the Fed. This for the pimps, the players, and hustlers you Know. Buyin' thousand-dollar drink and hundreds on Smoke. This for the high rollers, ballers, and Niggas with bread. These boys on the streets and The ones in the Fed. This for the pimps, the players, the hustlers you Know. Buyin' thousand-dollar drink and blowin' Hundreds on smoke.