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DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh sound. Man, You know what I'm sayin'? I'm back up in this shit. It's The Night Show though. Ayy. With no majors, I'm so major. With no favors, just all player. Finesse the game into Ben Davis. Six-fo's, no Bentaygas. Distro, no big labels. They broke my heart like Ben Staples. I spin the block like turntables. I'm slappin' Pac, smokin' Big Angel. Reportin' live like Clark Gable. Fresh make the shit slam like Saul Williams. Fuck 'em all, no hard feelings. Just raw pimpin'. APC for my raw denim. It ain't on me, it's all in him. It don't cost me, it's all-ism. Still active and dodge prison. It's 4 AM, but my phone ringin', who is This? That's my bitch on some stupid shit. Askin' where I'm at, I'm in the set like I always been, it's P, word Too many clones Got me trippin' like who's who. It's one me, no duplication, I'm really him, Fool. Too many hoes got me pimpin' like choose, Choose. I'm out the game, but if she come With it, I need a mil', fool. Too many clones got me trippin' like who's who. It's one me, no duplication, I'm really him, Fool. Too many hoes got me pimpin' like choose, Choose. I'm out the game, but if she come With it, I need a mil', fool She gotta Come with it, that's on P, baby It's the Trillest OG, so guaranteed I'ma go live. Back on the West with the homies from both Sides. Don't matter if it's khakis or bow ties. Make a phone call out to Cali, I can Tap in with both guys. Back on the block like Quincy. My OG status holds up from Seattle to Cinci. Certified like the plaques on my wall. But my pimp hand is strong if the situation Happens to call. Lot of dudes recognize a real G when they See one. But a couple cats'll hate probably 'cause They couldn't be one. Don't make me ride on you like a pair Of some new Vogues. Leave you laid out like the first day of School clothes. Tryna be off that, Don't make me get off, no. So get it right off top 'cause you takin' Me off? Nope. You off sides stay in your Area 'fore I come around and knock your square Ass up off your square and take care of You, nigga R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Really him. R-R-R-R-R-R-Really him. F-F-F-F-F-F-Fool. Too many clones got me trippin' like who's who. It's one me, no duplication, I'm really him, Fool. Too many hoes got me pimpin' like choose, Choose. I'm out the game, but if she come With it, I need a mil', fool. Too many clones got me trippin' like who's who. It's one me, no duplication, I'm really him, Fool
Jay Worthy, DJ.Fresh, Bun B — Who's Who
«Who's Who» — Jay Worthy, DJ.Fresh, Bun B. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:49. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
