CRU - Fresh, Wild And Bold lyrics

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[Yogi (Mighty Ha)]

Aiyyo 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 clean

And I stick to your ribs like Christ to Al Green

"I rocks rough and stuff", nah, that ain't my line

Get the bitches more than niggas sip the wine

So act like, (ACT LIKE), act like it rehearse it

Uka wanna seven, New York is straight murder

Smoke a million and a half blunts on the roof

And every other winter vests are bulletproof, that truth

Had Boris all day, Gladys all night

Once I get it to the other side things will be aight, that's right

Get the munchies after the hemp

Got to Red Lobster get the crabs and shrimps

The E & J with the ginger ale never fail

Bicardi while I flips ghetto tales

Take a sick clique kid everywhere that I-go

Make appearances on Ricki Lake and Allado

You know who we are so, put you funky niggas to a test

(Survey says?)

Times up motha uh

Yo it's the Rhythm Blunt

Yo its like extra P cause I'm looking at the front

But if you move it all, kid your gonna fall

You'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 and

Back 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 uck

Fresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uck

Give an uck, Cru don't give uck

Fresh, 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 rocks

And pot shots at cops

Chadeeo, yes the murderous assassin, comes thru crashin

Make sure ya seat belts fastin

Blastin for the dome piece with the chrome piece

Niggas is runnin from my site cuz I'm known beast

They flood red from they own blood shed

Verbal lead to the head, they dread shootin the dutch dead

So get smoked like 99 in Maxwell, or you get

Smoked and broked down clown, that's what the fax tell

And if you feel bigger, think youse a real nigga

I run up with my real gun up and pull the steel trigga

And go find a friend, sip up on a Heineken

And let them know how the title king is all mine again

If he start to fake jacks, he better make tracks

Cuz there's no tape backs, when I begin to backs

No doubt I'm goin for mine, and mine is all that matters

What day is it dog? you don't know, you better scatter

Run and ask him what's the frequency, count it, I tell ya

Verbal wildness, societies menace

The one Chadeeo with the tauntin lyrics

And I shall keep comin back like hauntin spirits

One time for ya mind [x4]

[Chorus x2]

[Mighty Ha]

Well I'm bold, what makes ya say that Ha?

Cuz I break it to you little, take a drink at the bar

How bold?