Gentleman...the most exciting stage show you've ever witnessed...appearing live...Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew. Verse 1 R: Excuse me Doug E Fresh
like WHOA! They know my shit fresh off the boat like WHOA! I grips the fo-fo, hit your ass up come through in the truck slow like WHOA! My niggas get dough
o on Oh! Oh! Oh my God! (I gotta go!) Oh! Oh! Oh my God! (I gotta go!) Oh! Oh! Oh my God! (I gotta go!) Oh! Oh! Oh my God! (I gotta go!) Uh let it go
Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!! My ladies and
Du Soleil That's word to my flag, and my flag red I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind from the bottom I climb You ain't hotter at mine, nope,
Oh,oh,oh,oh (repeat 3 times) (chorus) Because it's everlasting,broadcasting I don't eat meat cause right now I'm fasting Secure and safe and oh,my
nah Oh,oh,oh,oh [x3] [chorus] Because it's everlasting,broadcasting I don't eat meat cause right now I'm fasting Secure and safe and oh,my god doin
Rick:] Excuse me Doug E., excuse me Doug E. Excuse me Doug E. Fresh you're on Ah ah on, on, on, on, on Oh my God... [Doug E. Fresh:] Well it started
Oooh, it's more than meet the eye, oh my god Somebody got shook by a hardcore mirage Speak on it, I get busy every week on it DIE E-I, I sing and get
great as Rick is [Chorus 2x] [R. Kelly w/ Doug E. Fresh beatboxing] My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue It took half the pay, and now my life is
(feat. Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick) [Intro: Tone (Doug E. Fresh)] Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean? And I'm about to bring y'all some history We
that spotlight, nigga [King Gordy] I'm in a crack house sweatin with my side of the door nailed to the floor As I pull my four four The cops ain't gettin
the dough, got the cars got the hoes, go the stars got them broads in manosaga twars when i drop my draws they like "Oh My God" [verse 2:] [Baby] got
motto, been fly since a young boy Fresh to death on the resoups and lottos At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, "All the Way to Heaven" Gettin my weap-on
have a bad night As I brush off my shoulder, that's right My nigga Scott Storch keep bringing it back like (back like) Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it
pen Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all) You call him God's Son, I call him God sent First the God sent me, then the God Rakim How
Yadada New Boyz Yadada Tight Jeans Yadada New Boyz Yadada Tight Jeans Oh my God, why they jeans so tight? Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight
