The Show’s Tonite

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DJ Fresh (USA) - Rap

The Show’s Tonite

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[Intro] DJ.Fresh, DJ.Fresh DJ.Fresh, what's brackin? [Verse 1] This shit remind me of No Limit, Moby Dick, rollin spliffs Hit it two times and watch me hold it in Around the same time, it was Thunderbird, maybe Juice & Gin Foolish kids, backpacks full of narcotics and graffiti cans Girlfriends, I had a bunch of those, let me reminisce Ashley used to suck a mean ooh but never let me hit Weed from Kitty, sold it to my moms, I would steal that shit Me and Vic, drinking at the bar, now it all makes sense Lived at home for a minute, know I wasn't paying rent Saving chips and taking trips back to the holy set Where I became a street legend and joined forces with Uncle Rick The last time you heard me and Fresh was with Mitchy Slick [Chorus] They said the show's tonight, tonight (Yeah man, it's hoes in the motherfuckin crowd man) (Sold out show, five-hundred) Might knock a bitch on sight, on sight (Oh yeah P, you know I'm fully active with it still man, ten toes) My flag hang out the right, the right (Burgundy with the cherry Chucks, you know what's brackin) (West gang) I'm just talkin bout my life, my life (Check it out) [Verse 2] Leave me alone, freely to roam Relax, seed was the song, autumn leaves like it's fall Smell the bottle rocket, huh, mighty mice, yeah there's weed in the bong Familiar gurbs, tell them please sing along Locker convos with tree in my drawers Twenty bags in Gs in my socks, who are these little marks? Couldn't hang like palms on the block, funk with the opps That's regular degular like Hanes for the box Bloodstains on the Glock Close range he was got, new Range, hopping out That's my bitch, not my car, aw damn, that was hard Sunday night, she sniffing dope out a straw, fuck you mean is it raw? Two middle fingers, fuck the law, trunk full of heels and some bras Double D on my lawn, what's this fee? She wanna know Too much for these little hoes, it's the P, capital, izzle [Chorus] They said the show's tonight, tonight Might knock a bitch on sight, on sight My flag hang out the right, the right

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Credits

Writers
  • Jay Worthy
  • DJ Fresh (USA)