The Return (remix) Lyrics - Doug E. Fresh

Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean? 

An' I'm about to bring y'all some history 

We got the Best of Both Worlds 

An' I got the Get Fresh Crew, Doug Fresh 

One, two, three, come on 

Mirror, mirror on the wall 

Whose is the freshest of them all? 

I love 'em all but none of y'all is Doug E. as me 

An' the boy, Kelly with the suicide doors, fuck 'em all 

We got hits like a thirty shot clip 

When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor 

Holla at your boy, boys 

When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys 

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I ain't a lame on them Dana Dane's 

We give you nightmares, when the year change, we change 

Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank 

We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain 

We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing 

That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings 

Meetin' Michelle at the hotel 

While Jay an' Tone on the way to the after party 

Got the ladies sayin', âE½OhâE 

Best of Both Worlds an' we rock the club, youknowhatimsayin? 

Boy HO, Kells, we not playin' 

Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win 

An' win again, like deja vu 

Then we win again, like M.J. do 

Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue 

Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move 

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In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls 

It's the return of Best of Both Worlds 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls 

It's the return of Best of Both Worlds 

Well once upon a time, they left the glove an' the star, kid 

He swore he was the man but he was nothin' but garbage 

Let me re-phrase that, bubblin' with pride 

Did have skills but he was ugly inside 

Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the nonsense 

Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience 

Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash 

Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class 

Even let a gay Jew man tack his Jheri 

Then got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy 

Swindlin', forgot the God above him 

Finally fan base trinklin' down to nothin' 

No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break 

Bitter an' evil, didn't learn from his mistake 

The moral of the story is 'Don't be a pair of knickers 

Be good, boys an' girls an' you can be as great as Rick is' 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls 

It's the return of Best of Both Worlds 

In this arena, arena 

All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up 

This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls 

The remixes, the remix yo, track masters, c'mon 

My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue 

It took half the pay an' now my life is filled with rainy days 

But I stashed some dough, how much you'll ever know 

It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells an' Jay-Z