Bring It On (remix) Lyrics - Maestro Fresh Wes

[Maestro Fresh Wes] 

My poetry is black like Jesus 

You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes 

Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems 

You're faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh huh) 

Well I'm a glock and you're a slingshot 

When I'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock 

Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy 

Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye 

I'm rocking well like Orson, scortching on the porchin' 

Of course I'm forced to like my man Shawn Morrison 

Here's a small portion with no distortion 

But niggas always on my fucking dick like foreskin 

They want to swallow my gism (yeah) 

They must be on a mission (uh huh) 

I need a circumcision on the mic mechanism 

Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost 

Before you fuck around you better fuck with Blue Cross 

I'm leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless 

I'm proneless, so don't try to clone this 

Style or procedure, because I ain't even trained(?) yet 

I bank a check with attitude like Antoinette 

I'm still smoking whether I open or close the shoews 

Like Shabba Ranks, I got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah) 

The mega don, everywhere I get it on 

I fucked every colour, now they call me Benetton 

Black and the white, red and the bronze, even a Chinese ying 

All kinds of skins, man I shine like a diamond ring 

You feel around I'm the man with the meanest song 

Not a new jack but I got more dope than Nino Brown 

'Cause I'm a striver, a hip hop survivor 

Me and the microphone is like my nuts and your saliva 

Yeah, Fresh Wes swinging along, Showbiz is on the remix 

I'm bringing it on 

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Yes yes y'all ( yes y'all) 

I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all) 

I'm Fresh Wes y'all (Fresh Wes y'all) 

I'm going to bring it on (bring it on) 

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) 

I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all) 

I'm Fresh Wes y'all (Fresh Wes y'all) 

I'm going to bring it on (bring it on) 

[Maestro Fresh Wes] 

Yo make way 

Make a, make a, make a, make away 

Fresh Wes is going to breaka, breaka, break way 

From the rags to the riches 

I'm giving bitches Different Strokes like Todd Bridges 

Mister Maest, they cast me out, how ya like me now 

You want to raise your eye brow 

Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics 

Shines like a comet, more dope than hydroponics (ahh yeah) 

Guys are on it, girls be on my pubics 

For two licks, I check my pharmacutics (do this) 

You want to know who's the newest 

With the blues like Hill Street, or more news than Huey Lewis 

Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey 

Well this nigga don't play 

Do yourself a favour and don't fuck with Wesley 

And save that 'I gotta have it' shit for Pepsi 

I break like Gretzky, the mic ain't Wayne's World 

My rhymes guarenteed to kill a nigga and tame girls (ahh yeah) 

So don't front, just applause it 

Like Michael J, said 'put that dibby dibby shit in the closet' 

With a chimpanzee and a rhino 

If my dick was alcohol all you kids would be winos (ohh yeah) 

Because you love my condution 

I don't mind of you suck it, just ease up on the suciton 

While you're down there, hum on my left one 

Make my right one jealous, Fresh Wes is the best one 

But don't be greedy share the rest with the class 

Like Gangstarr said, 'just take two pulls then pass' 

Yeah, Fresh Wes is just swinging along 

Showbiz in on the remix, I'm bringing it on 

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