Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was it?. To find out in the long run she ain't even shit. Dress her up nice, sport her all over town. And then behind your back she likes sleepin' around.
Huh, do it. Serious. . Now sit back in your seat and kick up your Nike's. And listen to Freddie Foxxx cold rip the mic. The microphone's burnin' like a flamin' torch.
You, you, you. (You rappers can't be like Fred). You, you, you. (You rappers can't be like Fred). . You, you, you. (You rappers can't be like Fred). A-a-and you hate it.
Hey baby, my name is Foxxx. Yeah, I see you standin' over there. In the corner lookin' all smooth. . Short lil' cutie, hey, check this out. How 'bout we break the scene, you know?.
Anywhere in the galaxy. . Now it's time to throw down, I come in a rage. To be Freddie Foxxx and raise the stage. I feel hype, Kut Terrorist, hit me. 'Cause I get the mac, strap both nines with me.