Fresh

[Verse: STS] Patten leather Pradas, in my b-boy stance Armani black tee, with my dick in my hands All the ladies jockin', looking for romance But I just wanna do it like the Nike brand Girlys' say I'm fly, say she like my style Plus I got the best dressed MySpace profile I ask her her name, she said Shante Like the real Roxanne but it's spelled a different way So we dilly-dally, drank a shot of [alley?] She took me to the car to smoke Cali She had a white Jetta Rabbit that was so impressive It had gold trim, and gold [BBS's?] Baby she was bad in a major way But I just needed love like LL Cool J And I was on my game so I could not miss She had on fifty-four eleven's, and it went like this [Hook] I was funky fresh, she was ice-cold We was at the club so you know how it goes The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up jam So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am "Coming to the mic, we got your boy STS, Sugar Tongue Slim, all the way from Atlanta, Georgia Ya'll give it up, let's go" [Verse 2: STS] Hell naw, dog, they don't know me It's all broads in the Cadillac, say O.G The whole squad got battle raps, plus high heat Now we can spit it at you, or just ride to the beat, it's that deep Concrete like the definition of what's street You in the wrong lane, thinkin' you cuttin' off me, me Four-wheelin' and concealing something that will get you crumpin' Got your wires criss crossed, what I toss will get you jumpin' Slumpin' in your big toys, thought ya'll was Big Boi What happened with the beef, huh, did the shit spoil? [Now niggas bowl?] but don't strike, gotta' lot of life in ya' Don't fight, your best bet is to go right, aiight STS flow better than I dress, blow cess when I'm stressed If I did it, won't confess to the bullshit the rest To get the cops off the block We post bail, roll a 'L', and get back to hip-hop [Hook] [Verse 3: STS] So I took her to the bar, and started blowing my snaps Henny got her loose, and now she running the trap Baby she was with it, I was down to kick it Wrote me down the address, followed by the digits Grabbed my Starter jacket from the check coat girl Hopped up in the Caddy, bumping Ready for the World Cruising down the avenue, puffing my jane One fly nigga driving hoes insane Pulled up to the house about a quarter 'til two She was looking fresh, and I was feeling brand new Sat me on the bed, started rubbing my back Lit me up an 'L', told me try to relax You dealing with a mack, girl, I'm cool as a fan And that's when she went and put my mic in her hand We did it like this, we did it like that I beat it up so bad, she thought I had a Wiffle bat [Hook: x2]