Tekster:
Joe Fresh Joe Fresh Style

I woke up late Fell back to sleep Along the way You followed me Though forest white A snow blown night Blinded by your beauty, I Lost my step And woke

they looked def Yo, that was fresh Word! Let's go left So here goes the keys On which it depends She's got One, two, three, four Fresh girlfriends Baby

[Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it then so be it cause nowadays these kids, jeez don't give a shit bout lyrics all they wanna hear is

dat rip through his vest If you ain't got sticks well you better invest (yes) A nigga used to dream of that water blue Now I swapped out for sumtin with killer view Fresh

used to send violent j to his room (whut?!) my money stacks up over miles when I bust this funky style now I think i'll pass the mic to another fresh

Beavis started it [Beav] Oh yeah, eh-heheheh, heheheheh [Butt] Yo Beavis, you're ruffing up my Walker Wear [Beav] No way Butt-head, you're wrinkling my fresh

one] We comin back to the scene with, no love Players to pimps and, mo' thugs Chi-town people we, stay plugged Awwww yeahhh, that's us (? ? ? ) fresh

the boots, I?m ready to shoot Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camos I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general Call shots like I?m Joe

fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic Got 'em all sick is that vomit? Ew you nasty Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past me [Joe Budden] It's like