Lyrics I'm Fresh (feat. Mike Jones, Rick Ross & Trick Daddy) - DJ Drama

DJ Drama talking:
Barack Odrama, Iâ? m so fresh, I choose my vehicle for the day, Dependinâ? on which Gangsta Grillz mixtape Iâ? ve got in the CD Changer.
Mike Jones chorus:
Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), From my head to my toe Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m Fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh). Iâ? m fresh every time I step Outside, 745 22s on my ride, Iâ? m fresh, in the hood they call Me a star, (incomprehensible), Iâ? m fresh every time I step Outside, 745 22s on my ride, Iâ? m fresh, in the hood they call Me a star, (incomprehensible), Iâ? m fresh, from my head to my Toe, Iâ? m fresh, candy put on an â? 84, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m Fresh, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh, from my head to my toe, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh, from my head to my Toe, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh, Iâ? m fresh.
Rick Ross verse 1:
The World so cold, nigga left shafp (?), as I count cheese, Iâ? m Like look at this rap, niggas got jokes, bitch I got money, and I Got dope, damn right I got funny, black Murcilag racinâ? like the Grand Prix, got a racist cop chasinâ? me in a Grand Prix, they Wanna jam me, ya understand me? Movinâ? yams Iâ? m the Mayor of Miami, Iâ? m a fat mack, not Soulja Slim, may he rest in Peace I gotta throw it up for him, black Mack 11, got it outta 2 11, she wanna do a man, you know I gave that hoe a seven, You donâ? t want drama, unless you mean Drama, betta bring Dollas, and I mean commas, oh you got problems? We donâ? t Use condoms, yea you fucked up, Gunplay shot â? em.
Mike Jones chorus:
Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), From my head to my toe Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m Fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh.
Trick Daddy verse 2:
They wanna know how a nigga so hood, could look so damn Good, I wear a new pair of Jâ? s, damn near every other day, I Got a couple pair of dem thousand dolla jeans, but mostly Iâ? m In a Dickie and a tee, and every pocket fulla nothinâ? but them Bâ? s, and the diamonds in the watch, rings and chains, bling, My Chevy bleeds a mean candy green, and the insideâ? s the Color of some good crimpinâ? weed, the Gucci shades was Made to hide the eye, in the hard top 7 tre, or the drop top â? 7 5, I look good when I donk ride. Donâ? t I? Them Dub Deuces got My shit sittinâ? just right, I should get Sky Miles the way I fly By â? em, boy sit down, park that shit now, donâ? t start no shit Now, my shit fasta nigga Iâ? m ready for Nigga National.
Mike Jones chorus:
Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), From my head to my toe Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m Fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh. Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), from my head to my toe Iâ? m Fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh), Iâ? m fresh (Iâ? m fresh.
Beat fades out and Drama talking