CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes]
It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!)
It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!)

[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Well it's the Fresh W-E to the S brother Wes
The style you try to kick is colourless
I got the skills you wish you had
You never had the gift to gab
I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag
I'm casanova, 'cause your wife said I am
I made her hide her wedding band
Say (I can't believe how wet I am)
I gave the balls to Lucille, get broke with true shield
I pack blue steel, making crews yield
I'm rocking 'til early morn
I make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on)
That doesn't mean my head's getting bigger
I stay down to Earth, so when they see me they say
{Yeah dat's my nigga!)

CHORUS

[Maestro Fresh Wes]
I make wack rappers think about retiring
Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, UPS is hiring
I got skills, not run of the mill
I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill
I get props like Lionel Hampton, city bank of Brampton(?)