the Battle Axe borders, defend the headquarters Beware of sharks who can only swim in shallow waters A beacon of lumins', speak the language of humans A spice trade of words mixed like fresh
the License plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel Air
gracious to your mother When you leave this neighbourhood The change is going to do her good Next to me you look bad `Cos there ain't no fresh air
of fresh air Oh, have another hit I love you, God knows, I do And I love you, babe, God knows I do girl, yeah Oh, have another hit of fresh air Oh,
my mom got scared She said you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh
The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel Air
a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like, Hmm this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "Fresh
my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "fresh
our turn to give you some help Fresh air that's just what you need Now it's our turn to give you some help Fresh air that's just what you need That's
I'm too afraid of what I'll find All my certainty starts to sail away The only thing that I know Is that I don't really care All I want is some fresh air
to give you some help Fresh air, that's just what you need, you need Now, it's our turn to give you some help Fresh air, that's just what you need,
out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that Is Bel-Air
[Verse 1 - Brother Ali] Ant check this out I'm the luckiest son of a bitch that ever lived, I spend life doin shit I love Got the world's most beautiful
[Doug E. Fresh] Breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c'mon (YEAHHH!) [Vigilante] Lawd have mercy, just gotta say When me gun a-whistle it'll fly
Fresh Air Some fresh air, to breathe in Take a chance, have a dream a safe ground to lay down and count on what you've found You tell me what is this
My words are not clear, I know, at all But language becomes foolish when all you do is crawl. Fear is coming And it would blind us all. My brain feeds
Would it sound stupid if I say That everything, and I say everything, has turned into grey? But what else should I say? What there?s out, I don?t like
A nail in the flesh To suffocate all the mess. A flower born dead, But its color?s still pink, my friend. A rotten apple falls off the tree. Though it
