Fila Fresh Crew - 3 The Hard Way lyrics

Here's a mix to make you move
Smooth enough to soothe
Slow and lower you can go
Inside a bassed up groove (So funk it)
It's gotta be, ain't no need to discuss it
(Yo Doc) I finna kick
This shit, alright! (Alright, then bust it)

Rhymes created by the Doc
Most definitely down!
I could be bitten by this brother
With some bad ass brown
It ain't no joke, he needs some scope
Cause his breath is (cold) dope
As he talks I can smell it
And I'm seeing the smoke
That's the bad breath bandit
You know what's in store
Stay away cause they breath will knock you
(to the floor) that boy is
(rough) de soda (tough) I don't understand


Tests his breath inside his palm
And burned his hand!
He's a tucks destroyer, a Listerine killer
A cavity employer, a yuck-mouth filler
(Say man, you bullshit) no
That's a fact Fresh K
I wish Velamints could take his breath away
But he's always in effect
Smelling like dead vermin
Honking the bitches with
His firewalls burning
Winch his witch as a curl
Just as funky as well
I mean he has a little woman
That can match his smell (Yes)
He has a girlfriend, this is not pretend
She uses deodorant that's made for men
(Scratch and sniff wallpaper all
Over the house) aww shit!
(yeah boy, that's what I'm talking about)
They need ten bars of soap
Three boxes of Tide
To make them presentable to go outside
Now my story is true, and my opinion candid
But that is my tale of the bad breath bandit

Let's talk about girl who's a bonafide witch!
Name is Tammy, better known as bitch!
The boys in the hood all
Treat her like liquor
Quick is the way they pass her
Around and then stick her
I'm not saying she minds
She's a first class skeezer
Always on the jock, but only if he's uhh
Man with the money and the looks to show
(So you saying she's a witch?)
Yeah Tammy's a material whore
You're getting laid
If you can rock a cross-fader
You got the bank
To make the bitch who'll get paid
Tagging Tammy's a process like when
You use a computer
Use her and do her like they
Did in the old days (Shoot her)
A whore and she knows it
Yeah the knowledge is there
So they say that she's slutty and
She tell them she don't care
But y'all I'm keeping my clear
Even though she is pretty
(Cause we only use Tammy for a
Guest to the city) right on!

You stand around the bitch and
Your nose turns white
You ever thought about what Big
Bird's shit smells like?
Well, you take that aroma
Multiply it times two
And you think about Sue (Sour-smelling Sue)
She's a girl that has the power
To kill a fresh flower
Rock smelled the whore and said
(Damn that bitch is sour)
Now, I don't judge
I mean that's not what I'm thinking
People do what they want
And I guess she like stinking
But whatever the deal
I think someone should call Guiness
Cause this is kicking a scent that
Fucks up K's tennis shoes
And a dress, dress it fresh to impress
She really ought to be embarrassed because
That girl is a mess
If you ever see her, you'll duck and cover
She looks like your sister but
Smells like your brother
And since they tell me Trey, honestly phrase:
I let her know that she reminded
Me of the Gunsmoke days but it ain't no
(thing) if she stink she'll (sing)
But to me it's like she needs a little
(Irish Spring)
You ought to know what I'm saying
I hope I made myself clear
About the three ass whores
But Troll I'm out of here yo yo yo
These three people make me so sick that
I gotta story 1988 on it
Tammy your momma ain't got no
Legs be talking about
I ain't gonna stand for this ha ha ha ha!

Boy you sick man! You sick man! yeah yeah

Yo man! I got a story from 1988, check it out
Sue, you got so much butter on your teeth
That when you brush your teeth you
Have to use a butter knife! Ha ha ha ha!

Get ready for the king, here I come
Now check this out
Sour smelling Sue got so much dirt in her ear
That she can grow potatoes, Ha ha ha ha!