I say gentlemen, ladies, bad ass, out of control babies   It's the return of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard   Ya boy Fr-Fr-Fresh, Fr-Fr-Fresh   Fr-Fr-Fresh, ay      Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line   My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine   My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip   With C to blow, and purple rain to sip      Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know   I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe   So if you got some plex, you better keep it low   I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'      You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet   I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet   My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy   My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy      And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk   Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk   The leader of the pack, the star of the show   When Bun is in the building, you already know      I'm Fresh, brand new   Every time, that I come through   Hoe look at my wrist, my neck   I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe      I'm the man, he's a wimp   If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp   Dope boy shoes, big rings   And only bad bitches say my name, hoe      Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind   It's all about this bread, so you gon' have to grind   I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means   You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green      'Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain   We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game   A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe   And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'      In case you didn't know, I haven't been told   But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold   It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll   'Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon' sell your soul      My pimping way too cold, but it's gon' keep me warm   With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm   So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived   The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive      I'm Fresh, brand new   Every time, that I come through   Hoe look at my wrist, my neck   I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe      I'm the man, he's a wimp   If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp   Dope boy shoes, big rings   And only bad bitches say my name, hoe      Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam   It's middle fingers up, 'cause we don't give a damn   Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon' drop   Them 4's gon' tip, them blades gon' chop      Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon' fall   It's Southside holding, so we gon' ball   And slabs gon' crawl, them 3's gon' swang   That woman gon' shine, that trunk gon' bang      And underground king, from P.A.T   I miss my dog, so free Pimp C   And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team   To keep us on the map, so he can get that green      I work the triple beam, electronic scale   Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail   So Mannie please tell 'em, the motherfucking real   Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill      I'm Fresh, brand new   Every time, that I come through   Hoe look at my wrist, my neck   I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe      I'm the man, he's a wimp   If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp   Dope boy shoes, big rings   And only bad bitches say my name, hoe      I'm Fresh, brand new   Every time, that I come through   Hoe look at my wrist, my neck   I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe      I'm the man, he's a wimp   If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp   Dope boy shoes, big rings   And only bad bitches say my name, hoe