Artist: Lil' O f/ Michael "5000" Watts Album: Grind Hard, Pray Harder Song: Fresh Up Out the Cleaners Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Thank you ladies and gentlemen, remember no applause And keep it down, your drinks-don't rattle ice in your glasses And don't ring the cash register, you got it covered alright Whoa, yeah ay I'm starchy archy, on these boys [Chorus] I'm fresh, hey fresh up out the cleaners Better ask around, ask them hoes how they seen us I'm fresh, hey fresh up out the cleaners When I hit the club, all the broads be on my penis I'm fresh, hey fresh up out the cleaners Fresh cut new fit, diamonds is the meanest I'm fresh, hey fresh up out the cleaners No doubt about it, I'ma snatch some ballerinas [Lil' O] I'm fresh, fresher than the average Fresher than a preacher, when he dressing for the sabbath You can look at me, and tell I got expensive habits I'm about to hit the club, and let these niggaz have it Cause I'm fresh, like a player is suppose to be Like if you drink a lot of water, you suppose to pee It just makes sense, when you see me on a poster G In fact, you should pop some Don and make a toast to me Cause I'm fresh, hey cleaner than a motherfucker Broads staring at me, like they never seen a brother I might put on a show, like I'm Ringling Brothers And make it rain the club, have em seeing thunder Fresh, like I hopped up out a Ziplock I look like a dope boy, but sell hip-hop When damn fresh, change the next Gucci flip flops But anytime you see O, I bet my 'fit hot [Chorus] [Lil' O] Hey the only man higher than me, flyer than me Is the man in the sky, that suffered and died for me Being humbled and reserved, is some'ing I try to be But stunting in my blood, is some'ing inside of me That makes me wanna pull out on they ass, so fast That when my car go past, they might catch whiplash Got leather on the seats, got oak on the dash Got license and insurance, big glock in the stash I'm ready, flipping from Texas so I say already Look at all my hoes, and er'y one they all ready What you know bout dimes in the pool, I'm all sweaty But to tell the truth, it ain't nothing you can tell me [Chorus] [Lil' O] Ay I look good, I feel good I drink good I smoke good, I'm so hood If I'm in the club, I'm up to no good trying to freak some'ing And the way I'm dressed, I'm guaranteed to meet some'ing Take her to the room smoke a blunt, then skeet some'ing If you play your cards right, maybe we'll be some'ing But if you try to front, talking bout you a sweet woman I'ma kick you out, I gotta get me some sleep woman Whoa, I pay too much for my clothes To ever play games, with these hoes They suppose to know, the minute that I walk through the do' That boy there's getting chose, bitch that's Lil' O [Chorus] (*Michael "5000" Watts scratching*)