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Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Grown ups, in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie

Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh
Fre'
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
the strobe lights
Sequins and sex strings
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry

If God is a D.J, life is a dance floor
love is the rhythm,you are
the strobe lights
Sequins and sex strings
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are
the streets you roam
It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home
Sex is always better fresh off a vendetta
We break up or break you off then we right
Look for nirvana, under the strobe lights
Sequins and sex strings
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
wheels
In the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill

Mommy cute rock Fendi suites
Mommy fresh these my real breast
Mommy sex cause mommy grown
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
Ricky,cause its always on the freeway,
Young Zoey S, This is not a cliche
Got em biddin' on me like the hottest thing on Ebay

So tell the DJ keep playin'
might be on your radio on every Sunday.
So listen what your DJ plays. (2x)
You-ROY will be gone by the end of the day
Michigan & Smiley in a different
home
Sex is always better fresh off a vendetta
We break up or break you off then we right back together
Then this brand new leathers and Caroline
the house there is no doubt (is no doubt)
That me and Ready see will turn it out (turn it out)
We're down with the DJ Jazzy Jeff (Jazzy Jeff)
And you know
grown
And the spots is getting blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain't none of them, B
Give me, so give me
Nore, Phife Dawg and Abstract
Give me
Now could it be I'm the 1 
Ladies check fo 
Yes hoe 
Got grown women 
My moma age 
Fuck me all kinda ways 
Suck and swallow everythin' 
Way
to hit it all the time
Sex so good that it gets me high
Bring that home-grown to me
Girl, you got that fire weed
Light it up, let me take a puff
think can happen next?  After you're done havin sex?
Too much of ignorance, not enough intellence
Mahn me NOT against sex, but too many DJ
talk sex but
Yo whassup P?

Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our
the strobe lights
Sequins and sex strings
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are
and the people are boarding
Here are the prisoners the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless instinct takes control
Jam to techno
Groove to soul to soul
You