Lyrics:
In the place to be
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly
The Fresh Prince ay Jeff, do me a favor
Give em just a little TOUCH of the bass
Not a lot, just
He a yes man he got a battery in his back if they tell him go he gonna attack that's a fact
Since a child lil Jeff was acting wild started smoking
after second it's the record
He's catchin his hands are so fast that
It's a medical riddle
With the turntable split and the
Mixer in the middle
Back
During intermission, I'm in the club bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
(Thank heaven for you, thank heaven for
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
back
He punched a hole in the wall on the way and broke a mirror, he's Charlie Mack
Down by law at each and every show
Nicknamed Al Decent but for short
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
[Jeff]
Lets, Lets Go
[Fresh Prince]
Through the door this dame walked in
I swear to James Bond a perfect ten
I thought to myself I'm working just
to give up and off on myself
That then I could be happy
And be by myself
But lemme be clear
All of my patnas
And family that's here
Please do not shed any
Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie
We taking it back, to cold cuts from Longfellows
Roll blunts, That’s long fellows, from mowed lawns, sawed meadows
Flow type pond, surrounded by
Jeff Buckley's grace was playing loud as hell
In a back of an old dive bar
So I step outside and light a cigarette
Taking the fumes of the passing
and the deejay ain't def
I snatch the needle up off the record and send somebody to get Jeff
(Ah yeah!) when Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high
One by one.... turkey bags
tha lick good... you better get that cash.. rent on tha back.. boy... better move like flash
On the drill you better
about my friend?" i said
"I got a friend!" So the three of us left
Went back to my crib and gave a call to Jeff
Five minutes later Jeff walked in
And I
While simultaneously putting their bitches to rest
Fuck you mean? It's the summer of Yung Jeff
Invested in stocks and bonds, I can multiply your worth by
really care (Jeff Dahmer)
I don't, i don't really care (damn)
Ngiyintwana encane who just pulled up in the game and got them OG's shaking
I'm kinda
LB be'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
(My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest
don't worry, I'm good as can be
I'm singing hallelujah when you touch me
Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley
Coming home to all my clothes out on the street
Yo Jeff whats shakin' man
Whats up dude
Ay man remember that girl you know when I was walking to school
She used to diss me everyday (yeah)
Man
Yo Jeff what's shakin' man
Whats up dude
Ay man remember that girl you know when I was walking to school
She used to diss me everyday (yeah)
Man
it (Get it)
Cell phone ring, time is money by the minute (Uh)
Cell phone ring, money calling off the digits (Hello, I need that)
Time to run it up (I
jeff hardy
Bitch in a party faded like she drunk off bacardi
She say her sex ways influenced by cardi
My cologne and accent make shawty horny
Treeshy
Jeff Buckley with that grace
That hoe gave me motorhead she my ace of spades
Smoking on this strain moon rocks out of space
You cant hit my line hoe if
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