Lyrics:
Well I'm a John Reuben from the land or corn
Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in
By mom Kathleen on January 14
1979 I entered the scene lookin'
spinnin, Old School spinnin,
Lc spinnin, make sure you tipping',
DJ Dink spinnin, Montel spinnin,
Music Man spinnin',
You know that Fresh spinnin'
Deanna
New shoes got me fresher than the dj
New joggers don't mistake these for no pjs
Just another day here we go again like C.J
DJ Fresh beats are on replay
Zróbmy hit niech w radiu gra nakręćmy klip na na na
Ten jeden hit niech dj gra by na imprezach go każdy znał
4 akordy saksofon i bit to jest mój
they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
He touch
Some deejays are (good) some deejays are (fresh)
Some deejays are even (def)
But here's a little somethin 'bout my deejay
(The magnificient) Jazzy
fresh face yea
Don't set those expectations up too high
All these standards that people get hung by
I'll read a n*gga like some literature
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
procent prawdziwy hip-hop - Das EFX
Na gramofonach płyty dj robi skrecz
Puszki Beltona graffiti zapach farb gdzieś
Mata rozłożona move'sy biboya breakdance
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
like Gladis Knight and its five oh ones
Walking right up to the DJ man
And give another emcee's rap
'Cause they knew about him and his gangsta rap
(intro)
one two three four...here
(verse one)
Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh
There was one Dj who had to pass
the q the r the s the t the you the v
W, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you
know-, know-, know-, know
Ayy, y'all old news (what?), I'm the fresh prince (yeah)
Beast mode on the mic' is how I X men (oh)
It's cocaine, when I
pond
Fresh new footprints
Shifting sands
Just a stone's throw
From that shade
Beneath the trees
By shallow waters
Where still them snapping
Turtles
hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body and the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you (Ohh..)
[Chorus:]
Hey Mr DJ keep playin'
Spoonie Gee, T La Rock, Special K
Chuck Chillout, Eric B, Funkmaster Flex
All respects due
Doug E Fresh, Nice & Smooth
Kid Capri, Kool G Rap, DJ Starski
co się piszą na gang bang
Ej, jest afterparty! Na pewno tam będę -
Zbyt dobrze się zaczął wieczór
By zakończyć kolędę dziś Ero, bierze lesbę
Nie dwie –
at the same spot
What's my name?
[Chorus] (2x)
[Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe
[DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the
[Vocoder Box:]Four Door
[DJ Quik:] No
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Hmm, look like DJ Chose)
Your mama must be fine (hey, fine)
Your granny must be fine (hey, fine)
Your aunty
DJ Capcom is about to fuck up hip-hop with this joint,
so all you haters out there,
get back.
This is a DJ Haze exclusive.
Chorus (x2)
Aye yo Mac,
kumamaye!
Mangwai, mangem nayo nayo
Slay amecheki 10 thao akastretch hapa
Lazima nigonge kumamaye! We!
Shoutout my teammates, DJ pass a blunt
Hapa lazima
lyrical, context that kick
Just like that little girl that got shot in +Fresh+
Word to momma, I'm hotter than that nigga with the bomber
leather pants
and DJ's know how to pound beats
Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets
So much work went into this to line the notes of fact
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