Lyrics:
Gotta have a big, bad bank account, not pity amounts
Bud by the pound, smoke a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some
face, man he fresh, yeah go DJ
My life ain't the best, but feel the best so we gone be ok
I'll be alright, alright, alright, alright
Uh huh
Alright,
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, on my street!
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat,
(Turntable Assassins)
Y'all already know what is is man
The world famous DJ Chill, Big Boy Entertainment
Dead Gang Records, Behind Enemy Lines
all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout (let, lets go)
Someone has stolen another DJ
Calling private eye Fresh Prince
Be on the lookout (let, let's
In the place to be
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince
Ay Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil touch of the bass
Not a lot, just a lil'
right
And we had just gotten off of tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and down watch
the record) you know he's down
His name is Jazzy Jeff a/k/a Jeff Townes
Commandin the cut he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for
)
(So let's get down, get down)
(So get down, get down)
This is remeniscin' of the days gone by
When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies were fly
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
mum mum mah
Po-po-po-poker face, po-po-poker face
Mum mum mum mah
Po-po-po-poker face, po-po-poker face
Mum mum mum mah
DJ Vice lady Gaga
The Fame
I
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians
What ever
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
Ren, Ice Cube, Eazy E
DJ Yella, Fresh K, MC Smooth, my homie T-Low
And of course without a doubt, the one and only
My DJ Dr. D-are-E most definitely in
another style of
Rap and slaps your ass
Boogie Down Production, Biz and Public Enemy
DJs The Red Alert and Magic gave us energy
Tour and tour and show after
like a topnotch ho
Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
[DJ Paul]
Now all these chicken head hoes tryna smoke for free
See now hoe round these parts
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls
Little children, dogs and cats
Right about now you are listening
To the incredible drum patterns of DJ Manny
down with no delay
Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Bug out - to - the mic - all the time!)
Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
emcee I kill come down
Check it out, come on
Here’s your chance to swing
With some ill motherfuckers
We don’t dance and sing
In ‘95 we’re out jingling,
*"hey" repeated throughout the Intro and Chorus*"
[Intro - Classified - talking]
My word, ha!
[Chorus - Cuts by DJ Jorun] - w/ ad libs
"We don't
Walking out, fresh to death, setting trends
Pull up, hop out a big body Benz
Tryn fuck on two hoes and they twins
Cartier all I see through the lens
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