Lyrics:
(Whyzoo turn the beat down)
(Aye turn me up real quick... aye)
I walk in the place bitches all in my face takin out they camera im all in they
(Chorus:2x)
Now would you let me put my ass in ya face (in ya face), would you let me put my ass in ya face, if I let you bend me over by the waist (by
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
alignment
Shades on my face; and I flooded the timing
Cuban the link; right on top of some diamonds
I got that crown; sat it down on da noggin
I'm not
a pretty girl by herself and lost in the function
Don't know if it'll work or I'm buggin at least it's something
So I started walking, DJ was playing Marvin
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
droppin' in your face like
To the DJ's
Out cruisin'
I got that Trunk Muzik
Everybody hop in the Cadillac
And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's
With
to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC Eiht
Down south we listen to it all, we didn't discriminate
Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Royal Flush
with a down south rump
California face with a down south rump
California face with a down south rump
Ba, ba, baby girl scrumptious, uh uh she dumb
crowd
DJ do like he no see me
I lef the stage face down
Them mafia me gidigidigi
Look how much I make now
I don't need them and they don't need me
If them
Pull up to the club, quarter past
Nine, had to come early cuz I hate standin' in
Line. Fresh and feelin’ fly and I’m catchin' people’s
Eyes, either
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
enthused
Silence is lost as the holocaust comes down
When Wes goes off on the microphone
Cord or cordless
It don't matter cause I rock the fresh vest
Now I'm the Fresh Prince, and if you got good sense
You'll keep your distance, because my sole intent
Is to rock and shock the spot and give my
by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.
[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash
While you're down there, hum on my left one
Make my right one jealous, Fresh Wes is the best one
But don't be greedy share the rest with the class
Like
nothing and like it
You might get food if you
Come from out of town
But we down, by Lord, worldwide, underground
"Nowadays, it's the ways
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
Bro, mans gon' out the last three nights, yeah
And every time mans step out I go to the DJ
I got a bill for you if you can run K-Trap "Warm"
Bro,
an abusive pops
(chorus)
(Dj Clue)
DJ Clue, Fabolous
Fresh out York Star
Concords
Bronx entertainment
D-O-S
A-T-L
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
constant scrambling pocket change.
I keep that vision fully focus, sending forty shots down the range.
Here’s a ticket to watch my pain, Pixar using up all
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