Lyrics:
This is another hit from Biz Markie
Dedicated to the radio, not he or she
Be-cause it's time for them to get recognized
This is my version
it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves
[Repeat: x4]
[DJ Quik]
Yo, I'm DJ Quik a player and a hustler too
So many girlies on my jock that I don't know what to do
I buy my jimmies by
the G's at
[Chorus]
Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with a top-pop
I'll pop and bust a shot and tell em stop and make the block hot
Ya
a harmony
Let my song get you higher (higher)
We never have to come back down (no no)
And if then you should miss me (miss me)
Just tell the DJ run it back
right out of the background
So back down or else get boiled, not blanched
Let me take it back then
The station's Deja
The DJ's MAC 10
Doughboi fresh I'm da gemini man
Got da glow gotta check get to peeling out grands
Finna make a mess swear it's spilling out my hands
Fuck it gon
Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
the baseball bat
I'll just toss a few copies of my newest CD to your kids that's me
Let's all get a bowl of fresh air
Breathe in breathe out man I don't care
meet again
Yeah
Till we link again
Yeah
Just the two of us Billie
I'll give you shakes chilly
You the fresh prince, okay philly
I'm the king of fresh
loco
Going urban on some bourbon
So get some soco
My eyes be peepin on some flesh
Not even interest
We seen the best but they ain't fresh
So G that's why
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
you'd get off my tip now that's my request
See he who laughs last always laughs best
Okay I'll be reasonable you wanna buy it
Okay I'll sell it psyche
That I get down to Snoop Dogg and Tha Dogg Pound
Chief Rocka by the Lords of the Underground
Who's wakin' and makin' that freaky noise?
Geto Boys, Lost
In the begining, it was WHBI
Just let it flowdo what you know
To get you in tha mooooood
DJ scratching
Just let it flowdo what you know
To get you
fresh out the mall
Drip splash like I hopped out a Voss
Still crisp like Im fresh out the vault
Know Ill get pressed by the law
Lookin at me I look like
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
the air, I'm on the floor gettin' freaked on
Be gone, see my crew, these a bunch of pecans
Hoes get on the floor when the D.J. throws this beat on
It's off
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Uh
When I awoke, I was sittin' on a boat
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
you'd get off my tip now that's my request
See he who laughs last always laughs best
Okay I'll be reasonable you wanna buy it
Okay I'll sell it psyche
me to Karyn White
It's Fresh Wes with the brown complexion
Like Perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspection
I scrutinize to the bone marrow,
Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!) Hip-Hop (RIGHT HERE!)
[KRS-One]
I'm like Noah, I'm takin 'em, two by two
I took, them and them and I'll take, you and you
Be I'm
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