Lyrics:
Halfway to Memphis, drivin in the rain
Self confidence slippin, still runnin away
From the face in the mirror, the lines on the face
From NYC
pump up the bass!
Yo Jeff man, how bout a funky scratch
Now get funky with it
Now bring in the snare
Now break it down and bring it all back
got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright though, 'cuz lady was chill
Then we dipped to the theatre
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
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'
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
York City
To the San Francisco Bay
From the ghost in the closet
The monkey on your back
From the one that really knows you
Been there watching
Uncle Jeff played the fiddle in his Colorado home
And I backed him on the banjo so he didn't play alone
We've got five generations of a fiddle
One for the treble, two for the bass
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face
Me and Jeff again, "Oh my" you say
1985 to the Y2K
The new
Like the summer of love back in '69
You can say that I'm yours
But my body is divine
I belong to everybody that I walk by
Like hi, hi
I'm the master
Aright you ready
You rollin right
We rollin aright
Yo in the place to be
About this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the fresh prince in the house
the posse and done rushed the movies
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life
That was all right because the lady was
a movie
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright though, 'cause lady was chill
Then we dipped
not be forgot
About the day my deejay turned into an autobot
He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of steel and began
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'
restaurant in town
We want caviar and lobster tails, both by candlelight and Don Perignon I said yeah right
Y'all must be crazy, and Jeff said you know
I
[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
sued by the IRS
And having more fun than the law allowed
Yeah, I'm talking loners and stoners
And sing about to come back home
And most likely too
I went skinny dipping at night all alone in the ocean, and all I could think was “Jeff Buckley”
I ran around in the sand, all I could stand was
being sued by the IRS
And having more fun than the law allowed
Yeah, I'm talking loners and stoners
And sing about to come back home
And most likely too
been to San Antone
But the worst by far than I've ever been was when I've been alone
Tomorrow night I'm in Austin I've got some old friends there
Cause
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
and, uh, Ringo, the
Other people, and I walked in the room
And they all went, "yeah!" And
"yeah what?" You know, "Would
Would you like to try Jeff's
the posse and done rushed the movies
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life
That was all right because the lady was
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