Lyrics:
on the case immediately
[Jeff]
Lets, Lets Go
[Fresh Prince]
I Got the call about eleven fifteen
Twelve o'clock arrived on the scene
Looked around
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
me when I'm workin'
Overly dedicated and overly medicated, for certain
By her a brand new purse and it's gravy
I ain't talkin' Slim when I say these
I've been here before and
I don't need no long walk home down a loveless parade
Seems I was born in a dead man's suit
I was born in a dead man's suit
Later.
See there! a man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
the shoe fits
Music moves from your heart
It’s the notes off the chart
It’s the flow from your start
It’s the lift in your arc
When the clock winds down
I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
My momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
Check it,
Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue
It was my senior spring, he was my mother's offering
A man might make things better
We could
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
every new born child
In every new born child
You're under pressure baby
Christ has returned he's returning
In every new born child
In every new born
Lord Thomas was a very fine man
Went oot to hunt his career.
Fair Annie she was the fairest woman
That ever the sun shone on,
That ever the sun shone
my plans
That a lot of my mans is not
Seein' through the fog
Families by the truck loads
Fleein' to the morgue
Full moon, aaaooooo,
the year, born build to 2 G's
Flow like these, help the God stack cheese
Summer Jet-Ski, trunk with TV's
Sittin' under tropic trees with iced teas
cry
Take me dancing under the moonlight
Keep a lookout for me babe when I'm on the prowl
Born again a free ramblin' man
Born again
River's cold and way
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
Yo if it
under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes
Of hot oil, it boils
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
There are those
Spend the night
Under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park
Through the winter
But there's a house
That I know
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
those in exile
Waiting to be released
In city
Surrounded by slums
Invaded by soldiers
Invaded by debt
Under dictator
Who escalates terror
sweated by these under covers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We
Masses toil relentlessly under scorching skies
Through cold and dark bitterness
To yield enough to subsist in contentment
When a spectre is born into
now dey wonder now
All the pretty ladies and jeega man
Not to talk of mamma or papa
You should know i'm a born star born star
And I know i'm a rockstar
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
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