Lyrics:
can buy a Rothko at a Costco
News is entertainment even if
It's gloom and doom
Customers create by mixing up
What they consume like a DJ
Lichtenstein
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off
and DJ's know how to pound beats
Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets
So much work went into this to line the notes of fact
In the place to be
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly
The Fresh Prince ay Jeff, do me a favor
Give em just a little TOUCH of the bass
Not a lot, just
station passing by
I get a mad sense of danger
Feel like my heart couldn't take it
Cause if we met we'd be strangers
You and I
Still I play that mixtape
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
strolled back home with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
dreams is simple
A Gucci pair of jeans round my ankles
So honkey why you scared
When I'm by the ATM?
It's okay, better give him cash than be him
White
Some deejays are
(good) some deejays are (fresh)
Some deejays are even (def)
But here's a little somethin 'bout my deejay
(The magnificient) Jazzy
the shell-top Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
Rocking state greens, sippin on Dom
Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release,
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
style is not buttah, it's more like busta without the a
You never think of nothin' fresh to say
The freshest dj from the state of ohio
I remember when
I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit
featuring DJ Rogers Puff
[Intro: La the Darkman (DJ Rogers & Puff)]
Yeah. Yeah. One. Two.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. (Oh)
Time for
Now let me see that ass
Shake it for a nigga
Make me wanna throw da cash
Real thick slim thick gone twerk sum
And by the end of the night i'm tryna
focus on the mission, so you know just how it goes
Walk up in that bitch, I know I'm fresh
Tryna claim my gang, DJ Khaled, we the best
That bitch didn't
outnumbered by all your haters
Take a trip to Barbados, enter into hiatus
Enter into a round with no entry for entertainers
We could of did that but instead we
our future is bright
I want you by my side sleeping every night
Ever since I met you from the start baby girl, I wanted your heart
Got plans to spend
unitin' Detroit like Benetton
An angry DJ breaking records with Lynn Swann
Thinkin' I'm fresh whipping' a Cadillac Cimarron
Tinted out switches, cell phone
Three hours too late
Yeah
Yeah
Yo mic check
I smell flesh
I smell fresh ya what did you expect
Roni on my neck so shiny it reflect
But lately I feel
are all so dope Feel so fresh and clean that we dont need soap
Our crews so fly were covered by air traffic control
We rock the house till the early
photoshoot fresh (Yeah)
Na me dey hold camera myself (Woah)
I swear I be hits like look at my features
I just be jamb by myself
I no fit ever fuck up but in
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