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18 points on my brand new record
Dart clapper
Ran like a snapper
Watch out for Cappa
Make way
Why'll cats ain't ready for me and the DJ
We see
one fresh with a folds
Grill in the back with a grill in the front
24-carrot gold on my trunk
Got a rope like a python hanging 'round my neck
Got
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
To the under 18s too ambitious
Party til it's late, fate so vicious
Re ntsha chelete ena fela re didimetse
Re tlatse ditafole, dibotlolo re di wetse
Ke
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
Huh, yeah-yeah, we reminiscin'
Yeah-yeah
I don't rap fast but I rap technical, yeah-yeah
We reminiscin'
True story
He in the kitchen (DJ Tidesoft!)
diamond on ya finger
Judging your demeanor
I can only presume
You're open for the taking
By the way that ass is shaking
cnd the face you making
That
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
E-M-C Two
You think you so wicked
I'ma lift your soul every verse
Every verse spitted
Who want what with it
By the time you catch up
I am gone with
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
originator
Fresh off of my hiatus yelling, 'fuck you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
Let 'em
me no no
Because I no get e motor
Dem dey used to hate me
All the same people don they hail me
All the marketers want to pay me
All the club DJs don
wordplay
Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ
Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher
See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up
Bars, lines, verbal
alakoba
As I wake up today baba bless me
Make I enter igboro na the next thing
Take away ma go ma go wey dey stress me
Kin ma fresh kin ma lowo lowo na
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
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
My DJs are so unique
Both them raised on the LA street
Nobody nowhere can hang with the mix
Mana lookin so hench
Makin moves like chess
Got my drip on check
Call me DJ Fresh
Fresh prince of Bel
Got ma girl like Kate
Pick it up pick it up
Pick it
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When I'm on the street, you
Gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if
didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince?
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round
And Uncle Luke showed
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