Lyrics:
'Cause this ain't Broadway
I'll remind ya, I require
Time to re-stoke proverbial fire
And retire, a la playa
Because life is a beach anyway
I'm
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
that sound shake it around your mind , mind , mind
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she
Don't you want me
Don't you want me
Baby, listen 'deed I do
Tell me lovin' things and the sounds I crave
Never let the chance roll by
But
Fresh Prince:]
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
music
"I got started in music through
School funded projects some folks
Came to our hood and essentially
"adopted" me and some
Other kids - we were given
look sweet
Music a beat everybody touch street
c mi seh turn up the sound
Temperature up and it a burn up the crowd
Yeah and mi seh turn up the sound
hear music
I just lose it
I wanna do it with you
And when I hear music
I get into it
I wanna do it with you
Ha
[Chorus]
We can dance
broken chair
Wicked couldn't gone near, have
To be in fear, i would say
(yeah)
For mi say, on my way on to Devon's House
Sight a little girl by di name
tell you what we do
Just come along and tell everybody no matter who (who)
Spread the word (word), by the chitter chat (chat)
And go like this (this),
take that music business serious, yeah
Put out something me and your dad can step to
Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do
Sing
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
tell you what we do
Just come along and tell everybody no matter who (who)
Spread the word (word), by the chitter chat (chat)
And go like this (this),
Trying to make the radio
I'm an anti-social anarchist, I sound like so and so
They say I'm just a stupid kid
Another crazy radical
Rock and roll is
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
ain't tryna kid the world
I ain't got beef, when I do I say, get 'em girls
Not at this dog, we just heard the frontin'
Do Harlem a favor, give
don't know
From the way that she smiled I could tell how the story would go
[Chorus]
Chica bonita you pretty like a rose
Mi senorita mi love how you
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
know you're lookin' cool
You're lookin' like you want to do it
But, you ain't got the tools
I wanna teach you somethin' that's not from the Golden
Trying to make the radio
I'm an anti-social anarchist, I sound like so and so
They say I'm just a stupid kid
Another crazy radical
Rock and roll is
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
my days weren't the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in
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