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DJ Jazzy Jeff And The Fresh Prince Code Red Somethin' like dis Yeh Yeh Yeh come on now Some party some party some party If you wanna go say party: party Say party: party Nineteen ninety three Come on You about ready to do it over there You ready too You about ready to do it over there You ready I said one two three four In slow Now hear I go As I Flow Crowd goes up and down like a yo-yo Hail the master the ruler over ____ Meat to a mike like Shaq to a ball Tough like a tank not pumped like a filo I'm breaking up with a girl I'm leaving her weeped like a willow I'm totally in love with a kids beat silhouette Till I see another one better Eight to twelve a rapper just for fun My desire inspite of her [____ (echo) G(echo)] But now I'm the epitome Years and Years and ya cant get rid of me From the dark age into the renaissance The rap obsession caused the regression But one (minute la(o)ter?) and that means me To show you what it takes to be a real MC You need (wickedy wickedy?) rhymes With a (stickedy stickedy?) style And if you think?...it could take a while You need to need to take your take ya time to pursue it Till you're (wicky wicky?) rhymes flow right through it Chitty chitty bang bang chitty bang chitty I kick the nitty gritty For the people in the city Heres somethin that ya best not miss As we go a little somethin like dis Come on Aha We go a little somethin like dis Yehhhhh the crowd rocks in the housssseee Top billin Hands to my filin? Aint no playin around or sitting around or standin around, clown, when I'm gettin down Heavy on bass Go lightly on the treble You cant dig this then man you need a _____ Where's the jam I search like (I'm gonna?) Find the party kick it like thunder Back in the day they used a judge a MC On what? By how amped and loud the whole crowd would be I go eh They go eh If I go yeh They go yeh Yeh yeh yeh yeh It's like a drug and I can't stand it Mike like a fight? And use it like a magnet It's hip hop with a twist Ah As we go a little somethin like dis Come on We go a little somethin like dis Hit it Word up Word up We go a little somethin like dis Hit it It's Jazzy Jazzy Yo my name is Jeff Well it's Jazzy Jazzy Yo my name is Jeff Well it's Jazzy Jazzy Yo my name is Jeff and don't forget about my man the Fresh Pr-Prince pick it Getu de dups de dit min e tin a harmen (Get up to the harmony?) And edow ski dup nit up widu widout (...get up with you or without) Sit o to the funky did dat you cant mid who get hypnotized widup wid-ow gritu (To the funky did that you cant miss who get hypnotized ... without you) A mitay to eat wid-ow we di stit ow (We just did it now) It aint what under test me sedi who do da best beat (You aint about to test me to see who do the best bea)t You know, you know, what I'm talkin about Bewede I didn't figure it out ("Well I didn't figure it out") Now pump it up Coz I'm superior... H. and me? Cos im so quick I get the time... get the respect what you do to the brothers MC? My name is the prince and don't ever forget it. You can't even if you try Because I'm a hell-of-a-lover hell-of-a-partier all-of-hell-of-a-guy Yeh can I do this Yeh ya just did it Tell em. Yo can I do this Yeh ya just did it Now heres somethin that ya just cant miss As we go a little somethin like dis Come on Give it to them We go a little somethin like dis Hit it Give em a ____ here Yeh We go a little somethin like dis He-he-he-he-hit it He-he-he-he-hit it We go we go we go a little sumthin like dis like
Writer(s): Peter O. Phillips, Willard C. Smith, Lowell Fulsom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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