Y`all Know
Yall know
Observe the high roller
Mic controller
Number one hip-hop son
Call me solar
Why? cause I shine
Praise the big willie im
Raised in philly i
Daze and thrillin ya
Dont be silly, ya cant see me
Again Im killin ya on mtv
Just get with it my friend(damn another award)
Dat kid done did it again(oh my lord)
Da fantastic
Boombastic
Gettin ten times hotter than any you other cats get
Practice
You lack this
Im the real mccoy
First with jeff I was startin
Then with martin Im a badboy
See more green than david bent
More juice than tropicana
You hawkin me like atlanta
Mcs just flee, they rightfully concerned
Big will wants the mic back, its my turn ta burn
Verse 2:
Im back attackin the mic
Hype like a viking
Strikin like a python
Blaze like jon
A hip-hop icon, mc radical
Back on track from my rap/act sabatacle
Nine-point-six on the richter
Kicked her, hands so slickta
Chicks quickta flip tha
Bright glance and the tight pants
For the slight chance, big willie can we get one dance?
Why yes you may an, Im just sayin
That dress you playin, is a-okay an
This is your chance for, at least it could be
For you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, menege-boogie
On the scene I fronts an dashin, fashion
Lost my cream once, now Im stashin cashin
Countries and currencies, like a true don
Its a new time and this time watch me shine
The way yall blaze through the days and nights
How I deal with the craze my momma raised me right
Whether Im on stage or in the studio booth
100 proof, raisin the roof, raisin the roof!
Chorus:
Yall know, cant nobody rock a crowd like me
He know, cant nobody make it bounce like me
She know, cant nobody get it hot like me
Yall know, yall need ta stop cause ya cant see me
Verse 3:
Seven continents I bruise all cruise
Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes
Eskimos to abariginies
Ill test the flow of the worlds mcs
Ill hit you out the ball park
You just all talk
Dont be lookin at my script, you cant play my part
See Im a rapper thats an actor
You act rap with no heart
The way that I compose those flows like mozart
Gets somthin like a symphony, when Im orchestratin em
Ever since the days of me an jeff at the paladium
All my life Ive been the cream of the crop
Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream
I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it
Not the benz 600 four door of it(keep it real yo)
Im a rhyme regardless of earnin
Long as my heart keeps yearnin
I gots ta keep burnin
Chorus 5x
song performed by by Will Smith
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Ozone Mama
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Its a trip yall
Git hip to this yall
It will git yall
Gonna hit yall
Never quit yall
Right in the middle of our minds
The bug that bit yall
Make ya itch yall
Inch by inch yall
Til your tall yall
See it all yall
Near and far yall
We wont ever let it drag
This funny feeling got me reeling
Like Im walking on the ceiling
Do it to me now
Chorus:
Ozone mama lay your daddy down
Under the stars right down on the ground
Mother nature got me thinking
bout the love that youve been bringin
Do it to me now
Cmon the ride yall
We provide yall
Its like this yall
Never miss yall
Git up and go yall
Ya never know yall
We be the bottom of your bag
Give a call yall
Anytime yall
Dont be slow yall
Ya gotta know yall
On with the show yall
Bring it all yall
We dont ever have to brag
Well you got this poor boy thinking
Your lovin cup Ive been drinking
Do it to me now
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Call The Law
Step, step 2 the mic, huh
Not yet
Step, step 2 the mic, huh
Step 2 the mic and taste the hype
Its manifested, this blessed gift, I had 2 bring it right
So let me dive right in
Where do I begin? hmm, well, let me...
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
Call the law (call the dogs), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
(ho, ho, ho, ho!) (alright) {repeat}
(ooh) the law, they come around when everyones having a ball
And by the way, that reminds me of a party yall
North side minnie, twin cities, mid-summer on the scene
And my people get busy fryin up the bird (get the chicken, baby)
Word, whoever heard of a party bein ready without a money makin pot of spaghetti (ha ha ha)
Yeah, what u laughin at?
Im sellin liquor plus some plates at $7 a crack
Huh, and thats profitable
And 4 a sucker like u, thats a mouthful
Hmph, u better call the law cuz we gettin extreme
Pick it up p
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall) {x4}
(ho, ho, ho, ho!) (alright) {repeat}
Alright
Yeah
(man, I dont know what the hell yall sellin)
(fellas, yo, what u doin now? ) (what u doin tone? )
Boy, I aint turning down nothing, this is my place
U know what Im sayin?
Homeboy
Back 2 the scene, the basements packed
Buddy at the front door breakin backs
Thats security ensuring thee
The best possible time 4 u and me, yeah
The partys jumpin (ho, ho, ho)
Everybodys bumpin 2 rock creek park when (ho, ho, ho)
Bo and his girl got silly (whatd she do? )
Jumped up on my chandelier and got busy, yeah
He had 2 snatch the ho (what? )
We got geo in the background screamin, here we go, here we go!
Yeah, the tempos upbeat
Hollywood swingin at the end of the bar
He began singin, if I didnt care...
Yeah, u better call the law (call the law)
Were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
(ho, ho, ho, ho, here we go, here we go!) (alright) {repeat}
Yeah, thats alright
Give it 2 me, come on
Yeah, mm hmm, alright
Mmm hmm, yeah
Kick it p (u better call the law)
Im outta here, yeah
Peace
Alright, alright
Call, call the law, alright
song performed by by Prince
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Feel It
Artist: charli baltimore f/ teddy riley
1 - can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
[teddy riley]
Its makin me hot, its makin me hot
Its makin me hot, yo, yo
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
[teddy riley]
Its makin me hot, its makin me hot
Its makin me hot, yo, yo
[charlie]
Uh uh uh
Wanna test my waters? step in
Hot, no question, what? interested?
Chick blessed in drop
No less than sick flows
Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit it
Cats know I deliver blows, kill hits
Kill the light switch, Im barkin in my cb
Tight chick with charts in mind
Hearts in my actress
Better address me with status
Ms. and misses, yall whos and whats
Came in viscious
Everything I touch, yall wanna get it
Cats wanna hit it, hide when I spit it
What yall do? did it. wanna get it?
Wanna get rich, imma show you money
Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money
Why you wanna hate me, I dont know you money
Yall cats got late fees, I dont owe you money
Yall quick to wild out and just blow your money
Should it stash high, burnin flashlight
Girls need to know if youre stuck for money
Cats get sheisty, I might duck for money
Let em know, you aint gettin buck for money
And tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, what
Repeat 1
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Feel me come through hard so yall hear me
Turn back? never, rap vendetta
Each letter clever for that cheddar
Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater
Dont speak to heather
Only fly lady certified indy, the rest gotta pay me
Chuck get shady, cats try to play me
Waggin mercedes benz for the lady
Me that, so he that, where the keys at?
Ride through, slide through for feedback
Like damn, she ballin, damn she that chick
Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits
Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin
Damn, mad jewels, damn she be spillin
Trust, we gon all ball love ya
Pop bubbly, imma make yall love me, uh
Repeat 1
Yo, yo
Just warmin up, chilled the whole song
Yall feel it yet? killed the whole song
Haters game raw, aint nothin pretty
Bank head strong so checkbook pretty
Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes
Counterfeit fiftys, crooked seams
Now I play scenes
Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers
Stay real stacks backs you faces
Back to basics, flip rhyme basses
Chuck goin lace it, yall gon taste it
Fresh new face, did it mark my spot
Mark my x, park my lex, watch be lex
Face forgets nigga, lay some sex
Flow dough from bitch to hoe, flip the do
Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to bitch, nigga
Repeat 1 until fade
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Boom! Shake The Room
Artist: jazzy jeff & fresh prince
Yo back up now and give a brother room
The fuse is lit and Im about to go boom
Mercy mercy mercy me
My life is a cage but on stage Im free
Hyped up syched up ready for wilin
Standing in a crowd of girls like an island
I see the one I wanna sic come here cutie
I flip em around and then I work that booty
Work the body work work the body
Slow down girl youre bout to hurt somebody
Oh and yo lets get just one thing clear
Theres only one reason why I came here
Ya really done want me to tig-a-tig-a-tig-a tell ya wassup (go)
Ya really done want me to tig-a-tig-a-tig-a tell ya wassup (go)
Ya really done want me to tig-a-tig-a-tig-a tell ya wassup (go)
I came here tonight to hear the crowd go
Chorus:
Boom! shake-shake-shake the room
Boom! shake-shake-shake the room
Boom! shake-shake-shake the room
Tic-tic-tic-tic boom!
Well yo are yall ready for me yet
(pump it up prince)
Well yo are yall ready for me yet
(pump it up prince)
Well yo are yall ready for me yet
(pump it up prince)
Well here I go here I go here I here I go
Yo
Dance in the aisles when the prince steps to it
The rhyme is a football yall and I went and threw it
Out in the crowd and yo it was a good throw
How do I know? because the crowd went hoooo
In response to the way that I was kicking it
Smooth and individual
Rhymes always original
Like the dr. jekyl man and this is my hyde side
I am the driver and youre on a rap ride
So fellas (yeah)
Are yall wit me (yeah)
I said fellas (yeah)
Are yall wit me (yeah)
Why dont you tell the girls what yall wanna do
Ya wanna ooh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh--ooooh
Thats right yo and Im in the flow
So pump up the volume along with the tempo
I want everybody in the house to know
I came here tonight to hear the crowd go
Chorus
Pump it pump it come on now
Repeat 5x
Yeah, come on now
Chorus
Here I go
The the f-f-f-f-fresh p-p-p-prince is who I am
So tell my mother that I never wrote a whack jam
But some times I get n-nervous and start to stutter
And I f-fumble every word for word I utter
So I just try to ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chill
But it gets worse-a but worse-a but-but-but worse still
I need the c-c-c-crowd to k-k-k-kick into it
They help me calm down and I can get through it
So higher higher
Get ya hands to the ceiling
Let it go yall dont fight the feeling
Mic in a strangle hold sweat pourin
And like jordan yo Im scoring
Yeah thats right yall and I am in the flow
So pump up the volume along with the tempo
Many have died tryin to stop my show
I came here tonight to here the crowd go
Chorus
song performed by by Will Smith
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Freakin It
Im bout to freak this
Ha ha ha ha
What what what what
Uh big will uh Im bout to freak this
What you want me to freak this
Just peep it while I freak this
Aiight aiight
Im bout to freak this full out the king of the hill
Big will keepin it real knees to the grill
The whole set on lock down making you flock down
To where Im at to hear my rap
I be that cat that set trends
Where yall at
On the corner with your freinds
Heard you screamin about cream in your rap kid
Yo my last check for wild wild west came on a flat bed
Once and for all lets get this straight
How you measure a rapper what make an mc great
Is it the sales 20mill
Is it the cars bentlys
Is it the women jada
Is it the money please
Mr clean yet the fact remain
Got girls that dont speak english screamin my name
All you rappers yellin bout who you put in a hearse
Do me a favour write one verse without a curse
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Yo its smooth when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Peep this when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay on back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
Aiight one more give dejavu
Up the chart yo yall see the way I flew
Cant nobody do this the way I do
You like how I freaky freak this say I do I do
Haters sick of the hits like the witch of the west no body wicked as this
I read in rap pages they refer to me as soft
Yeah more like microsoft
Will gates of the rap game
Quintessential megalomaniac
Whats my rap name big will
Im the man not conceited Im as good as I say I am
Dang diggy dang da dang da dang diggy diggy
Back withe the track masters to bang jiggy jiggy
Yo every time time I shoot I score
So many awards I can start a grammy chess board
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
You know you like this when I freak this yeah yeah
Watch me Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Yo its smooth when I freak this yeah yeah
Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Tone and poke lace the track
I lace the rap
Jeff do the cut
Yeah what rob do the mix tape to jl
Then tommy mattola put it on sale
Then come da moment of truth
Hot off the press to the dj booth
Hey yo here it comes yall that brand new will smith cut
Soon as it drop watch the phones blow up boom
Then ship a mill
Quick to the store
What sold out
When yall gettin more
Finally get it
Bump the track
Then come the multi platinum plaque
Now Im gonna leave it up to you
I bank the hit sound just for you
And then my dream come true
This years american music award goes to huh thankyou
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Yo you know Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Oh you like when I freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Girl you know Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Yo peep it while I freak this yeah yeah
Aint no way I gotta frea this yeah yeah
Yo you like how I freak this yeah yeah
Yo check this when I freak this yeah yeah
Look at when I freak this yeah yeah
Yo you know Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Big will just freak this yeah yeah
song performed by by Will Smith
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Underdog
I know how it feels to expect to get a fair shake
But they won't let you forget
You're the underdog and you got to be twice as good (yeah)
Even if you're never right
They get uptight when you got too much
You might start thinking too much, too (yeah)
I know how it feels when you know for real
That every other time (yeah)
You get a raw deal, yeah
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Do you know what I mean, yeah
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Well, I know how it feels to get demoted
When it comes the time to get promoted
Cause you might be movin' up way too fast
If you ever love somebody of a different set,
But the other set was an act you forget
well it just don't go like that, oh
I know how it feels
When people stop, turn around and stare
Say goodbye and they low rate, low rate me (yeah yeah)
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Do you know what I mean, yeah
I'm just the underdog, yall (a a a ahhh)
Un-der-dog, Un-der-dog,
Un-der-dog, Un-der-dog (roarrrr)
I know how it feels to be played upon
Be at the party but you're really all alone
They underestimate me
And if you hang out with people you don't even know
Simply because theres a whole lot more of them
You better think you cant
You better think you cant
I know how it feels when you're feelin' down
And you wanna come up but youre really
In the wrong part of town, yeah
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Do you know what I mean
Said I'm the underdog, yall
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Underdog, Underdog, Underdog, yall
Underdog, Underdog, thats me
Underdog, Underdog, Underdog, yall
Underdog hao hao haa (yeah)
Uhh / Come on / Uhh
I'm the underdog, yall
I'm the underdog, yall
I'm the underdog, underdog
Im the freak, Im the freak
I'm the underdog, yall
Ugh
Underdog ohoa
I said yeah yeah yeah yeaaahh
Aw
Ho ho hoa
No no no
Im the underdog
song performed by by Anastacia
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Yes Yes Yall
Intro sonny cheba
Yes
At the start of the new jiggyness
With the trackmasters
Camp lo and
Willie
Gon give it to ya
Know what I mean
Lot of macoronis here
Check it out for all the
Tenderonis
Ah ha ha
Like chatchy and joni
Verse 1
Lights camera action
The hip hop attraction
Fresh priggy
John bliggy
Player haters been hatin all my playin for years
Now they seein they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
Parades and accolades
All shades and ages
Its me the outrageous
My zeal contageous
The smile inspirator
Aspen to grenada
One of the only mcs to say cheese with scharwtzenegger
Everywhere I go they know me
Planet hollywood in paris accidently spilt a drink upon they
Truth of the matter Ive been loungin
Livin it up givin it up
In monopulate surrondings
Been around the world and I yi yi
Aint seen enough of this fly yi yi
My attitude pervasive
My effervensence
Bringing you back to the essence
With the
Chours will smith and camp lo
Yes yes yall
And ya dont stop
Mic check yall
And ya dont quit
Repeat 2x
Verse 2
Verse two
bout to slay you worst than the first verse
Packin my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in rarified air where only few can live
Thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game
Stepped away as fresh prince came back with my real name
A rose by any other still beautifies the room
So dont get consumed when a brothers known to gloom
Its amantics but yo its really good to be back
Never racing the rap just lacing the track
Not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b
bout to have an oscar standin next to my grammiesss
Plural mucho no need to talk though
Im a just do so
Im comin at ya with the smoothest slickness
Behold the style lick of this kickin
Chorus
Verse 3
A gq cover twice
This brothers nice
Vanity fair you saw me there
I discovered life
Outside of rap got the cream and all that
But kinda left a void in me
You cant keep runnin in and out of my life
Said my mic
Aight
Pump your radio you could record
As they place my welcome mat at the music awards
Coming throgh america tinted in high beams
Rose petals at my feet like Im prince akeem
So to all you player haters while yall sayin yall rhyme
Please stop sayin jada cause that names mine
I rocked the philly fade with the divin waves
Yes yallin till Im bald like issac hayes
Bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
Im a get better with age trust
Chorus
song performed by by Will Smith
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I Dont Wanna Play Basketball
Talking [intro]
Yo, whats up with olamide, today, man?
I dont know man
Is he trippin or somthin? (yea he is)
He said he aint comin
With his main boys to the court
(wants to play ball, man)
Whats up, with that?
You know what Im sayin?
(yea whats up with that? )
Knowin that we play ball everyday
He just gonna sell out on us like that
You know what Im sayin?
Thats straight up bull man (that n*igga trippin? )
You know what Im sayin?
He trippin like a heart atack (ha, ha, ha..)
Whats up with that dog?
Hook:
We like em in the coupes... what? uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes... yea...who this?
We like em in the coupes... what? uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ...uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes
Verse 1: (olamide)
Today felt so good
Ladies crusin through my hood
Lookin like hollywood
And my friends up to no good
They want me to play ball
But Im sittin here waiting for youre call
Gotta get to the mall
And look at all the girls with no flaws
Chorus:
I dont wanna play basketball... yea baby
Cuz Im too small to hoop... yea baby
I just wanna get down with yall
(I just wanna get down with yall)... oh yea
With the ladies in the coupes (the ladies in the coupes)
I dont
I dont
I dont
Verse 2: (olamide)
Dont wanna got o class cuz I didnt make the team
Id rather be chasin... uh, uh
Cuz thats my only dream
Let em go play that ball
If only you could have it all...yea
Find me a rich one
Cuz baby Im fine
Chorus 2x
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes (what, what)
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh... thats right
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes...what?
(I dont wanna play basketball)...uh huh... yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
Chorus 3x
song performed by by Imajin
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Keepin It Gangsta
[fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yo, I dont care what yall do, how yall do
Where yall do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas
[verse 1]
Fabs livin la vida loca
Only n**** in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Narks wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
D.e.a been lookin for proof since 9-3
When I came through in the benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jakes through on bullet proofs and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the f*** wanna beef
My fendi knits be 3x so you cant see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in cleveland pop
Vivrant thing on my hip, that will make you breathe and stop
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, your roll(rollie) with the sleeve on top
You n***** know where my heat stay at
I leave n***** m I a and I aint talkin where the heat play at
Cmon
[chorus]
Yall know who
Keepin it gangsta
We come through
Keepin it gangsta
Yall know how we do
Keepin it gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin it gangsta
[verse 2]
N***** dont think Im still shavin crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack
Baugettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a leathal weapon like mel gidson and dan glover
Now I lose v money and c lo
And the cops think me and muggs is g money and nino
I dont hit these honeys with c-notes
Rather put them on greyhound, strap these honeys with kilos
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get nikes from aster you wont see hit the store for 6 months
Something bout the beamer x5
When I come through it be increaseing a skeos sex drive
Half the click look like they struck genisis up
The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up
Tn never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight
When they call ny, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8
[chorus]1x
[verse 3]
I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carats hangin out the side of my lobe
Pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya rove (rover)
Yall n***** aint aint gangstas til yall ridin
And feds tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like fred taylor
Im snatchin everything in the pjs now
Thats why most these n***** in workin with the d a now
If Im in a ride or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin it gangsta
If Im with a hoochie freak or a dime in a gucci sneaks
Keepin it gangsta
If Im probally in the hood or Im in hollywood
Keepibn it gangsta
If I slit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat
Keepin it gangsta
[chorus {till end}]
song performed by by Fabolous
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Gettin Jiggy Wit It
On your mark ready set lets go
Dance floor pro I know you know
I go psycho when my new joint hit
Just cant sit
Gotta get jiggy wit it
Ooh thats it
Now honey honey come ride
Dkny all up in my eye
You gotta prada bag with alotta stuff in it
Give it to your friend lets spin
Everybody lookin at me
Glancin the kid
Wishin they was dancin a jig
Here with this handsome kid
Ciga-cigar right from cuba-cuba
I just bite it
Its for the look I dont light it
Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay
Givin up jiggy make it feel like foreplay
Yo, my car, yo its infinite-
Ha ha
Big willie styles all in it
Gettin jiggy wit it
Chorus:
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin jiggy wit it
Repeat 3x
What you wanna ball with the kid
Watch your step you might fall
Trying to do what I did
Mama-unh mama-unh ima come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, unh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad cause I got floor seats at the lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the raiders
Met ali he told me Im the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser
Dj play another
From the prince of this
Your highness
Only mad chicks ride in my whips
South to the west to the east to the north
Bought my hits and watch em go off a go off
Ah yes yes yall and ya dont stop
In the winter or the (summertime)
I makes it hot
Gettin jiggy wit em
Chorus
Eight-fifty i.s. if you need a lift
Whos the kid in the drop
Who else will smith
Livin that life some consider a myth
Rock from south street to one two fifth
Women used to tease me
Give it to me now nice and easy
Since I moved up like george and wheezy
Cream to the maximum I be askin em
Would you like to bounce with the brother thats platinum
Never see will attackin em
Rather play ball with shaq and um,
Flatten em
Psyche
Kiddin
You thought I took a spill
But I didnt
Trust the lady of my life she hittin
Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of philly
You trying to flex on me
Dont be silly
Getting jiggy wit it
Chorus
song performed by by Will Smith
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Dont Say Nothin
Yo
When I released my first single back in like 86
People was like oh you know thats popcorn and you know they weak
You know then I mess around I go world trade on them
Bangin out them multi plastic still got negativity to bring
My thing is you cant say nothing nice dont say nothing
Take your place allow me to flex a taste
As my accomplishments bring up my comp like mase
Face me the star of stage and tv
My face be seen in almost every country
Grammy winner soon to be oscar nominee
Who he thats dressed jiggy straight from west philly
Thought I was whack cause I wanted to act
Now every brother and his mother that rap be trying to do that
The ill kid
Hundred million dollar bill kid
The one you love to chill with come on keep it real kid
Dont try to act like this summer at the greek
You wont be bumpin the big willie in your jeep
I know yall still feel me
Really dont act silly
Thought I feel off just becuase I left philly
Took a break from the rap thing went on hiatus
I picked up the art of acting and multiplied papers
I chilled on silk sofas chatting with operah
She asked me if its true that me and jeff broke up
While yall kids busy playing drug pimp and playa
I was at my crib in barbados chillin with jada
Vertex is me the magnanamous
God you sayin damn Ive always been a fan of his
Yall know how it is oh wait hold up yall dont
Look here yall dont say nothing than I wont
Just dont say nothing
Man I love being me ready to rock the block
With some more hot top notch for you to cop
No more mr nice guy
My whole life Ive been smiling when I felt like whiling
Jealousy swinging on me made his attack
He soft he whack man that aint real rap
You beleive that
It hurt me at first but its cool
Took the insults feed it to my ego for fuel
Now everywhere I turn a dead end
Hundred women coming at me waving pads and pens
And they be screaming out
Oh my lord
Did you see its that brother from
Id4
Now can I please get
A picture and your signature
Sure you can miss
Oh my God my girlfriends they aint gonna beleive this
Worldwide wait nah hold up galactic
Hear my name dont nothing change but the accent
Bangok to madagascar they wanna see me
Prince epe in spain japan Im cota eshe
I like my steaks thick and my jets private
And my son to ride in the cockpit
I know hes only four taking lessons from the pilot
While Im on my cell with my broker getting stock tips
Find a magazine and I read the hottest gossip
Man whod a thought my life would be such an interesting topic
Well yall know how it is wait hold up yall dont
Well look here yall dont say nothing than I wont
Just dont say nothing
Just dont say nothing
Just dont say nothing
Just dont say nothing
Go ahead adjust the balance and the bass in your speakers
Make sure my voice sounding crisp in your tweeters
Im about to show you how a man like me works
Shorty get ice five carrots and nothing cheaper
Four five chromed out former two seater
Fifty inch sony to watch siskel and ebert
Cause Im about to get two thumbs ten toes one knee and probobly a couple
Of elbows
Cause yo Im the man and the whole world knows
Rock film fests to vos and rap shows
All the critics jealous people and back stabbers
My so called friends who been nothing but actors
Youre way of carachter but now whos the bomb
Its will from west phil just slightly transformed
Yall know what it is
Ah damn thats right yall dont
But look here yall dont say nothing then trust me I wont
Just dont say nothing
Just dont say nothing
Just dont say nothing
Just dont say nothing
song performed by by Will Smith
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Bringin Da Noise
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Jc:
We need to get down
The scene is set so right
Everybodys in the house tonight (tonight)
Lose your mind
Let your body take control (control)
Youve got to feel it in your soul (in your soul)
Ive got that feeling baby
You know it drives me crazy
And all I wanna do is hit the floor
I wanna shout it yall
So make it louder yall
Jc:
And turn it up some more
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bringin da noise
Jc:
Just shake it girl (shake it girl)
And enjoy the ride
Do what you feel inside
Cause its your world..
All you want and more
So baby go and get yours (get yours)
Ive got that feeling baby
You know it drives me crazy
And all I wanna do is hit the floor
I wanna shout it yall (shout)
So make it louder yall (loud)
And turn it up some more (more more more)
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
Then we can get loose
Bringin da noise
Bringin da noise
Bringin da noise
Bringin da noise
Ive got that feeling baby
You know it drives me crazy
And all I wanna do is hit the floor
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Bringin da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Say come on, come on
Lets raise the roof
And give 'em proof
That we can get loose yall
Echo: whaaaat?
song performed by by N Sync
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Feel Alright Yall
Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]
Feelin all right on a party night
Good times are in store, everybody get hype
Motivation of your body is what we do best
With lyrics so def its above the rest
New jacks tryin to change, but youre lame to the game
Frontin like yourre hard, with a fake gold chain
Tryin to rock the mike, but were on the ball
We make the people say ...
Chorus (2x): [luke]
Feel all right yall!!
Feel like dynamite!!
Verse 2: [brother marquis]
Theyre doggin my mood, but thats all right
Let me discuss and make a fuss with the use of the mike
So as I step to the podium and cause pandemonium
With crowds of people, rockin auditoriums
Screamin, yellin, swayin while Im sayin
My verbal expression while the music is playin
This is for all of yall, I hope you like
This is designed to make you feel all right!
Chorus
Verse 3: [brother marquis]
You try to out-recite me, but thats not likely
I can tell whether or not if you hate or if you like me
cause above all I arise, so dont you be surprised
When I get recognition from the public eye
[fresh kid ice]
And Ill do all the things that the people like
Kid ice will excite you when hes on the mike
Its time to act ill and get on the ball
Everybody in the place scream out and say ...
Chorus
song performed by by 2 Live Crew
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Im Comin
Ugh ugh Im comin
Watch ya back Im comin
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Big will for the y2k ugh
Feel the earth tremble see the skies turn red
Eclipses shooting stars turn ya head
Volcanoes erupted rage in the sea
Aint the second coming of christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the nile
It would throw off the rotation of the earth
Well messing with me is worse
Feel the rain button up you overcoat
Watch the illadelph bad boy go quote for quote
Well yall want the best well Im right here
You looking for competition aint no one near
Yall in the stands dissin kickin dirt and missin
My heavenly flows put mcs in hells kitchen ugh
And Im so Im so hot hot yall burnin up hot
I step in its like the wedding between hope and armaggedon
The hip hop moses to where we headin yall
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
When I was born there was a rainbow formed with no sun
Roy g bid marking the path for the chosen one
An angel my grandma told me before she died
Smart folks dont need to put no cursing in they rhymes
So from cd to tv to movies back to rhymin
My lifestats makes jordans six rings seem common
Yall hate I retaliate just by being great
Big will the enemy of your mental state
With the same rhyme I used to burn your idol in a battle
To subdue you into saying look I dont wanna battle
Mib w3 mad respect
Black stealthbombarama but yall cant detect that
Im comin is what I screamed
As a teen armed with discipline faith and a dream
After smoke clears after lifes roller coasters
See who stands putting his mic into his holster what
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Batten down the hatches and latch the doors
You wanna try to match my whits with yours
Three hits I hit you you hit the floor
This track is the third hit thats for sure
Beat thick reminiscin of a bodacelli
Im like a cheetah huntin out on the serengeti
I got my x ray vision through all in my way
No plan b it distracts from plan a
Stage splitting in half earthquake style
Evacuate your premisses the hardcore nemesis
I never miss my flow never flawed
Grab mics and send electric shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapons intuition
My future positions determined by past decisions
So young george bush Im thinking bout runnin
Maybe not this time but trust dude ugh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Tra knox
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back no
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back no
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back
song performed by by Will Smith
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Nigga Please
[pharrell]
What, uh, cmon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (its too late)
Its too late for that
Dont gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that
[jay-z]
Uh, uh, young, neptunes, young chris, roc
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla
[chorus: pharrell]
My nigga, please - you aint signing no checks like these
My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these
My nigga, please - you aint holding no tecks like these
My nigga, please - you dont pop in vest like these
[jay-z]
My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
Nigga please, you aint start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps dont tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you aint got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you dont be getting no hoes
With la perla on they cheeks, cant be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo blahnik Im going through they body like an ultrasonic
You aint got em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you cant prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you cant even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you
[chorus + ad libs]
[jay-z]
Uh, pimp strolling on em
Black diamonds, rose goldin on em
Paper foldin on em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the foldgers on em
Keys, saran wrap with petroleum on em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try {? } on em
Witnesses, its no holdin on em
Just george jefferson strollin on em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real tv
That chick, thats me, that six, thats me
That boat, I had it on the mediterranean sea
Nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
[young chris]
Yo, yo,
Nigga please, yall aint seeing no checks like these (no)
Yall dont run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Yall dont rock your roc-a-wear nike checks like we
Yall coach class, yall never private jet like we
My nigga please, yall dont smoke the sour diesel like us
You dont go to pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, yall dont re-up like us
Ay, yall aint being like us, cause yall dont see it like us
The move the ds when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on es and dust
Then niggas fin with pills, yall dont get gs like us
My nigga please, yall youngns aint got o.g.s like me
B. sig, young hov, dame dash, kareem
Nigga please, somebody mustve gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (ganggreen)
My nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
[pharrell]
Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but dont trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I got the gremlins crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
song performed by by Jay-Z
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Hes The Dj....
Artist: dj jazzy jeff & the fresh prince
(put your hands together, welcome fresh prince and jazzy jeff)
Mic check, yall ready to have a party out there?
I cant hear you, is brooklyn ready to have a party out there?
Before we get started here
Id like to pay a couple respects to the people
That made me what I am today
All the people I used to listen to while I was growing up
Put your hands together for grand master caz and mellie mel
Let me hear it back there, for grand master caz and mellie mel
Id like to pay my repsects to mr. magic, dj red alert
You know Im a young boy, Im just coming up, you know, starting to do this
Im 17 years old and gonna do what I wanna do up here, right?
But before I do what I wanna do I wanna know is brooklyn in the place?
Brooklyns out there, bedsty? wheres bedsty at?
Ready, yeah? we gonna get started like this
And you know it, you know it
Everybdoy put your hands in the air
Let me see you put your hands in the air
If you came to have a party right now
Everybody let me hear you say hooooo
Say ho ho
Now all the ladies
All the ladies in the house say owwww
Say owwww
Ya dont stop
Homeboys make some noise
Let me hear you say yeaaa
Say hell ya
Say brooklyn rocks the spot
Let me hear it
Louder, say brooklyn rocks the spot
Let me hear it
And you know it, you know it
Are yall down with the beats
My dj jazzy jeff is throwing on all the def beats
I wanna let yall know this is my dj
Thats going by the code of jazzy jeff
In a little while, yall gonna check out the human lyndrum
Ready rock c, but right now, everybody out there
I want everybody out there thats ugly
All the ugly people be quiet
All the filthy, stinky, nasty people be quiet
All the homeboys that got aids be quiet
All the girls out there that dont like guys, be quiet
Hold on, wait a minute
All the girls that dont like guys be quiet
You know it
Cause see, what we like to do is we perform, right?
We like to see how much noise the people can make, right?
Are yall down with this
Lets dance
How many a yall remember that?
Yall remember that?
Yall remember that record, you know it, you know it
What my dj is going to do on the wheels of steel
Is something yall have never experienced before
The dj jazzy jeff
I want yall ta bust a move, and it goes something like this
Check him out, backward
Hey jazzy, transform
Thats dj jazzy jeff on the transformer scratch
Hey jazzy, jazzy
Wait a minute, wait a minute
They didnt make enough noise for me
Give it up for another transformer scratch
Jazzy, one more transformer
Are yall down with that, or what?
Whoooo
song performed by by Will Smith
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Get It Up
(appears on the poetic justice soundtrack)
Hey, ha ha
There it goes
Yeah
cause wes abouts to flow
There it is
For the fellas
There it is
Thats it
Thats right
There it is
For the fellas
Comin back on the sexy tip
Ya know what Im sayin
Wit no mo dresses for yall
No mo dresses
My brother (brother)
Get it up
Get it up
Tlc is back on the mic
Ya know
Ha ha
Get it up...
Get it up
Get ready for a real good time
Im gonna try to blow your mind
Cant ya see
You and me
It sounds so nasty
Get it up
Let your thang hang down
We could fool around
Dont ya know
I want you so (yeah)
Make me happy (oh)
Chorus:
Get it up
Get it up...
Get it up
Get it up
There is nothing wrong
With freakin all night long
Me and you
Were in a groove
It feels good to me
Get it up
Leave your cares behind (just leave your cares behind)
Let me try to find
Find a spot (a spot)
To get you hot (ha ha)
Let me do you
Ooohhh...
Chorus
One time huh (ha ha ha...)
Whoo...there it is
Uh...there it is
Yall know what its like
Yall know what Im talkin about too (ahh)
I know yall done did that nasty
Yo
And the left is thinkin about it
Just to think about it
Leaves your knees in tension
Hes not tension loosen up enough
Enough to clenchin
Whatevers mentioned (mention)
Not to mention what I hand you wit in question
And a question at hand (there it is)
Are you ready to make me feel the definition of a man (man)
Man, is it hot or is it me (oh-whoa-hoa-hoa)
Me I guess
cause when it comes to feelin free
Ya free villains on civility my sexuality
A formality of reality
So dont touch me in the morning and walk away (walk away)
As I commence to yawnin commence to stay (come on)
Stay up for the rest of the day (day)
Just enough for my tongue to play (play)
Play me back, back and forth (play)
Like a kiss (yo)
As I go a little somethin like this
Ohhhh...
You make me wanna sing
Ohhhh...
Get me, get me up (yeah hey yeah)
Get it up, get it up
I wanna love you baby
Ill freak you all night
(love you baby
Get it up, get it up
Ill freak you all night
Get it up, get it up
I wanna love you baby
Ill freak you all night
Love you baby
Chorus
Chorus
Wit no mo dresses for yall
No mo dresses my brother
You have to be down if you wanna be our baby baby baby
Know what Im sayin
Thats what Im talkin about
Baby baby baby, they got to be some fish out of the ocean
song performed by by TLC
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Cream
This is it
Its time for u to go to the wire
U will hit
Cuz u got the burnin desire
Its your time (time)
U got the horn so why dont u blow it
U are fine (fine)
Ure filthy cute and baby u know it
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Ure so good
Baby there aint nobody better (aint nobody better)
So u should
Never, ever go by the letter (never ever)
Ure so cool (cool)
Everything u do is success
Make the rules (rules)
Then break them all cuz u are the best
Yes u are
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Look up in the air, its your guitar
Do your dance
Why should u wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make u stronger
Its your time (its your time)
U got the horn so why dont u blow it (go on and blow it)
Ure so fine (ure so fine)
Ure filthy cute and baby u know it (u know it)
Come on
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u ever stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Boogie
song performed by by Prince
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Miami
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Miami uh uh
Southbeach bringin the heat uh
Haha can yall feel that
Can yall feel that
Jig it out uh
Here I am in the place where I come let go
Miami the base and the sunset glow
Everyday like a mardi gras everybody party all day
No work all play okay
So we sip a little something lay to rest the spill
Me an charlie at the bar runnin up a high bill
Nothin less than ill when we dress to kill
Everytime the ladies pass they be like hi will
Can yall feel me all ages and races
Real sweet faces
Every different nation spanish hatian indian jamaican
Black white cuban and asian
I only came for two days of playing
But everytime I come I always wind up stayin
This the type of town I could spend a few days in
Miami the city that keeps the roof blazin
Chorus
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
Welcome to miami
Buenvenidos a miami
Bouncin in the club where the heat is on
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
Im goin to miami
Welcome to miami
Verse 2
Yo I heard the rainstorms aint nothin to mess with
But I cant feel a drip on the strip its a trip
Ladies half dressed fully equipped
And they be screamin out will we loved your last hit
So Im thinkin ima scoot me somethin hot
In this south sea merengue melting pot
Hottest club in the city and its right on the beach
Temperature get to ya its about to reach
Five hundred degrees
In the carribean seas with the hot mommies
Screamin aii poppy
Everytime I come to town they be spottin me
In the drop bentley aint no stoppin me
So cash in your door
We flow to this fashion show
Pound for pound anywhere you go
Yo aint no city in the world like this
An if you ask how I know I gots ta feed the film
Chorus
Verse 3
Dont get me wrong shytown got it goin on
An new york is the city that we know dont sleep
An we all know that l a and philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak miami bringin heat for real
Yall dont understand
I never seen so many dominican women with cinnimon tans
Mierda this is the plan
Take a walk on the beach draw a heart in the sand
Gimmie your hand
Damn you look sexy
Lets go to my yacht in the west keys
Ride my jetskis loungin in the palm trees
Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on southbeach
Water so clear you can see to the bottom
Hundred thousand dollar cars eybody got em
Aint no surprise in the club to see sly stallone
Miami my second home
Chorus to fade
song performed by by Will Smith
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Willie & Laura Mae Jones
(tony joe white)
Willie & laura mae jones
Were our neighbours a long time back
They lived right down the road from us
In a shack just like our shack
The people worked the land together
And we learned to count on each other
When you live off the land
You dont have the time to think about another mans colour
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
Sit out on the front porch
In the evening when the sun went down
Willie would play and the kids would sing
And everybody would mess around
Daddyd bring out his guitar
And play on through the night
Every now and then ol willie would grin and say
Hey, you play all right
Made me feel so good
I remember the best times of all
When saturday came around
We all would stop by willies house and say
Do yall need anything from town?
Hed say no, but why dont yall stop on the way back through?
And Ill get laura mae, yeah, to cook up some barbecue
And you know thats good
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine, yes it was
But that was another place and another time
Oh, the years rolled past the land
And took back what theyd given
We all knew we had to move
If we were gonna make a living
So we all moved off
And went about our separate ways
It sure was hard to say goodbye
To willie and laura mae (jones), oh yeah
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine, yes it was
But that was another place and another time
I remember so well
The cotton looked so fine
But that was another place and another time
And it felt so good, yes it did
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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