Lyrics:
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
freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please
I'm the life of da party
It don't take much, for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch
the jeweler
Big shit, son slicked out like The Ruler
Don't test me, bulletproof vest me
I get crunchy, all chunky like a Nestle
Bars, lines, verbal
in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
Ayo, Tom Brown sale surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
talents are balanced my audience is silent
MC's stop biting or I'll get violent
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
I
Dj motherfukin muggs
Jou ma se poes
Fokken poes
Fokken fat fuck faded naai
Fuck, I'm so faded
So motherfuckin' faded
In the morning, I'll be
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
that's on his heart
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot,
Dogg, you are the best
Rock this beat 'cause you are so fresh
Will if you insista, I guess I'll twist her
But give me a minute while I freak ya sista
to quick heat the sheets and get you out by the (morning)
Do you look fresh, air brushed magazine?
I'm tryin' to see if you pretty in the (morning)
Girl can
go X
Let's get this rave popping, I'll be sure to phone Dex
You'll get this work with no checks
My shit is flurry cold fresh
Bust and leave you wide
Entertainment / Island Def Jam Digital Distribution
Original Release Date: June 5, 2012
Verse 1:
I'm fresh I'm Fly Now what'cha Expect
My crew get love and we
[DJ Quik]
I don't get it
I mean you niggas claim to be riders and thugged out
And super OG and all that old shit
But for real, what would you really
best of head home or get thrown to the dead zone
Son, we need to ill, interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
Yo just what we stand for? What we
home or get thrown to the dead zone
Son, we need to ill, interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
Yo just what we stand for? What we strive for?
could only watch while we shot right past the
Grammy awards 1992
Open the envelope who's it go to
DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Well thank you thank
[Fearless Four]
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike see (hey
C'yeah
Yeah (let's get it)
Uh, yeah (let's get it)
Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda
(DJ Ill Will)
Get 'em
Young Money Hospital, I am so sick
Kill
C'yeah
Yeah (let's get it)
Uh, yeah (let's get it)
Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda
(DJ Ill Will)
Get 'em
Young Money Hospital, I am so sick
Kill
[Chorus]
'Creepin' On Ah Come Up' from sunup to sundown.
Movin', we get up and get around.
(Facts don't lie!) (Uh huh, uh huh, Uh huh)
Where
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
dreamin";
I strolled back home with a grin on my grill
I figured since this is a dream I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
see me
I'll make you smile, I'll be your favourite high
I'll get you wild, I'll find out what you like
Then she asked me to walk her home and hit me
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