Lyrics:
the deep cuts
The white label turntables straight clean up
The foul smell of lyrics spat out the mouth
Take a chance, place your bet, we sanatizin' your mess
what y'all
Say what!
To the D.J's scratch, you've met your match
'Cause were coming out fresh with a brand new batch
So taking you off into the galaxy
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
what y'all
Say what!
To the D.J's scratch, you've met your match
'Cause were coming out fresh with a brand new batch
So taking you off into the galaxy
Viola
Married to cndrew
c master trainer
Son-in-law
cnd the place
Born as “Van Buskirk's”
Grew up into
“Camp DeGraw”
cndy Junior
Daughter cnn
cnd their
'Cause we up in the spot as the lights grow dimmer
Street anthem sound from your local DJ mix master
Play that shizzle on your speakers don't delay
on yo corner and sniff on yo line (NIQQA)
[DJ Paul - Talking]
You better hurry the fuck up if your going to do what I did nigga
Plaqs all over
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
Not a lot, just a lil'
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
up, you should see the queue yeye
This is the part, DJ Jimmy Jatt should hit the cue hold on
Life is a journey, I don chop my transport
Na only Benin
to the ground
I'm coming up Just listen to the stereo
We're gonna turn this place around
Yea, that's my broad Everyday on the streets we crawl
on the next
demeanor can't be shattered, I'm followed by the man
I follow through a fully-executed blueprint plan
I grab a crate for my DJ and work wit a can
I rock
DEF rhymes by the ounce
And if you ain't with it it's the thought that counts
Cause they call me Doug E. Fresh
Cause known I'm DEF
DEF rhymes by the ounce
And if you ain't with it it's the thought that counts
Cause they call me Doug E. Fresh
Cause known I'm DEF
you and the only way out is if you a baller, Dj or a King pin
The pastor help me get a one job wha day
Me work the month, me get the pay, by weekend
Ey
It's Friday night out club be jam packed
Me and my boys fresh now where the girls at
Drinks on ice looks of the chain
All the girls I'm passing by
the money hid
Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro
Counting
to the ground.
I'm coming up. Just listen to the stereo.
We're gonna turn this place around.
Yea, that’s my broad! Everyday on the streets we crawl,
On the next
way up
By the heavens gates
It sounds like Scott la rock
Must be putting out a tape
Oh there go kadafi and pac he right behind him
They slid up in
(I can't believe you just did that)
Ayy, ayy, glahh, glahh
(DJ Fresh, what up fool?)
Thirty clip, fifty clip, a hunnid clip
Quad city and nigga
wasn’t even 10 yet
Hadn’t even picked up a pen yet
Already had a mean 6 step
Before the move had a name
I was down by law paid dues in the game
I knew
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
a pretty girl by herself and lost in the function
Don't know if it'll work or I'm buggin at least it's something
So I started walking, DJ was playing Marvin
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