Lyrics:
gon ride I'm not by ya Side
Asking bout me now dey like Who Am i
I am dat southwest nigga never Changed still don't talk alot
I am product of da good
Catch the story of my life on VH1 Behind The Music
(Ladies & Gentlemen), The starting line ups at home
We got four emcees and that's five with DJ
of them it seemed more like a million
Complete pandemonium inside a condominium
Earthquake sound system shaking and rattling
Dj's turntables mc's battling
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'
Yeah (We The Best Music)
(So beautiful, beautiful, beautiful fantasy)
It's Pluto (another one)
(Life is beautiful)
Wherever, whenever
Wherever,
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
puttin' on a show
Snowboy music by the DJ let's go
Aces for the bitches with a new toy
Million dollar boy, yeah that's Snowboy
Only fat rides and only G
still be reppin' to the fullest
My life depends on music
Not how fast I dodge some bullets
You clueless niggas just getting
Blinded by the spotlight
Learn
Jamaica but me still not nice
K9 me ago do me thing
Chant pon the riddim then me start sing
Come from trinidad cocorite on the hill by the spring
Know bout
Females and males
Both headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
(D-d-daytrip took it to ten)
Hold on, uh (hey)
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch
(D-d-daytrip took it to ten)
Hold on, uh (hey)
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here I come....
My DJ
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.
You need to go
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
Well, I'ma write a letter
I'm gon' mail it to my local DJ
Yeah that's the jumpin little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I
Well, I'ma write a letter
I'm gon' mail it to my local DJ
Yeah that's the jumpin little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it
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
simple
You kept the wop in style
By bobbing your head, while your booty goes wild
Three to four fellas circling all around you
Hoping they'll get
Well, I'ma write a letter
I'm gon' mail it to my local DJ
Yeah that's the jumpin little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I
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