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DJ Jazzy Jeff And The Fresh Prince Miscellaneous From da south Right here, right. (Yep) When I was a young boy growing in Philly, I Was sort of easy going, I Was really a silly I I used to mess around I was kind of the class clown I hate to see you frown I hate to see people down ‘Cause I like it when fun flows like a faucet (uh) But sometimes, some guys mistake it for softness But I ain’t no silly sappy singin softy When push comes to shove, ya better back up off me ‘Cause I am 6’2 and I ain’t no little guy 200 pounds and homie I can make the heads fly My father told me never hit nobody first But if they hit you son (Yeah), take them to a hearse So throughout my life those are the rules that I’ve lived by A sucker put his hands on me homie I’ll give a guy A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab Get ‘em a steaks slab And put ‘em in a cab (Uh) Now I ain’t the type of brother to go out and pick a fight But man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff like Michael Jackson said, "this sorta thing silly man…" A lover not a fighter, better stay out a Philly man. Put up your dukes, so you better start boogen A sick upper punch when you lunchin’ and ain’t lookin’ An mx uppercut, aim for the mouth Not from the north, or the east, or the west, it’s comin’ From da south And I’m throwing it hard From da south Right up under your guard From da south An uppercut with all I got (Watch them drop!) Put up you dukes; it’s time to get loose troop 101, with me and you, and me and you’re whole crew You heard about the uppercut is that’s what’s wrong fellas You’re all chickens and for doers getting jealous Fail one bang ‘em Rumble and all buggin’ All different names but all the same buggin’ Maybe you can take me out, yeah maybe not ‘Cause fly into the uppercut (Here they come) and hear you’re body shout Boom shakala laka Boom shaka laka Boom! Look out It’s coming at you like a Kodak zoom No, my name ain’t Roberta, don’t be giving me flak And if you step off track, Jack, You’re taking a turn, nap A muscle bound sucker, mean jack to Will When I walk on by better be glad I chill But if y’all forfeit and I feel friction The landlord is givin’ ya teeth dental piction X’s over eyes and birds around ya heads, flyin’ Limp all back Look like I hit you with a bat Eyes so black (diggy, diggy) Look like ya must a got em painted Damn! That uppercut’s a mother ain’t it Step in the ring With the king And you take a chance ‘Cause 20 seconds later y’all be out in a ambulance Lookin pathetic As you wrestle paramedic What’s up? Felt like a truck But it was only an uppercut Jus last week some fool got careless (Yeah) So I got triflin’ Went right for the bare fist After the punch the young man didn’t want a fight I missed his face But I busted the stoplight So put up you’re dukes, so you better start bookin’ A sick upperpunch When you munchin’ And ain’t lookin’ An mx uppercut aim for your mouth Not from the north, or the east, or the west, it’s comin’ From da south And I’m throwin' it hard From da south Right up under you’re guard From da south And uppercut with all I got (Watch them drop!) Yeah Word (There you go) Come, come come on…. |
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