Traduction: DJ Kool. Fresh.
up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay
like cast metal? O, huh, C now like Omar Credle We pone pedal at a high resolution On the Wake-Up Show wit Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution [Kool G Rap]
gave me a truck when I turned sixteen I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!" Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince And
's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller As one def rapper, I know I can hang I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and
was part of the Beatles But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul McCartney and "Ebony or Ivory" into my Jacuzzi Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red
dick in my hand Fat sweet in my mouth,a 24 ounce can Got no time for all that yesterday, he say, she say Pull out da beat tape Give it to da DJ My eyes
(Yeah boy) Gilla House in the buildin' nigga (DJ Kool, eh-he You already (Rrrah, rrrah) Aow (Ten seconds) They said I don't belong up in here and shit
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
no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not thriller I'm one def rapper, I know I can hang I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and
surfin' through your bones Guarantee to give your groove more bounce to the ounce Now could it be the bass that we got you all amazed Or is it just fresh
was from New York And that's real shit, blazed the Philly It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith 'Cause who didn?t wanna be the Fresh Prince? Flat top, gold chain and some fresh
New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh
park We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark We used to wear cross colors now we love Guess "6 minutes your on" like Dougie E. Fresh
Artist: dj jazzy jeff f/ eminem and parl yams (scratched) (3x): "no...you hear me! you go to hell" -> mr. garrison [eminem] Yo At birth
and broke all the rules I remember when my girl bought me tribe called quest We broke up later but I kept the cassette Kool moe dee, doug e. fresh, big
survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL) We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin [Kool G. Rap] Friend, forgive
