Dj Jazzy Jeff And The Fresh Prince

Dj Jazzy Jeff And The Fresh Prince - My Buddy lyrics

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I'd like to know  are you really for some super dynamite soul?
 Introducing the world's greatest entertainer
 The amazing Mr. Beat Beat himself
 The hardest working beatbox in showbusiness
 Ready Rock!

 [RR] Ready  Ready Rock  Ready Rock C
 [FP] Tell em your name  tell em your name
 [RR] Ready Rock  Ready Rock  Ready Rock  Ready Rock C
 [FP] Ooh that was nice Ready
 [RR] Ready Rock, rrrrrrrrrrrrr
 Ready Rock
 [FP] Hey man, hold up man
 I think I wanna tell em a little about this man
 Aight break it down Ready, break it down

 [Fresh Prince]
 Please pay attention, to my rhymes
 so I can tell you all about this pal of mine
 He's my buddy, my best friend
 When it's a beat I need it's a beat he'll land
 I wanna take time-out, to talk about him
 Cause frankly I don't know what I would do without him
 We work together like a medical crew
 When I'm backin Ready up {I'm backin Prince up too}
 Tryin to beat us, that doesn't make any sense
 He's Ready Rock C, and I'm the Fresh Prince
 In the rap industry we're ranked at first
 Ain't a better combination in the whole UNIVERSE
 So if you wanna battle your future looks muddy
 That you just can't beat, my buddy

 Word, break it down break it down Ready

 We've won so many battles, people think it's a trick
 that when the crowd gets to judge it's US that they'll pick
 They see Ready's face and then they hear my voice
 To choose us as the winners is the natural choice
 Because battle after battle we remain on top
 Cause it's not the way we look, it's the way that we rock
 So if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhyme
 Just keep it and I'm sure that I can change your mind
 There was ten wack dudes tryin to play high post
 One crew got bold and they began to boast
 but said, "Y'all SHUT UP and get back in line"
 But they refused {what happened now?} So now there's nine
 Nine wack crews tryin to rock like this
 They were bitin my rhymes and just couldn't resisit
 I said please stop bitin, please don't imitate
 But they kept on bitin, so there's now there's eight
 Eight wack crews poppin big time trash
 Tellin us that in a battle we can't last
 The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven
 was no longer eight crews (how many was they?) There was seven
 Seven wack cruise in a football huddle
 Tryin to figure out their next rebuttle
 They came out strength, you think ?? The Ultimate
 but we just dissed em and dismissed, so now there's six
 Six wack groups, tryin to be tough
 Who the hell told em they could rock the mic like us"
 We got ? down the business didn't pop no jive
 We just {Whoosh} blew em out, so now there's five
 Five wack crews lined up in the hallway
 All perpetratin like they're read to play
 My secretary walked out, she asked for one more
 They got scared, and left, so now there's four
 Four wack crews outside playin around
 I said I'll take you wall on, now how does that sound?
 Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic
 I said, "OK, I'll let you go, PSYCH!"
 That's the moral, of this story
 Never try to take me and Ready Rock's glory
 Cause if you do, your future looks muddy
 Cause you just can't beat, me and my buddy

 Hahah, word, uhh
 Yeah, ay Ready Rock, hold up hold up hold up
 Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
 What man what?
 C'mon man, man, I wonder, can, can I just interrupt the record for a second
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