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[CHORUS]
Here he comes he can rockHe can break dance and he can pop He can rap he can act& if it comes down to it he can scrapHey there... here comes Big Will again Here I come ya'll here I come ya'llWatch yo' back ya'll here I come ya'llFor years I been tryin to rip rhymes & get mine Spit lines hot like lava this timeI don't got a sitcom to bother with Or a time conflict with my sci-fi hits I'm contemplating each statement's wit & I'm concentrating on making hits & I'm fittin' em line by line Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme I'm dreamin' about ya'll gleamin doubt"He's back from actin he's screaming outhow he practiced rap & now he's devout every album track packs what he's about In the past he passed with passion old fashioned"Boldly mashing totally crashingWords up in a disorderly fashion But back to the lab & guess what happened KABOOM!(ooh wee!) "Dude's resilient!" Fresh Prince was hot ![]() the movies killed him wait hold up stop! You can rebuild himlock him back in hip hop while Dude's not filming shock by the film & the TV money went from scenes with Uncle Philto scenes with Sonny so hard to break free from a guaranteed 20but its done so come see the MC honey![CHORUS] [Bridge:] Everytime he touch the mic he closes his eyes and he hope to shineThen like a streak of light they'd show his name they'd be like Aaahhh!... hey there here comes Big Will again.....here comes Big Will again .....here comes Big Will again!!! |
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It's all night
And it's all right Til the sunlight This is how da beat goes on Big Will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on Poppin Rockin n Stompin This is how da beat goes on Big Will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on It's the bizzi wizza Jizzi wizzil Bizon wizzay Wizzat fizzil Back again but with a couple of friends Thought my reign would end well now I'm rubbin it in I'm back yes yes yallin Back again ballin Out for a couple of years thought I had fallen You seen me with denzel and russ crowe But yo the movies just a chick on the side I'm in love with the flow Time off to be an oscar nominee now Back to the M-I-C to emcee now Rockin the ol heads blazing the youth Only rapper had the president raising the roof Check the tape checkmate Its one mission Make your move Don't fight submission To dawn to dusk We on a truss Just don't miss the bus To jam on with us Come on Its all night And it's all right Til the sunlight This is how da beat goes on Big Will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on Poppin Rockin n Stompin This is how da beat goes on Big Will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on This is How the Beat goes on and on and on and Me and Tra-Knox keep keepin it on an Jokers ain't stop until the mornin So Every everybody come feel this This union this spirit Created from the soul oh yeah It's big will (who else) And Tra-Knox keepin it real Tearing up the club We got what you want So you cannot front Everybody get on the floor Yo we aint stoppin til the mornin Me and Tra Knox keep keepin it on an (keep keep on) If it's all nite and it's alright in the sunlight This is how da beat goes on Big Will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on Poppin Rockin n Stompin This is how da beat goes on Big will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on A hip hop superhero A ? Cape or a suit Hit the studio Every year or so And escape with the loot On my down time straight to the links I could pack a dance floor a movie theatre or truck from ? On Christmas - mom and wife douse em with ice Aol - search will smith thousands of sites And at the club - hands clappin toes tappin Sucka im the greatest thing ever happen to rapping (in ali voice) Best shape of my life destined to show ya No scrapes or fender benders lead the game total Free don't move hip hop mogul Philly aint happy I I be the guy to go The guy to go You know the go to go The mega man that got the whole crew like Damn will done did it again He done stepped up to the plate and he done hit it again Yo get them hands up Throw your hands up Wave em like you don't care You like the sound Then let me hear you say If it's all nite and it's alright in the sunlight This is how da beat goes on Big Will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on Poppin Rockin n Stompin This is how da beat goes on Big Will Tra- Knox So hot This is how da beat goes on |
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Yo get off me
Get off me Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh I can't stop Da da da da da da da I can't stop Da da da da da da da I can't stop Da da da da da da da Yo get your hands off me Stop tryin' to hold me down Let me just move around Girl somethin' done happened to me Swear to God somethin' done snapped in me I need the whole floor for us I'm about to bust mommy and it's glorious I can't seem to stop my feet You hear my heart beat Digga digga digga digga digga digga digga Oh lord I'm about to pass out But when the night is over I'm a be the last out Sweat pourin' in my eyes vision blurry Even though my eyes is closed a see visions of her Un besito mama en mi boca Estoy bien livin' la vida loca Heart jumpin' and pumpin' it's about to pop But don't tell me nothin' back up I can't stop Da da da da da da da I can't stop Da da da da da da da I can't stop Da da da da da da da The way you press against me You messin' with me The way that dress is fittin' has got to be forbidden No reason for sercurity I'm feeling secure You guardin' my body baby come on and give me some more If all these people wasn't in here flocking around I'd have you in the middle of the floor baby knockin' you down They'd be talkin' about me when they walk in the house Like hammers click click click gizza gizza gizza A damn shame how you do the damn thing Girl you off the damn chain But you're about to be tamed Look at ya Laughin' and grinnin' and dancin' and spinninIt wasn't my intention but you got be bridging my linen come on Call the doctor get me a respirator Look into my eyes mom the pressure is rapidly rising Arm around my neck and leg all around my theigh I feel like X you be gettin' me next and you be gettin' me high Dancin' honey that's how I like to play I'll be Patrick Swayze you be Jennifer Grey High heel stelleto ¤¤¤y straight out the ghetto She fire It's like I'm dancin' with the devil's tail Un besito mama en mi boca Estoy bien livin' la vida loca Heart jumpin' and pumpin' it's about to pop But don't tell me nothin' back up I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop Uh uh make it hot momma Yeah yeah it's like that Let me see you work Uh uh yeah yeah it's like that baby Yo yo let me see you work let me see you work Yo it's like a dream or a TV show a cinema scene Brotha only dancin' lombada people treatin' me mean Why they be flippin' and trippin' and chasin' me down? Rippin' on me racin' around disgracin' the sound Got me on the run Runnin' for havin' fun The way they come and attackin' they act like I had a gun Cops give me room Stop tryin' to give me doom They got me like mararararararara mmmmmrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm I don't care who it is I ain't stoppin' for helecopters I ain't no fugitive Bonny and Clide alive it's me and my shorty Get in front of me I don't wanna hurt nobody Un besito mama en mi boca Estoy bien livin' la vida loca Heart pumpin' and jumpin' it's about to pop Suckers don't you come no closer back up I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop (baby don't hold me back) (don't stop don't stop) Da da da da da da da I can't stop |
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Yo
ain't no better man for this hype trackJust the veteran taking the mic back David Letterman even said he like that track man Even though he ain't a rap fan Black radio they won't play thoughEver since "Summertime" they ain't liked none of mine Even though the fans went out & bought enough I guess they think Will ain't hard enough Maybe I should just have a shoot out Run up in the bank bustin' grabbin' all the loot outWhoop somebody ass taking my boot outRight on TV so ya'll can see me Just ignorant attacking actin' roughI mean then will I be black enoughOh wait maybe I'll jack a truck ¤¤¤¤ of cigarettes guns & drugs & stuffGet back I wish I would of made that Lean back I wish I would of made that I wish I woulda told the girls to 'drop it like it hotSummer Summer SummertimeSeem like all I got I always envied how ya'll rock wit Dre & the Chronic The way that Tupac Biggie 50 and Jigga got itA lot like L.L. Chuck D Slick & DougieI think ya'll love me but ya'll place other rappers above meI don't know if you feel my flow Be at my show & you'll see where I should go On the charts of rhyme arts & thoughts in rap form Damnit I expanded the platformDamnit this Cat's on a rap songYeah it ain't no braids or plats onAin't on stage wit no gats on You know I'm afraid getting' my act onIt might have stunted my growth But I wanted them both I hope that it would be less tougher You do two things & then they both gonna suffer I chose to act & it broke my heart not to rap Prodigal son clever better than ever backI got my swagga back I got that swagga back I got that swagga backI got I got that swagga back I got that swagga backYo do you see that lil' bop in my stepDo you see the little drop to the left huh yo...Baseball cap Timbs when I walkDo you see that lil' grin when I talk huh yoDo you see me sorta glide when I slide See lean to the side in my ride huh yo...Do you see it's no ice on my wrist Fish still bite just like this... right rightDo you know what it mean when you see a dude's chick on TV gleamin' huh?Know what it mean to be on the scene & in the audience "Ali" beamin' yo!I must have a 'S' on my chest I recovered from the Wild Wild West yes!Yo I been up the creek without a paddleNow I'm back on the saddle ![]() I got my swagga back I got my swagga back I got that swagga back I got that swagga backI got my swagga back I got that swagga back I got that swagga backI got my swagga back I got that swagga back I got that swagga backI got my swagga back All you see that you see when you seeing me you ain't seeing all to be seenCause there's more for you to see than when you see me on the scene in my Media machine I mean madness sickness sadness swaggerless back in the dayFat ugly chicks in New York on the radio saying I'm gayI had a bonafide downside frown with the swagga not around in my life Bank account found minimal amounts when countin' cause of my now ex-wife I had the boar-thick wall & all that endure pitfalls & all that fallincallin' for helpWith no call back where was ya'll at gimme the ball backI got my swagga back |
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[INTRO:]
Yo! If you can't dance it's cool to get up nowUsually ya'll stand off on the side![]() You know you're a little embarrassed or whatever But this one of those joints for everybody ![]() So get on up but keep it simple [CHORUS] If you can't dance then this is your jam baby left to right all nightSlide that's all you gotta do... You can't dance then this is your jam babyLeft to right all night slide that's all you gotta doNow we all know the boy at the club all liquored up![]() Boy with the bub tryin' to pick 'em up wack dancing![]() 'Wooking pa nub' shirt too bright pants too tightBoy settle down Now I ain't just messing with you I got better things to do I'm trying to help I got a lesson for youI know you do the best you could do Wanna get next to Boo then the less you do the betterCause women equate dance with ¤¤¤ They gon' see you & be like 'Next'!But you gon' be like 'hold up Ma' ('Next!')But she gon' be like uh huh ('Next!')Now looka-here rule #1 know ya name![]() if it ain't Usher Justin or Hammer then we can touch yaRule #2 never do a dance you can't do why stupid![]() Cause you can't do it [CHORUS] So I'm up in my spot in Miami the other night right& this Dude's out on the floor OD-ing just way 'over-dancingSo his Mommy wanna holla at meShe thought my name was Billy I told her it was WillieShe said she watch my TV show & I was very silly Told her I was from Philly she looked at me said 'Really?& judging from her t-shirt I could tell that she was chillySo I gave her my sweater she said her name was EttaShe said she come from Cuba and she just had bought a Jetta She said she was glad I met her let's go somewhere togetherShe said she'd ride in my car cause she knew my car was better The conversation cookin' attention getting' tookinMy Spidey senses tinglin' I felt somebody lookinNow who this brotha lookin' & now he runnin' bookinI'm mad I'm like a fisherman I almost had my hook inI figured I should get up & quickly clear my head up ![]() Cause Etta got a man & I'm feelin' kinda set-up Now Dude was really fed up & yo he wouldn't let upHomey if I hit you you might never ever get upNow he was not a dancer plus he wasn't handsomeComin' like Mel Gibson like I had his girl for ransomYo Pedro wanna go out side yo amigo tranquillo... slide[CHORUS] Now rule #3 is easy please remember that you ain't on "Beat Street"Sweet feet you ain't tryin' to win no TV another dude did a moveNo need to out do it Rule #4 out on the floor don't be doing moves that don't nobody do no moreDraw too much attention to be adventurous out on the floor There's a reason that don't nobody do 'em no more you feel me?This may be hilarious but Rule #5 is serious it's a shame that we haveto discuss That there's no lip biting or pelvic thrusts I mean you think that move will put the sting on her ![]() you too close tryin' to put a ring on her?You don't know that girl don't cling on her & don't put your thing onher...cool?! [CHORUS] |
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The maestro
Nice flow Hot like nitro Cool as ice though That type of docodimy Y'all know it's gotta be Who else could it be but me Rub your eyes but hold the big Billy It's dream supreme bean straight from Philly It's the eclectic female attractor rapper slash actor Right back at ya And to the next millinium many come but few are chosen See me servin' like the U.S. Open Another type of hustler listed at Blockbuster Go and ask a movie usher Who is he he or sheSfp movies cd's and tv's but uh uhCause the day I take a break from that As I rule where a tank of gas take me at I used to rock these Red I rock z'sNow I rock the MB's With twelves and V's Today sun up high In the sky From ny La la me to MI Just CruisinWhere baby I don't careJust CruisinAs long as you take me there Just CruisinSomewhere to clear my mind Just CruisinJust CruisinEasy wrote a sixty Flossin' ninety degrees Sony cartridges ten CD's eachReach to the beach South side leaninIt ain't often I'm off and I'm for the top down Drop down Got me hot now heated up can't stop now What up cutie what sure sure is cooking now Yo I know I'm spoken for can't hurt lookin' no Pop CD's b-i-g's and Tupac'sWhile cruisin' on the blocks Hittin' the hot spots Got my celly on o-f-f Golden arches got my belly goin' oh yes yes So let's just ease on down ease on down the road No pager roll my hip As I rollin' my whip Cause today I'm on the solo creek Man why you think I be workin' all weekI'm Sun settin' in the s-k-y Must say I've had the best day I Tryin' to find an exit A place to chill not to hectic So I can spend some time with Will Let the sun shine to the moonlight clearin' my mind Soul search see what I findIf I'm being the best lover and friend Am I being the best daddy I can I pray I am And I feel good today Reminiece as I'm cruisin' around the way Roll tight passed the park where I used to play Can't think of a better way to spend my day Uh still findin' my wayStill growinPetrol rowinMove soon showinGots to get goin' losing the light And the freaks come out at night |
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Loretta
wrote a love letter to a stranger thought that he would change her lifeThought she would be his wife OH Loretta Never ever meant him no danger her love for his sustained herThought that he would change her life Miss Loretta a young girl I never really met her![]() A fun girl a real go-getter I heard a gold JettaA ¤¤¤¤ with books & herb or so I'm told hooked on my every wordOh so bold a love letter cleverly worded in a jacket pocketWrapped inside a platinum locket In the shape of a heart with pictures of me Had it inscribed "no us no him then no meShe fell in love with the Prince of Bel-Air Fantasy was to see me & to be with me there So she wrote a love letter to me & then she signed it Loretta Said "I gotta go get him Will is my Soulmate"We gotta be together how could we not be together But wait if I send the letter I mean how will I be sure if they give it to him What if they don't give it to him that would ruin everythingI gotta take it to him myself She packed all that she owned into the back of her Jetta ![]() Her backpack her cellphone & a love letterMost of her stuff was done up with pictures of me on it with a phrase "It's gonna be" on it Her mother begging her please come home & then Loretta resenting her Leave me alone Ma! I won't leave my destiny unfulfilled You're just jealous be cause Daddy ain't as sweet as my Will" ![]() To the front gate at NBC in June & July backstage at MTV![]() She would drive anyplace that they'd mention I'd be Told herself "strive for love & God eventuallyHe would give me to her & her to me this was meant to be14 months outside every event that I'd be at she'd still keep missing meNow she's getting high with more frequency now Rage rumbling inside got to be with me now Then she heard I married Jada she took her love letter out & wrote down![]() PS - I hate her." Kodak Center where the Oscars is at she's sleep getting woke up by the cops in the backBy a dumpster didn't even greet 'em with fear grinning ear to ear said "my husband meeting me here"You know him he's nominated for his flick 'Ali' & it'll be hell to pay if you pick on me!"Don't put that stick on me!" "Hell no I'm not leaving get your handsOff me. Don't make those things click on me" Kicking & screaming "You intervening this is fate. Mister. What you mean that I ain't?"What you mean it seems like I ain't" Ooh your like my Mom & our love is gonna survive ya'll hate. God gon' take me to my destiny."Ya'll only seeing one side of me Will gon' see the rest of me he gon' see the best of me."If I could only get him next to me he gon' bring my blessings to me I know it." |
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[INTRO]
Original - A first form from which varieties arise An authentic work of art as opposed to an imitation or reproduction [CHORUS] Why should I try to sound like ya'll sound That's what's wrong with the rap game right now Man it's like a circus wit a bunch of clownsWit a bunch of clicks I'll probably rap circles around [VERSE 1] I spit heatrock and I ain't talking rollin Soon as the beat knock I'm crowd controlling When I hear ya'll that a awful sound I don't ride beats I take them off the ground Land them somewhere show them the town Even on foreign ground I let them know I'm around I don't follow everybody when it's time to rap At one time everybody thought the world was flat Sounds like you that was my intention I paid dues now dudes pay attention I live for it even though the flicks is hittinCribs sick you can see the booth from the kitchen Speak on it cause I saw it happen This is hip hop dawg I ain't just rappin Ya'll looking at a real MC Man you couldn't check a mic for me [CHORUS] Why should I try to sound like ya'll sound That's what's wrong wit the rap game right now Why should I try to flow the way ya'll flow Or do a show like ya'll show Naw that ain't where my head at now Ya'll in the hip hop lost and found Man that's wrong with the rap game right nowIt's like a circus wit a bunch of clowns Wit a bunch of clicks I'll probably rap circles around [VERSE 2] Let's talk about rhyme capability Let's talk about hip hop versatility Let's talk about taking the game beyond Now how the hell we gon have a battle of wits Trick you ain't armed Let's talk about love for the game I mean real love Back before there was fame I'm real wit it I ain't claiming to reign But when ya'll talk about rap Ya'll gon start saying my name For real though I ain't playin Plenty of ya'll love a brotha just scared to say it Yo the first ever rap grammy Let's talk about the only reason yo ass went to Miami (Yup) truck wit rims (check) throw back jersey (check) champagne bottles (check) lot's of models (check) Damn that's the list for 90 percent of ya'll videos and songs Am I wrong [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] LOST When you a slave to the biz Wit no care for the cost of what you sayin to kids FOUND Is when ya lyrics are a test of time And your mom hear that your spirit is blessed divine LOST Is when you rhyme til your throat gets sore But you don't even believe what you say no more FOUND Is when you bleed heart into the mic And the pain you sustain it can change a life LOST Is when you hide behind the freedom of speech While sure you're free to do it But what it mean to do it Did you mean to do it Did you need to do it Did you take time to think about the seeds you ruined FOUND Is ESCO dead PREZ and themFOUND Is Lauren Hill FOUND Is Rakim FOUND Can be you If you felt the message and ask yourself this questioin [CHORUS OUT] |
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Ooooooooo- gotta know ya
Baby baby baby baby baby babyAll right fellas- let's do it Yo ma we got this thing right? (Thing right)It's like makin' me think like (Think like)It's like fillin' my heart up Not makin' me hazy justFillin' my mind up with all of these maybes I'm trying to figure exactly the thing It's like got me wreckin' my brainIt's like tryin' to put words to a smile (Smile smile)But like trying to figure out forget it- lookIt's really kinda hard to explain How ya smile been burnt in my brain (Oh ya) And how ya purfume sing a ¤¤¤y song to my nose And how ya finger tips gentle like the petales of roses Maybe it's the way you comb your hair (Comb your hair) Or maybe it's them stylish cloths you wear (Style you wear) Or maybe it's them little things you do Or maybe it's just you (Maybe just you) Maybe it's your attitude (Attitude) Maybe it's your point of veiw (Point of veiw) Mabye it's the time we spend together (Together) Mabye we could do this thing forever Mabye it's your soldier ways (Soldier ways) Mabye it's golden gaze (Golden gaze) Maybe it's the way we blend together (Together) Maybe we should do this thing forever Remember we met with shakin' T-shirt that first night? That was the worst night right?Well I mean we had fun and all ya that's trueBut you had somebody else and I did too So it felt like karma and fate had formed a team To keep me from the girl of my dreams But in the end I made friends with hope and destinyAnd then well the rest is historyBut yo it wasn't easy though trustI mean tryin' to turn you and me into usYou my hommie my lover my best friendThe White House to the ghetto You blend right in and I dig that I could never imagine this passion I feel I mean couldn't imagine it could last what I feelBut if somebody do something to you? Shoooot girl I might just.....[Tra-Knox] I must tell you how I love you Mabye your my soul-mate Maybe my best friend You made me and molded me A better man yes I can believe in loveOoo ya ya ya mabye mabye mabyeNo no no no |
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