nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast [Prince
Leave your sister & your underwear at home Ain't gonna stop until everybody gone Mmmm Front row center With the out-stretched hands More chill around your wrist Than the ice-cream
sesame seeds I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds And I be all ova dis beat like a dog with fleas Yes it's I-uh, chucky I am fly-uh Call me the fresh prince
large Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game and now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours Love is a message from my family Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan
that won't see their mother Too many grandmas that won't see their grandkids They are in the rubble in Port au Prince Earthquake, down there in Haiti
On all streets all peeps naughty by nature Whether you biggie or small you can know the living Savior now Let me take you back to the old school And tell you about the fresh prince
so happy Now Lenny's got trousers And bobby's got the wig There's a lot of friendly people I'm not so sure about this Now little prince has got the cream
can We were dirt poor Houston kids Our whole family living on the skids But we always had a nickel for the coming of the ice cream man Mosquito truck
all to 'The Price of Fame' And everybody know the name It's Bow Wow, I'm also known as the prince of the rap game The prince of the rap game The prince
-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince
Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Andreas GA¶tesson It's the birthday of the Emperor The cream of the realm is here, kings and queens with sons and daughters
Woo hoo No baby, I'll do you 'cause You, you, you, you do anything Gimme white boys skinny Gimme big black men Gimme ice cream on my birthday Oh, gimme
like me the prince of collipark but I feel like a king some bit** call me solomon crop for the cream (Chorus:)
that you don't need Acupulco gold is *inhales* *deep voice* bad ass weed Intro: genius, rakeem Yo this is the gka-gka-genius And I got the brotha prince
fell on, using the steel to do crimes Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet Speedin' like car racin', cream
ride I may let Last night at 5AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet Hoes all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I can see why
talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller See Preme was a business man and Prince
And toward a crumb static ain't my sport Swing to this, Serch swings to that Much as you noticed, they always wear hats Boots and loops produced by Prince