Big Willie Style lyrics

[Will Smith]
Intro, the maestro, nice flow
Hot like nitro.. cool as ice though
That type of dichotomy, y'all know it's gotta be
Who else could it be BUT me?
Rub your eyes, behold the Big Williest
dream supreme beam straight from Philly it's the
eclectic female attractor
Rapper slash actor, right back at ya
And to the next millenium many come but few are chosen
See me servin like the U.S. Open

Good evening Ladies and Gentleman I'm Niah Pitson I'm standing in front of the historic Manns chinese theatre where thousands literally thousands of fans, journalists and well wishers have

I am keith b real story breaker keeping it real here I'm in some chinese mans theatre and this brother is keeping it real damn ridiculous this is belemptious we
go people up here posing as slaves and ice and everything this is ridiculous wait a minute is that jada pinkett excuse me jada over here hi
Hey I'm keith b real keeping it real as usual I got some questions I need to ask you girl
Sure

Yeah this is Keith B Rizzeal
Looks like this brother Will Smith is just avoiding me
But I will not be ignored you understand
Excuse me Will Will one more question my brother
Now I see you brought your DJ Jazzy Jeff with you

Excuse me I know him I know him excuse me Will
Charlie get this boy up out of here
I know I know I know hold up just give me one second man
Keith what man
When I look back at this I realise
I came at you sideways and I apologise
You damn right you came at me sideways
Right right
I'm having a party man my album release
Nice party listen I like the ice the slaves

Verse 1: Will Smith

Observe the high roller
Mic controller
Number one hip-hop son
call me solar
Why? cause I shine
Praise the Big Willie I'm
Raised in Philly I
daze and thrillin' ya
Don't be silly, ya can't see me
Again I'm killin ya on MTV
Just get with it my friend(Damn another award)
Dat kid done did it again(Oh my Lord)
Da fantastic
Boombastic

Bring it.
Whoo!
Unh, unh, unh, unh
Hoo cah cah
Hah hah, hah hah
[mimicking bass line] Bicka bicka bow bow bow,
bicka bow bow bump bump
What, what, what, what
Hah hah hah hah
Unh,
on your mark ready set let's go
dance floor pro I know you know
I go psycho when my new joint hit
just can't sit
gotta get jiggy wit it
ooh that's it
now honey honey come ride
DKNY all up in my eye

Verse 1: Will Smith

Excuse me Miss, can we chat for a second
I'd ask how you doin', but you fine I reckon
Wait, do you have a man, cause I aint' into home-wreckin
No?. .Aiight cool just checkin
Look, from a hundred yards you caught my eye
An all my boys said I didn't have the heart to say hi
I'd like to have your number you don't have ta give it now

Verse 1: Will Smith

Early mornin' wake up
Gently with the Caress on your hand
And that Kimono that I bought you on my trip to Japan
Sunshine peekin through the venitian blinds
Four years, and like wine, you got finer with time
I got a question, if the prodda dressin and the Gucci
All got goes, and the freeze on the Lucci
I mean real bad girl, I'm talking rougher than rough

yo
when I released my first single back in like '86
people was like oh you know that's popcorn and you know they weak
you know then I mess around I go world trade on them
bangin' out them multi-plastic still got negativity to bring
my thing is you can't say nothing nice don't say nothing

take your place allow me to flex a taste
as my accomplishments bring up my comp like mase

Verse 1: Will Smith

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Miami, uh, uh
Southbeach, bringin the heat, uh
Haha, can y'all feel that
Can y'all feel that
Jig it out, uh

Here I am in the place where I come let go
Miami the base and the sunset glow
Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day
No work all play, okay
So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill

Intro: Sonny Cheba

yes
at the start of the new jiggyness
with the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
Willie
gon' give it to ya
know what I mean
lot of macoronis here
check it out for all the
tenderonis
ah ha ha
like chatchy and joni

Verse 1: Will Smith

lights camera action
the hip-hop attraction
Fresh Priggy
John Bliggy
player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years

I thought you was the one hon yeah
when I met you at the freaknin'
whoever thought you'd be the type to greet and keep secrets
my friends said don't sleep but I did so now I'm reapin'
desease that I sold I can't beleive you so deceivin'
sneakin' out on the weekends with Michelle
one of your freak friends from the east end she bad as hell
half black and Indonesian the one that tought you treason

Verse 1: Will Smith

It's all good, pop the bubbly, life is lovely
All sun no rain
No strain, can't complain
Pass Hell pain, but no Coumbaya
Now I Boomshaka-laka-laka Boo-ah-ah
I got the good life, no strife, real nice
An I'm a papa my son Trey haha
An when I'm on tour, he be mad I'm gone
But then he smile an come runnin screamin daddy's home
Then he hold me, slightly tightly

Verse 1: Will Smith

(Now dad this is a very sensitive subject)
From the first time the doctor placed you in my arms
I knew I'd meet death before I'd let you meet harm
Although questions arose in my mind, would I be man enough?
Against wrong, choose right and be standin up
From the hospital that first night
Took a hour just ta get the carseat in right
People drivin all fast, got me kinda upset

(this one goes out to all the big willies)

Verse 1: Will Smith

big Will the high roller
strolling through with an entoruage
hard to camaflouge when you livin' this large
I be smooth like debarge with a five car garage
out for the night with my squad and we be flossin' down the fifteen
my whole auroa gleamin'
who that kid in the green v
envy brother schemin'
I ain't thinkin' bout them

Artist: Will Smith (formerly Fresh Prince)
Album: Big Willie Style *
Song: Men in Black

* originally appeared on the soundtrack Men in Black

Uh...
Here come the Men in Black
It's the M.I.B.'s, uhh, here come the M.I.B.'s
Here come the Men in Black
They won't let you remember
Nah nah nah

The good guys dress in black remember that
Just in case we ever face to face and make contact