Willennium lyrics

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' touch Jeff
Word word
Ay Jeff do me a favor man, Jazz it up
Now bring it all back
Yo man now break it down and let me go for mine

When I first started out, Jeff used to come to my house

This here's a record I wrote about friendship
The kind that X and Ja 'Lil was talking bout
When they wrote
Friends, how many of us have them?
I'm talkin 'bout, friends
Ones we can depend on

[Will Smith]
I'm talking 'bout a friends til the end if I lose or I win
If my ???? (wus up) you still my friend (hell yeah)
Down for whatever (uh huh) tougher than leather (uh huh)

Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin'
Watch ya back, I'm comin...
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Big Will for the Y2K, ugh

Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red
Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head
Volcanoes erupted, rage in the sea
Ain't the second coming of Christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the Nile
It would throw off the rotation of the Earth
Well, messing with me is worse

[Will Smith]
Here it comes the party of a lifetime
31st of December
Man I remember when the ball dropped for 90
Now it's 9-9, ten years behind me
What's gonna happen
Don't nobody know
We'll see when the clock gets to 12-0-0
Chaos, the cops gonna block the street
Man who the hell cares
Just don't stop the beat
No time to sleep, yo it's on tonight
K-C you feeling me right (Yeah)

I'm bout to freak this
Ha ha ha ha,
What what what what
Uh , Big Will, uh I'm bout to freak this
What you want me to freak this
Just peep it while I freak this ,
Aiight aiight

I'm bout to freak this full out the king of the hill
Big Will keepin it real knees to the grill
The whole set on lock down, making you flock down,
To where I'm at to hear my rap,
I be that cat that set trends

[Will Smith]
Uh, uh, uh
What
Whoo! Ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic,
Alright now let's go yo

Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
What What What What

[Will Smith]
Here come the butter baby
Bringing it smooth and hot
Got this dat from Kay-Gee

[Will Smith]
Uh, uh, uh
Mic check mic mic mic mic
Ugh Give me more heat
Uh give me more heat
Uhh uhh yeah

Everybody in the front now (wooh wooh)
Everybody in the back now (wooh wooh)
Everybody in the side now (wooh wooh)
Ooh la Fiesta
All the ladies in the house now (woo woo)
All the fellas in the house now (wooh wooh)
Everybody in the house now (wooh woo)
Ooh la fiesta

Darkchild, Big Will, 2000
Bust out, shake it up now
Come on, come on
Shake it up now
Who am I
You know, you know
Big Will, ya ready
Come on

[Will Smith]
When I was a lad I used to dream that (one day)
I'd earned the cream that
Make the rocks gleam Phat rhymes to make it seem that
I was like Bill Gates
Writing lies, seal fates
Power to change the whole set
Force foes to forfeit

(Ooh, Ohh)
Here I stand before you - brown.
Color of the mountains
Colossal as the earth
Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) An Afro Angel

Afro Angel off your pedestal from perchin above

*Let's listen to this dramatic show which was popular in the early days of radio*

*So fresh*
haha haha uh yeah Jazzy Jeff Fresh Prince and a
Jazzy Jeff Fresh prince and a
Uh little taste of the ol skool
Jazzy Jeff y'all break it down one time say what uh
Uh Uh Uh
One for the treble
Two for the bass
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in ya face
Me and Jeff again Oh My you say
1985 till the Y2k

Yo Jeff baby lets keep it ol skool
Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up
Haha
Jazzy Jeff amp; The Fresh Prince back together
Now Jeff look go ahead and warm that thing up boy
Warm that thing up
Pump Pump Pump Pump Me Up
What
A-ight now you
Look I know its been a minute since we did this thing
But I want you to go ahead you get ready
Cause we gonna tear this place down
Jazzy blaze
Comin with it

[Will Smith]
Whoo!
What What
Can you feel me baby
I can feel you
No doubt, known to make it happen

[Will Smith]
I see you wanna dance huh
With your girls and your friends huh
What about me and my menz huh
Roll through in the Range and the Benz huh
Wanna jam on the dance floor till it ends huh
Tight butta get a lot of attention
I see y'all looking like a Prada convention

This here is a record I wrote
About friendship
The kind that X and Jaleel were talking about
When they wrote
Friends
How many of us have them
I'm talking about
Friends
Ones we can depend on
I'm talking about a
Friend to the end
If I lose or I win
If my lou getting thin (Jazzy Jeff: whats up)
You still my friend (JJ: hell yeah)
Down forever (uh ha)
Tougher than leather (uh ha)

damn

womens voice:
hey this is me, i'm not in right now, but if u leave your name
and your number, i'll just might think about calling u back.
have a pleasent day.

Pick up the phone girl, i know that u home
please don't leave me all alone with the sound of this tone.
come on pick up, pick up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
i know i don't deserve it cuz of how i messed up

Can you feel it baby (Kel Spencer) Uh
* take me away*
Flow crazy make em say(Kel) Uh
Make it hot
*Take me away*
Flow crazy make em say Uh
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Been to the mountain top down to the valley
Illadelph to Cali
Y'all feel me like harry felt Sally
Clothes exotic
Flows erotic
No jewels
That's for them fools who ain't got it
Wrapped to my own sitcom

Will Smith:
Wild Wild West, Jim West, desperado, rough rider
No you don't want nada
None of this, six gunin this, brotha runnin this,
Buffalo soldier, look it's like I told ya
Any damsel that's in distress
Be out of that dress when she meet Jim West
Rough neck so go check the law and abide
Watch your step with flex and get a hole in your side

[Chorus: Jill Scott]
The little rain drops fallin' down on me
But I can't seem to feel it, feel it
Feel it coming over me

[Will Smith]
The rain gon' come through the window, pain will come
Black, white, rich, poor, it's the same old drum
Rainy days like the war, use wisdom as a weapon
Hold your head up, dry your clothes and keep steppin'

Intro:
(Come Come on)
(Come on Come Come on M-I-B)
(The Black Suits Comin)
(The Black Suits Comin)

I'm Comin... I'm Comin... I'm Comin... I'm Comin
I am the man in black I'm back
Breaking the back of the random attackers
So can the flak
Yo Im dangerous
I've been trained to bust
When a stranger fuss try to endanger us
Praise me y'all
Dont nothing faze me y'all