Will Smith - Somethin' Like Dis lyrics

[Intro] Yeah... yeah, yeah, come on now! Somebody, somebody, somebody If you wanna party, say 'party' (Party!) Say 'party' (Party!) Nineteen ninety three JJ and FP Come on You about ready to do it over there You ready too You about ready to do it over there You ready I said one two three four [Verse 1: The Fresh Prince] In slow, now here I go As I flow crowd goes up and down like a yo-yo Hail the master the ruler over all Me to a mic like Shaq to a ball Tough like a tank not puffed like a filo I'm breaking up with a girl I'm leaving her weeped like a willow I'm totally in love with a kids beat silhouette Till I see another one better Age of twelve a rapper just for fun My desire inspired by (Ru-Run... D...) But now I'm the epitome Years and Years and ya can't get rid of me From the dark age into the renaissance The rap obsession caused the regression But one man stood up, and that man's me To show you what it takes to be a real MC You need [scratching] wicky-wicky rhymes With a sticky-sticky style And if you friggy-flow you get wiggy-wiggy-wild You need to need to take your take ya time to pursue it Till you're wicky-wicky rhymes flow right through it Chitty chitty bang bang chitty bang chitty I kick the nitty gritty For the people in the city Here's somethin' that you best not miss As we go a little somethin like dis (Hit it!) Come on! [Hook] Aha (As we go a little somethin like dis) [Verse 2: The Fresh Prince] Yeahh the crowd rocks in the hoouuse Top feeling, hands to the (ceiling?) Ain't no playin around or sitting around Or standin around, clown, when I'm gettin down Heavy on ba**, go lightly on the treble You can't dig this then man you need a (?) Where's the jam? I search like I'm gonna Find the party kick it like punter Back in the day they used to judge a MC (On what?) By how amped and loud the whole crowd would be I go 'uh', they go 'uh' If I go 'yeah', they go 'yeah' Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) It's like a drug and I can't stand it Mic like a pipe, and use it like a magnet It's hip hop with a twist, uh As we go a little somethin like dis (Hit it!) Come on! [Hook] (As we go a little somethin like dis) (Hit it) Word up Word up (As we go a little somethin like dis) (Hit it) [Verse 3: The Fresh Prince (DJ Jazzy Jeff)] It's Jazzy Jazzy (Yo my name is Jeff) Well it's Jazzy Jazzy (Yo my name is Jeff) Well it's Jazzy Jazzy (Yo my name is Jeff) (And don't forget about my man the Fresh the Prince, pick it) Getu de dups de dit min e tin a harmen And edow ski dup nit up widu widout Sit o to the funky did dat you can't mid who get hypnotized widup wid-ow gritu A mitay to eat wid-ow we di stit ow It ain't what under test me sedi who do da best beat You know, you know, what I'm talkin about Bewede I didn't figure it out (Now pump it up) Cause I'm superior, double than average, talking to many (?) me But that is okay cause in time l will get the respect what you do to the greatest MC My name is the Prince and don't ever forget it, you can't even if you try ‘cause I'm a hell-of-a-lover, a hell-of-a-fighter, a wholla-of-a-hell-of-a-guy Yeah, can I do this? (Yeah, you just did it) Tell em! Yo, can I do this? (Yeah, you just did it) Now here's somethin that ya just can't miss As we go a little somethin like dis (Hit it!) Come on! [Hook] Give it to them (As we go a little somethin like dis) (Hit it) Yeah (As we go a little somethin like dis) (Hi-hi-hi-hi-hit it) (Hi-hi-hi-hi-hit it) (As we go-as we go-as we go a little somthin like dis)