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WILL SMITH
BIG WILLIE STYLE |
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Yes Yes Y'all (Featuring Camp Lo)
Yes
With the start of the new jiggyness with the Trackmasters, Camp Lo and Willie
Gonna give it to ya know what I mean lot of macoronis here
Check it out for all the tenderonis ah ha ha like chachi and joni
Lights camera action the hip-hop attraction
Fresh Priggy
John Bliggy
Player haters been hatin on my playin for years
Now they seeing they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
Parades and accolades all shades and ages
Me the outrageous
My zeal contagious
The smile inspirator
Aspen to Grenada
One of the only emcees to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger
Everywhere I go they know me
Planet Hollywood in Paris accidentally spilt a drink upon Naomi
Truth of the matter I've been lounging
Living it up giving it up
In opulate surroundings
Been around the world and I I I
Ain't seen another this fly I I
My attitude pervasive
My effervescence
Bringing you back to the essence
With the
Yes Yes Y'all
(And ya don't stop)
Mic check y'all
(And ya don't quit)
Yes Yes Y'all
(And ya don't stop)
Mic check y'all
(And ya don't quit)
Verse two
'Bout to slay you worst than the first verse
Packin' my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in rarefied air where only few can live
Thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game
Stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name
A rose by any other still beautifies the room
So don't get consumed when a brother's move to gloom
It's semantics but yo it's really good to be back
Never racing the rap just lacing the track
Not serendipity with me it was a plan b
'Bout to have an oscar standing next to my Grammy's
Plural mucho no need to talk though
I'm a just do so
I'm coming at ya with the smoothest slickness
Behold the style lick of this kickin
Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop)
Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit)
Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop)
Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit)
Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop)
Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit)
A GQ cover twice
This brother's nice
Vanity Fair you saw me there
I discovered life
Outside of rap got the cream and all that
But kind a left a void in me
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
Said my mic aight
Pump your radio you could record
As they place my welcome mat at the music awards
Coming through America tinted in high beams
Rose petals at my feet like I'm Prince Akeem
So to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme
Please stop saying Jada cause that name's mine
I rocked the Philly fade with the diving waves
Yes yallin' till I'm bald like Issac Hayes
Bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
I'm a get better with age trust
Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop)
Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit)
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