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DJ Jazzy Jeff And The Fresh Prince
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From da south
Right here, right.

(Yep)

When I was a young boy growing in Philly, I

Was sort of easy going, I

Was really a silly I

I used to mess around

I was kind of the class clown

I hate to see you frown

I hate to see people down

�Cause I like it when fun flows like a faucet (uh)

But sometimes, some guys mistake it for softness

But I ain�t no silly sappy singin softy

When push comes to shove, ya better back up off me

�Cause I am 6�2 and I ain�t no little guy

200 pounds and homie I can make the heads fly

My father told me never hit nobody first

But if they hit you son (Yeah), take them to a hearse

So throughout my life those are the rules that I�ve lived by

A sucker put his hands on me homie I�ll give a guy

A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab

Get �em a steaks slab

And put �em in a cab (Uh)

Now I ain�t the type of brother to go out and pick a fight

But man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff like

Michael Jackson said, "this sorta thing silly man�"

A lover not a fighter, better stay out a Philly man.

Put up your dukes, so you better start boogen

A sick upper punch when you lunchin� and ain�t lookin�

An mx uppercut, aim for the mouth

Not from the north, or the east, or the west, it�s comin�

From da south

And I�m throwing it hard

From da south

Right up under your guard

From da south

An uppercut with all I got

(Watch them drop!)

Put up you dukes; it�s time to get loose troop

101, with me and you, and me and you�re whole crew

You heard about the uppercut is that�s what�s wrong fellas

You�re all chickens and for doers getting jealous

Fail one bang �em

Rumble and all buggin�

All different names but all the same buggin�

Maybe you can take me out, yeah maybe not

�Cause fly into the uppercut (Here they come) and hear you�re body shout

Boom shakala laka Boom shaka laka Boom!

Look out

It�s coming at you like a Kodak zoom

No, my name ain�t Roberta, don�t be giving me flak

And if you step off track, Jack,

You�re taking a turn, nap

A muscle bound sucker, mean jack to Will

When I walk on by better be glad I chill

But if y�all forfeit and I feel friction

The landlord is givin� ya teeth dental piction

X�s over eyes and birds around ya heads, flyin�

Limp all back

Look like I hit you with a bat

Eyes so black (diggy, diggy)

Look like ya must a got em painted

Damn!

That uppercut�s a mother ain�t it

Step in the ring

With the king

And you take a chance

�Cause 20 seconds later y�all be out in a ambulance

Lookin pathetic

As you wrestle paramedic

What�s up?

Felt like a truck

But it was only an uppercut

Jus last week some fool got careless (Yeah)

So I got triflin�

Went right for the bare fist

After the punch the young man didn�t want a fight

I missed his face

But I busted the stoplight

So put up you�re dukes, so you better start bookin�

A sick upperpunch

When you munchin�

And ain�t lookin�

An mx uppercut aim for your mouth

Not from the north, or the east, or the west, it�s comin�

From da south

And I�m throwin' it hard

From da south

Right up under you�re guard

From da south

And uppercut with all I got

(Watch them drop!)

Yeah

Word

(There you go)

Come, come come on�.

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