Will Smith - My Buddy Lyrics
Artist: dj jazzy jeff and the fresh prince[fresh prince]Id like to know, are you really for some super-dynamite soul?Introducing the worlds greatest entertainerThe amazing mr. beat-beat himselfThe hardest working beatbox in showbusinessReady rock![rr] ready, ready rock, ready rock c[fp] tell em your name, tell em your name[rr] ready rock, ready rock, ready rock, ready rock c[fp] ooh that was nice ready[rr] ready rock, rrrrrrrrrrrrrReady rock[fp] hey man, hold up manI think I wanna tell em a little about this manAight break it down ready, break it down[fresh prince]Please pay attention, to my rhymesSo I can tell you all about this pal of mineHes my buddy, my best friendWhen its a beat I need its a beat hell landI wanna take time-out, to talk about himCause frankly I dont know what I would do without himWe work together like a medical crewWhen Im backin ready up {Im backin prince up too}Tryin to beat us, that doesnt make any senseHes ready rock c, and Im the fresh princeIn the rap industry were ranked at firstAint a better combination in the whole universeSo if you wanna battle your future looks muddyThat you just cant beat, my buddyWord, break it down break it down readyWeve won so many battles, people think its a trickThat when the crowd gets to judge its us that theyll pickThey see readys face and then they hear my voiceTo choose us as the winners is the natural choiceBecause battle after battle we remain on topCause its not the way we look, its the way that we rockSo if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhymeJust keep it and Im sure that I can change your mindThere was ten wack dudes tryin to play high postOne crew got bold and they began to boastBut said, yall shut up and get back in lineBut they refused {what happened now? } so now theres nineNine wack crews tryin to rock like thisThey were bitin my rhymes and just couldnt resisitI said please stop bitin, please dont imitateBut they kept on bitin, so theres now theres eightEight wack crews poppin big time trashTellin us that in a battle we cant lastThe battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of elevenWas no longer eight crews (how many was they? ) there was sevenSeven wack cruise in a football huddleTryin to figure out their next rebuttleThey came out strength, you think ? ? the ultimateBut we just dissed em and dismissed, so now theres sixSix wack groups, tryin to be toughWho the hell told em they could rock the mic like usWe got ? down the business didnt pop no jiveWe just {whoosh} blew em out, so now theres fiveFive wack crews lined up in the hallwayAll perpetratin like theyre read to playMy secretary walked out, she asked for one moreThey got scared, and left, so now theres fourFour wack crews outside playin aroundI said Ill take you wall on, now how does that sound?Not one had heart enough to pick up that micI said, ok, Ill let you go, psych!Thats the moral, of this storyNever try to take me and ready rocks gloryCause if you do, your future looks muddyCause you just cant beat, me and my buddyHahah, word, uhhYeah, ay ready rock, hold up hold up hold upWait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minuteWhat man what?Cmon man, man, I wonder, can, can I just interrupt the record for a second?