DJ Jazzy Jeff, The Fresh Prince - Jeff Waz on the Beat Box lyrics
[DJ Jazzy Jeff, The Fresh Prince - Jeff Waz on the Beat Box lyrics]
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
There was a party the other day
Around my way
They asked if me and Jeff would play
We said okay
We dipped out to get the hip-hop apparatus
Came back with the posse
In full effect status
While Jeff set up I said "Check 1-2, y'all
Everybody clap, let's begin to ball"
I was rappin acapella, but I had to stop
Cause chaos broke cause Jeff
Was on the beatbox
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
Now cut it up, Jeff
Did you know that
Parties were all the same when we came up
We had to rearrange and make a change
I remember how it was, people standing still
The music was wack, so they chose to get ill
People started breaking and fights would
Start to break out
This is the reason why some people make out
Hip-hop to be bad, because of this behavior
Then like a miracle, two musical saviors
One with a microphone, the other with tables
Both of 'em ready, both willing and able
Bust on the scene like TNT
People said, "Who can it be?"
Can't you see, it's Jeff and me
We are praised as musical scholars
Fast admiration, manifestin' dollars
Couple of kids with a bright idea
Didn't want a 9 to 5, made rap career
People tried to dis and make the egos shrink
But we believe in ourselves
So to hell what they think
Moving like a freight train, can't be stopped
Especially when I'm on the microphone and
Jeff is on the beat box
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
Now cut it up, Jeff
I know I talk about Jeff a
Whole hell of a lot but straight up, man
You gotta give him his props
There's not many people that can
Do what he does
Marley Marl, Teddy Riley and Hurby Luvbug
But other than that there's not many around
That can take that box and make it sound
Like anything that you could possibly want
Now here's a rhyme that sums it up
Jeff is diggy-diggy-di dope and
You DJ's out there keep hopin'
His beat boxes will be broken
But you might as well just keep hopin'
He ciri-can't be tizzaken
You think he can, you're mistaken
All records he is brizzeakin'
(Come on, man, you can make it)
Grammy winning musicians
His beat box is a-kizzickin'
And all my rhymes are hizzittin'
The album's out, so go get it
There ain't no way we stizzopping
We keep the parties rizzockin'
We got the crowd a-hip-hoppin'
When Jeff is on the beat box
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
One more time, scratch, Jeff
Mh - let's see what's next on the agenda
That's right, oh yeah, I've got it
I remember
I was discussin how when Jeff's on stage
He makes your hands clap, your feet tap
Your eardrums pulsate
Your body will move as you
Flow with the groove
And you smile as he profiles his new rap tune
When he's on the stage he can't be stopped
'specially when I'm on the microphone and
Jeff is on the beat box
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
Jeff was on the beat box)
There was a party the other day
Around my way
They asked if me and Jeff would play
We said okay
We dipped out to get the hip-hop apparatus
Came back with the posse
In full effect status
While Jeff set up I said "Check 1-2, y'all
Everybody clap, let's begin to ball"
I was rappin acapella, but I had to stop
Cause chaos broke cause Jeff
Was on the beatbox
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
Now cut it up, Jeff
Did you know that
Parties were all the same when we came up
We had to rearrange and make a change
I remember how it was, people standing still
The music was wack, so they chose to get ill
People started breaking and fights would
Start to break out
This is the reason why some people make out
Hip-hop to be bad, because of this behavior
Then like a miracle, two musical saviors
One with a microphone, the other with tables
Both of 'em ready, both willing and able
Bust on the scene like TNT
People said, "Who can it be?"
Can't you see, it's Jeff and me
We are praised as musical scholars
Fast admiration, manifestin' dollars
Couple of kids with a bright idea
Didn't want a 9 to 5, made rap career
People tried to dis and make the egos shrink
But we believe in ourselves
So to hell what they think
Moving like a freight train, can't be stopped
Especially when I'm on the microphone and
Jeff is on the beat box
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
Now cut it up, Jeff
I know I talk about Jeff a
Whole hell of a lot but straight up, man
You gotta give him his props
There's not many people that can
Do what he does
Marley Marl, Teddy Riley and Hurby Luvbug
But other than that there's not many around
That can take that box and make it sound
Like anything that you could possibly want
Now here's a rhyme that sums it up
Jeff is diggy-diggy-di dope and
You DJ's out there keep hopin'
His beat boxes will be broken
But you might as well just keep hopin'
He ciri-can't be tizzaken
You think he can, you're mistaken
All records he is brizzeakin'
(Come on, man, you can make it)
Grammy winning musicians
His beat box is a-kizzickin'
And all my rhymes are hizzittin'
The album's out, so go get it
There ain't no way we stizzopping
We keep the parties rizzockin'
We got the crowd a-hip-hoppin'
When Jeff is on the beat box
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)
One more time, scratch, Jeff
Mh - let's see what's next on the agenda
That's right, oh yeah, I've got it
I remember
I was discussin how when Jeff's on stage
He makes your hands clap, your feet tap
Your eardrums pulsate
Your body will move as you
Flow with the groove
And you smile as he profiles his new rap tune
When he's on the stage he can't be stopped
'specially when I'm on the microphone and
Jeff is on the beat box
(I continued to rock while
Jeff was on the beat box)