Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

Hey, hey, hey, hey hey Don't say you will You will, you will I pray you will Why would she make calls out the blue Now I'm awake sleep isn't new Unless you will Then play you will i pray you will

Someday we'll find it The Rainbow Connection The lovers, the dreamers and me Why are there so many Songs about rainbows And what's on the other side Rainbow's are visions They're only illusions And rainbows have nothing to hide

Time passes in the constant state And I wouldn't understand that I would try to play along I took it with me But when things are thrown away like they are daily So if that is how it is I don't wanna be a star But a stone on the shore Long door, frame the

Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the

You got to get back up And when they push you down, Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, taking pictures look around

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

Hey, hey, hey, hey hey And I know now, that I'm so down You look so perfect standing there In my American Apparel underwear Your lipstick stain is a work of art I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God (When thugs cry) Oh why, does it have to be this way, our Children of today won't stay wise (thugs cry) Let the children hear

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say