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Saturday, June 25, 2005
SummerTime!
Summer, summer, summertime !
Time to sit back and unwind
[The Fresh Prince:]
Here it is the groove slightly transformed
Just a bit of a break from the norm
Just a little somethin' to break the monotony
Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be
A little bit out of control it's cool to dance
But what about the groove that soothes that moves romance
Give me a soft subtle mix
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
And think of the summers of the past
Adjust the base and let the alpine blast
Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
And put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime
[Chorus]
[The Fresh Prince:]
School is out and it's a sort of a buzz
A back then I didn't really know what it was
But now I see what have of this
The way that people respond to summer madness
The weather is hot and girls are dressing less
And checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best
Riding around in your jeep or your benzos
Or in your Nissan stting on lorenzos
Back in Rotterdam we be out in the Esch
A place called the EiHouse is where everybody goes
Guys out hunting and girls doing likewise
Honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes
She turn around to see what you beeping at
It's like the summers a natural afradesiac
And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme
To hit you and get you equipped for the summer time
[Chorus]
[The Fresh Prince:]
It's late in the day and I ain't been in da Gym yet
Hustle to the mall to get me a short set
Yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair
Cause the beach in Scheveningen in the summer got girls there
The temperature's about 88
Hop in the water plug just for old times sake
Break to ya crib change your clothes once more
Cause you're invited to a barbeque that's starting at 4
Sitting with your friends cause y'all remincise
About the days growing up and the first person you kiss
And as I think back makes me wonder how
The smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia
All the kids playing out front
Little boys messin round with the girls playing double-dutch
While the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family reunion
Then six o'clock rolls around
You just finished wiping your car down
It's time to cruise so you head to the summertime hangout
It looks like a car show
Everybody come lookin real fine
Fresh from the barber shop or fly from the beauty salon
Every moment frontin and maxin
Chillin in the car they spent all day waxin
Leanin to the side but you can't spead through
Two miles an hour so everybody sees you
There's an air of love and of happiness
And this is the Fresh Prince's new defintion of summer madness
[Chorus]
D.J. JAZZY JEFF & THE FRESH PRINCE - "Summertime"
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girl, you knock me out!
Here it is a groove slightly transformed again,
but wit’ a tatyana ali spin.
I knew her since she was ten,
as fresh prince from back then.
I had a sense she would win,
whatever clique she was in.
Now she all grown up, not ashley.
Mad sexy true,
but classy.
She in the fast lane under my wing,
kissin’ the sky.
Tatyana ali, girl you knock me...
(tatyana: ’cuz boy you knock me out.)
Verse 1:
From the moment that I saw you babe, all I think about is loving you.
Every time that you are near, I just can’t help but stare.
I’m dreamin’ of eternity with you.
Hook:
(so maybe I can...) runaway with you. imagine all the things we’d do.
(oh, babe.) call my name and make this fantasy for real.
(baby I can...) runaway with you. imagine all the things we’d do.
(just call my name.) call my name and make this fantasy for real.
(oh no.)
Chorus:
Can’t hold it, I can’t fight it. (oooh oooh)
Want you, and I can’t deny it.
It’s all about the things you do.
Boy you knock me out.
(I can’t hold it.)
Can’t hold it, I can’t fight it. (oh oh, oh oh.)
Want you and I can’t deny it.
It’s all about the things you do. (yeah, yeah)
Boy you know me out.
Verse 2:
Can you feel the vibes I’m sendin’ baby?
All my energy and thoughts towards you.
There’s no way I could let go, of all these dreams and hopes
Anxiety so deep, feeling so new.
Hook:
(just maybe I can...) runaway with you, imagine all the things we’d do.
(call my name...) call my name, make this fantasy for real.
(baby, can we? ) runaway with you, imagine all the things we’d do.
(just call my name...) call my name, make this fantasy for real.
(’cuz, boy, you knock me out.)
Chorus:
Can’t hold it, I can’t fight it. (oh, you do.)
Want you, and I can’t deny it.
It’s all about the things you do.
Boy you knock me out.
Can’t hold it, I can’t fight it. (oh oh, oh oh.)
Want you, and I can’t deny it.
It’s all about the things you do.
Boy you knock me out.
Bridge:
Fallin’ for you, this love’s a tko. (fallin’ for you baby.)
Fallin’ for you baby. (’cuz, boy, you knock me out.)
Fallin’ for you, this love’s a tko. (fallin’ for you baby.)
Fallin’ for you baby.
Rap: (will smith)
Uh, uh, uh
Here it is a groove slightly transformed again, but wit’ a tatyana ali spin.
I knew her since she was ten, as fresh prince from back then.
I had a sense she would win, whatever clique she was in.
Now she all grown up, not ashley.
Mad sexy true, but classy.
She in the fast lane under my wing, kissin’ the sky.
Tatyana ali, girl you knock me... (tatyana: ’cuz boy you knock me out.)
Chorus:
(will: ha ha...whoo.)
Can’t hold it, I can’t fight it.
Want you, and I can’t deny it. (I am falling for you baby.)
(will: ha, ugh.)
It’s all about the things you do. (I’m about to lose control.)
Boy you knock me out.
(will: girl you knock me.)
Can’t hold it, (will: ha ha.) I can’t fight it.
Want you, and I can’t deny it. (will: girl.) (can I runaway with you? )
It’s all about the things you do. (imagine all the things we’d do.)
Boy you knock me out.
(will: on the remix, still gettin’ jiggy wit’ it.)
(can’t hold it.) can’t hold it, (I) I can’t fight it. (fight it.)
Want you, and I can’t deny it. (I just wanna hold you baby.)
It’s all about the things you do. (I just wanna hold you and die.)
Boy you knock me out.
(will: true dat, true dat. ugh-huh)
(can’t hold it.) can’t hold it, (i.) I can’t fight it. (fight it.)
Want you, and I can’t deny it. (oh oh oh oh oh oh.)
It’s all about the things you do.
Boy you knock me out.
TATYANA ALI - BOY YOU KNOCK ME OUT - BIG WILLIE STYLE
- posted by Unknown @ 4:47 AM 0 comments
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