Текст песни Dj Jazzy Jeff And The Fresh Prince - From Da South
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Right here, right.(Yep)When I was a young boy growing in Philly, IWas sort of easy going, IWas really a silly II used to mess aroundI was kind of the class clownI hate to see you frownI hate to see people down�Cause I like it when fun flows like a faucet (uh)But sometimes, some guys mistake it for softnessBut I ain`t no silly sappy singin softyWhen push comes to shove, ya better back up off me�Cause I am 6`2 and I ain`t no little guy200 pounds and homie I can make the heads flyMy father told me never hit nobody firstBut if they hit you son (Yeah), take them to a hearseSo throughout my life those are the rules that I`ve lived byA sucker put his hands on me homie I`ll give a guyA jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jabGet �em a steaks slabAnd put �em in a cab (Uh)Now I ain`t the type of brother to go out and pick a fightBut man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff likeMichael 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 boogenA sick upper punch when you lunchin` and ain`t lookin`An mx uppercut, aim for the mouthNot from the north, or the east, or the west, it`s comin`From da southAnd I`m throwing it hardFrom da southRight up under your guardFrom da southAn uppercut with all I got(Watch them drop!)Put up you dukes; it`s time to get loose troop101, with me and you, and me and you`re whole crewYou heard about the uppercut is that`s what`s wrong fellasYou`re all chickens and for doers getting jealousFail one bang �emRumble 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 shoutBoom shakala laka Boom shaka laka Boom! Look outIt`s coming at you like a Kodak zoomNo, my name ain`t Roberta, don`t be giving me flakAnd if you step off track, Jack, You`re taking a turn, napA muscle bound sucker, mean jack to WillWhen I walk on by better be glad I chill But if y`all forfeit and I feel frictionThe landlord is givin` ya teeth dental pictionX`s over eyes and birds around ya heads, flyin`Limp all backLook like I hit you with a batEyes so black (diggy, diggy)Look like ya must a got em paintedDamn!That uppercut`s a mother ain`t itStep in the ringWith the kingAnd you take a chance�Cause 20 seconds later y`all be out in a ambulanceLookin patheticAs you wrestle paramedicWhat`s up?Felt like a truckBut it was only an uppercutJus last week some fool got careless (Yeah)So I got triflin`Went right for the bare fistAfter the punch the young man didn`t want a fightI missed his faceBut I busted the stoplightSo 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 mouthNot from the north, or the east, or the west, it`s comin`From da southAnd I`m throwin` it hardFrom da southRight up under you`re guardFrom da southAnd uppercut with all I got(Watch them drop!)YeahWord(There you go)Come, come come on….