Paroles My buddy Will Smith

My buddy

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 entertainer
The amazing mr. beat-beat himself
The hardest working beatbox in showbusiness
Ready 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, rrrrrrrrrrrrr
Ready rock
[fp] hey man, hold up man
I think I wanna tell em a little about this man
Aight break it down ready, break it down

[fresh prince]
Please pay attention, to my rhymes
So I can tell you all about this pal of mine
Hes my buddy, my best friend
When its a beat I need its a beat hell land
I wanna take time-out, to talk about him
Cause frankly I dont know what I would do without him
We work together like a medical crew
When Im backin ready up {Im backin prince up too}
Tryin to beat us, that doesnt make any sense
Hes ready rock c, and Im the fresh prince
In the rap industry were ranked at first
Aint a better combination in the whole universe
So if you wanna battle your future looks muddy
That you just cant beat, my buddy

Word, break it down break it down ready

Weve won so many battles, people think its a trick
That when the crowd gets to judge its us that theyll pick
They see readys face and then they hear my voice
To choose us as the winners is the natural choice
Because battle after battle we remain on top
Cause its not the way we look, its the way that we rock
So if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhyme
Just keep it and Im sure that I can change your mind
There was ten wack dudes tryin to play high post
One crew got bold and they began to boast
But said, yall shut up and get back in line
But they refused {what happened now? } so now theres nine
Nine wack crews tryin to rock like this
They were bitin my rhymes and just couldnt resisit
I said please stop bitin, please dont imitate
But they kept on bitin, so theres now theres eight
Eight wack crews poppin big time trash
Tellin us that in a battle we cant last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven
Was no longer eight crews (how many was they? ) there was seven
Seven wack cruise in a football huddle
Tryin to figure out their next rebuttle
They came out strength, you think ? ? the ultimate
But we just dissed em and dismissed, so now theres six
Six wack groups, tryin to be tough
Who the hell told em they could rock the mic like us
We got ? down the business didnt pop no jive
We just {whoosh} blew em out, so now theres five
Five wack crews lined up in the hallway
All perpetratin like theyre read to play
My secretary walked out, she asked for one more
They got scared, and left, so now theres four
Four wack crews outside playin around
I said Ill take you wall on, now how does that sound?
Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic
I said, ok, Ill let you go, psych!
Thats the moral, of this story
Never try to take me and ready rocks glory
Cause if you do, your future looks muddy
Cause you just cant beat, me and my buddy

Hahah, word, uhh
Yeah, ay ready rock, hold up hold up hold up
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
What man what?
Cmon man, man, I wonder, can, can I just interrupt the record for a second?