you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince" I demand that you release me you incompetent fool You can't arrest me I'm the prince you know the rules You
see no chips Yea nigga I know you in pain I dont care nigga I want the stash Keys, hash, weed, G's motherfuckers freeze Cock sucker you better bring
, you trippin' Ain't got nothin' to do with you You can look into my eyes, see that I'm dead tired 6 in the morning, money still on my mind So if you want
/c now maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone
judge turns deaf when you try to tell your side cause you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck cause the book is comin' and hand your car keys over to
, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck, 'cuz the book is comin' So just hand your car keys
'all Since y'all like 11 now Y'all ever get horny? Uncle Ricky Now, I don't mean to sound perverted But do you ever have like sexual urges? No No? Well, you
want some, come and get some Chorus (2x): Well it's silly of you (To think that I) Would ever take a dive (Can I keep it live) And if you think you
if you got your best, you face the color of dead These Bronx niggas wanna bread if you creep you can get it But keep an eye on your walk, you gots ta
' you can do, you can't stop me, that's like stopping a bullet You gotta drop me, pop me, grab the hammer, cock it and pull it You squeezed nine times, you
the air if you're a money go getter Ball Now I'm up haters Ball Black stone, black chain I'm Vader Fall Hell naw not me player Call Me if you about that
want some fuckin crack gone and hit me on my beep A-I-R, sippin on tha barre nigga you dont understand nigga in our car got 4 TVs all up in the seats
Now you complain you say you want the keys Over my dead body baby that's where they'll be Forgive me now I'll just slit your neck You say you remember
said that I was the man you always wanted to hold Now you love me, you want me back, you want a change All of a sudden, girl, you wanna rearrange Is
of all y'all faggot punk ass motherfuckers Bitch ass niggas I shut the fuckin' whole world down You white motherfuckers could never Y'all can't ever take over, you can't ever
you ever in tha south and you doin' some dirt First thing first my folks they git work Everybody in this trap they game is tight We gotta lock on this block and anything you
that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a diplomat?s son It was ?81 I know, you?ll say I?m not
want the keys If I'm not getting black-balled I'm getting white-boyed You can condescend me but you can't offend me I'm sure i'll get all the secret