intro sonny cheba



yes

at the start of the new jiggyness

with the trackmasters

camp lo and

willie

gon' give it to ya

know what i mean

lot of macoronis here

check it out for all the

tenderonis

ah ha ha

like chatchy and joni



verse 1



lights camera action

the hip hop attraction

fresh priggy

john bliggy

player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years

now they seein' they worst fears as i bathe in cheers

parades and accolades

all shades and ages

it's me the outrageous

my zeal contageous

the smile inspirator

aspen to grenada

one of the only mc's to say cheese with scharwtzenegger

everywhere i go they know me

planet hollywood in paris accidently spilt a drink upon they

truth of the matter i've been loungin'

livin' it up givin' it up

in monopulate surrondings

been around the world and i yi yi

ain't seen enough of this fly yi yi

my attitude pervasive

my effervensence

bringing you back to the essence

with the



chours will smith and camp lo



yes yes y'all

and ya don't stop

mic check y'all

and ya don't quit

repeat 2x



verse 2



verse two

'bout to slay you worst than the first verse

packin' my purse but yo without one curse

i survive in rarified air where only few can live

thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive

i pledge allegiance to the soul of the game

stepped away as fresh prince came back with my real name

a rose by any other still beautifies the room

so don't get consumed when a brother's known to gloom

it's amantics but yo it's really good to be back

never racing the rap just lacing the track

not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b

'bout to have an oscar standin' next to my grammiesss

plural mucho no need to talk though

i'm a just do so

i'm comin' at ya with the smoothest slickness

behold the style lick of this kickin'



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verse 3



a gq cover twice

this brother's nice

vanity fair you saw me there

i discovered life

outside of rap got the cream and all that

but kinda left a void in me

you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life

said my mic

aight

pump your radio you could record

as they place my welcome mat at the music awards

coming throgh america tinted in high beams

rose petals at my feet like i'm prince akeem

so to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme

please stop sayin' jada cause that name's mine

i rocked the philly fade with the divin' waves

yes yallin' till i'm bald like issac hayes

bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs

i'm a get better with age trust



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