Lirik Lagu I'm All That - Will Smith
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Spill the beans on the table I always say…Extra, Extra read all about Fresh Prince is backYou wonder how itHappenI wasn’t rappin’For a long timeBut now I’m back with a strong rhymeLook, near the camera, snap my pictureI’ll sign my name on it, then I get richerLike LL said don’t call it a comebackAnd face the factJackI’m all that(I know ya gonna dig this)Here I am in the flesh(Who is)I’m the funky, funky, funky freshRhyme authorityRhythm consoleHip-hop liaisonRap AmbassadorDo the daring, the king of the cutPrince of poetry and all that stuffSexy, sexy, making the honey’s yellGirlies passin’ out, ah wellBack from the dead, like JasonPeople thought I was over, they were erasin’Me and Jeff’s names out of the hit listBut ah, ah, ah not so quickComin’ back at chaCan’t go back at chaCatch this fast ball I’m throwin’ at y’allWake up and smell the coffee, I’m back nowThanks for keeping my girl warm for me, palThe man with the cape, the crown in the centerOut for a while, but wisely kept upPen and paper, so when I had myOppor-tun-ity, to rap.I set my goals and then I shot forWhat I do best, funny, to hell with hardcoreVoice on radio, face on TVSpankin’ new funky rhymes on a CDOut to attackThe wackFull contactIt’s gonna be a long night go get a knapsackI gotta getta make ya face the factThat I’m the best rapperon waxI’m all that(Get wicked)Get up, get down, get funky, get looseI’m the best show and I got proofIn the past there was always that kid doubtedBut now I’m back and there’s no doubt about itThe writing is on the wall(Come on)Gimme ya mike and a stage and I’m a rip it, rip it, up y’allCoz I can flowIs there another rapper in the world, like me, hell no!No ones like meOthers try to bite meBad deba deba bad mike meSomeone like me somewhereTo just not hearWhere the hell they atWho cares?Coz your got the ace in the holeThe simple lover brotherNumero unoThe rapper with soulcomin’ out a little on the new tipfor those of you that thought I couldn’t do thisyo well consider it doneit’s the same got the parentsjust don’t understand the same onepeople said that I couldn’t rapha ha ha well you can stop thatcoz I’m a rapper and a halfand in the past I chose tomake people laughand I was criticized for thatsome called me soft, some called me wac
I gotta admit y’all I felt bad(Who’d ya call)so as usual I called my DadHe’s sort of a fifty-one year old CasanovaHe said son, "Yo, come on over."He sat me down and he told me thisSon when your all that, you’re gonna get dissedHe put his arms around me and he said sonI was all that when I was youngSo pump that point onAnd set my sights onMaking a record that people thought was the: ??height jon, height joint, high joint???Philly, born and raisedI’ve beenGone for daysI can’t wait to get backWith my new track
Rhyme like lavaVoice like a volcanoI rhyme through your radioWords like dreadA Porsche not eleven and I don’t stall Jack(Yo)
We all that
I gotta admit y’all I felt bad(Who’d ya call)so as usual I called my DadHe’s sort of a fifty-one year old CasanovaHe said son, "Yo, come on over."He sat me down and he told me thisSon when your all that, you’re gonna get dissedHe put his arms around me and he said sonI was all that when I was youngSo pump that point onAnd set my sights onMaking a record that people thought was the: ??height jon, height joint, high joint???Philly, born and raisedI’ve beenGone for daysI can’t wait to get backWith my new track
Rhyme like lavaVoice like a volcanoI rhyme through your radioWords like dreadA Porsche not eleven and I don’t stall Jack(Yo)
We all that
