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 & 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'...      Chorus      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