your direction Cause you my king mommy I ain't no dog Yo what's with the fence Look in my eyes What you see a frog or a prince Mrs freeze Nice as it
now go A worldwide show Now here's the intro The torch is lit and now the gun is pointed Prepare for the world's best to be anointed On the field of dreams
Smile on my face and there's a twinkle in my eye Time to go to work but it's so hard to say goodbye And as I think of you its like I had a dream or two
I could get you To treat me like a phone and take me off hold And make your hero come so I can pour my heart and soul I can't help but dream about the
be dreaming" I strolled back home with a grin on my grill I think that since this is a dream I might as well get ill I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
's you never let go, mad thanks for raising me right, bro' You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince Times
Want us to fail 'cuz you on our dick But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit We been doin' this since prince was the bomb Before he
and fortune Why can't you live this? all day hands on bitches With financial ventures, enhance the riches Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams
your party Your daddy, maybe mommy? For them there was no copy Just know that we all asleep Pray to the Lord my soul will keep Life is a dream no need
Away from this burning It's all over now" Verse: (RZA) yo yo yo yo yo Underground king only heard and not seen Therefore, I exist in the deepness of your dreams
Has risen from his sleep And the army ranks in red are near Two hundred million deep The young and old now prophesy A coming prince of peace And last night I dreamed
So you've found your prince Charming was just a dream There wasn't any palace And you weren't a queen In your faded cotton dresses Anyone could see But
dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick Dreams, dreams, dreams
ain't afraid [Verse 1: Romeo] Pops was a hustler even sold drugs So it was only right that his son be a thug Girls show me love and these niggas just mug I'm the prince
it ain't nothing to it Snatch ya chains Splatter brains Acting like they knew it Regime the new team Kill for the cash green Split spleens to crush dreams
Shoes shine in your face accurate Never seen a leather jacket with lights in the back of it Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince
wigs, and put the rubbers on my cock You see me out there, with big balls like Rosie Grier Players cream, I pull panties out your wet dreams Get deep
Undergoin' metamorphosis Through computers in your offices A crystal construct a nuclear missile Every fifth school we produce more pistols Documented details, shocked at retails Shipped to the ghetto for resale Peep the calamitist dreams