Now the King told the boogie men, "You have to let that raga drop. The oil down the desert way, has been shakin' to the top". The Sheikh he drove his Cadillac, he went a cruisin' down the Ville.
They're sending back pictures from Saturn and Mars. Maybe this will be our new home. Well we seem to have messed up. And we must look to the stars. Our paradise we seem to have outgrown.
(chorus). hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x). (pmd). When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air. some say it's chill, new york throw chairs.
Yo, back up now an' give a brother room. The fuse is lit an' I'm about to go boom. Mercy, mercy, mercy me. My life is a cage but on stage I'm free. Hyped up, psyched up, ready for wil'in'.
Damn. I'm broke. My feet hurt. (inside the mind of a car jacker). And that bitch is slippin. It makes me wanna... creep. It makes me wanna... creep. (I got somethin' for your mind, your body, and your soul).
Yo back up now and give a brother room. The fuse is lit and I'm about to go boom. Mercy mercy mercy me. My life is a cage but on stage I'm free. . Hyped up syched up ready for wil'in'.
Come one, come all, we have the elixir that cures all that ails you. Traveling the four corners of the road, straight from the well. As it pointed the hill the remnant to your hell [unverified], come Yahweh.
Man, you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing. 'Bout your daughter, nah, she ain't my type. (But supposin' she said she loved me). Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White.
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'. I got loowies boy, um not trampin. I just came from da-crib ya know. Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro.
Boom! Shake the Room. Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. . yo back up now and give a brother room. the fuse is lit and I'm about to go boom. mercy mercy mercy me.
What's the 411, hun?. What's the 411, hun?. I got it goin' on, hun. A yo, I got it goin' on, hun. . What's the 411, hun?. What's the 411, hun?. I got it goin' on.