Fresh Prince Lyrics

Will did it

Sit down, we need to have a little talk

Will did it

Will

What's gonna happen to us if dad finds out there's a horse in the backyard

He'll blame Will like he always does

Oh, okay

Mom, they love me here

Will, this is all your fault

My fault? Where else did Ashley learn such behavior

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute, man

What

Oh, Will, it's all your fault

Will, this is your fault

This is all your fault

This is all your fault

You've got us all hooked

I want you packed and out of here by tonight

Everybody wanna be the fresh press of Bel-Air

When you didn't have the money and the fam was still there

Rocked the best toys and had the best gear

I'm just trying to do better than I did last year

Always keep a pack of that Britney Spears

I'm just trying to run a play like I did last year

I need all my cash like I'm at the cashier

Niggas say you know me, man, that's so last year

Get your game up, we only play to win

Where I'm from, the devil always made you seen

Family become enemies and losers win

What type of nigga is you

If you ain't never been tapped in

Always been 10 toes down, no handstand

I ain't got time, listen, talking to my left hand

Always on point, bitch, I'm shooting with this right hand

Knock a nigga down, fuck that nigga, knock again

I ain't got love, funny talk, I just break a mean

Loyal to the motherfucking gang, I get blasted

Niggas always bringing up my name, so they best friends

Niggas always bringing up my name, so they best friends

Everybody wanna be the fresh press of Bel-Air

Watching Spike Lee, I'm a part of the dope era

A nigga gotta eat, boy, I guess I'm a go-getter

Rocking Louis V, I guess I'm a stunt nigga

Pushing through the lane, that ambulance don't ace, nigga

If niggas run up, then I guess I'ma eat niggas

Never been, never broke, but I've been that bitch

Messed up her makeup, she a trifling bitch

Diamonds on my pink, yeah, from Mary to the gang

Fuck was her name? She a sucker to the crack gang

I'm getting money, I don't think this shit will ever change

These niggas hate me, I don't think this shit will ever change

Even Stevie Wonder, see a nigga got game

I was in the crack house whipping up that cane

Run my background, it's gon' say the same thing

But you gotta move how you move, don't be a victim to the gang

Stacks, bitch, their name, and these niggas hella lame

Putting dirt on my name, they lying in the game

Never trust a snake, bitch, all these hoes be the same

Them crash dummies in my lane, them crash dummies in my lane

I'm getting money, I don't think this shit will ever change