From Da South — текст песни (DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince)





Right here, right.

(Yep)

When I was a young boy growing in Philly, I

Was sort of easy going, I

Was really a silly I

I used to mess around

I was kind of the class clown

I hate to see you frown

I hate to see people down

�Cause I like it when fun flows like a faucet (uh)

But sometimes, some guys mistake it for softness

But I ain`t no silly sappy singin softy

When push comes to shove, ya better back up off me

�Cause I am 6`2 and I ain`t no little guy

200 pounds and homie I can make the heads fly

My father told me never hit nobody first

But if they hit you son (Yeah), take them to a hearse

So throughout my life those are the rules that I`ve lived by

A sucker put his hands on me homie I`ll give a guy

A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab

Get �em a steaks slab

And put �em in a cab (Uh)

Now I ain`t the type of brother to go out and pick a fight

But man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff like

Michael Jackson said, "this sorta thing silly man…"

A lover not a fighter, better stay out a Philly man.

Put up your dukes, so you better start boogen

A sick upper punch when you lunchin` and ain`t lookin`

An mx uppercut, aim for the mouth

Not from the north, or the east, or the west, it`s comin`

From da south

And I`m throwing it hard

From da south

Right up under your guard

From da south

An uppercut with all I got

(Watch them drop!)

Put up you dukes; it`s time to get loose troop

101, with me and you, and me and you`re whole crew

You heard about the uppercut is that`s what`s wrong fellas

You`re all chickens and for doers getting jealous

Fail one bang �em

Rumble and all buggin`

All different names but all the same buggin`

Maybe you can take me out, yeah maybe not

�Cause fly into the uppercut (Here they come) and hear you`re body shout

Boom shakala laka Boom shaka laka Boom!

Look out

It`s coming at you like a Kodak zoom

No, my name ain`t Roberta, don`t be giving me flak

And if you step off track, Jack,

You`re taking a turn, nap

A muscle bound sucker, mean jack to Will

When I walk on by better be glad I chill

But if y`all forfeit and I feel friction

The landlord is givin` ya teeth dental piction

X`s over eyes and birds around ya heads, flyin`

Limp all back

Look like I hit you with a bat

Eyes so black (diggy, diggy)

Look like ya must a got em painted

Damn!

That uppercut`s a mother ain`t it

Step in the ring

With the king

And you take a chance

�Cause 20 seconds later y`all be out in a ambulance

Lookin pathetic

As you wrestle paramedic

What`s up?

Felt like a truck

But it was only an uppercut

Jus last week some fool got careless (Yeah)

So I got triflin`

Went right for the bare fist

After the punch the young man didn`t want a fight

I missed his face

But I busted the stoplight

So put up you`re dukes, so you better start bookin`

A sick upperpunch

When you munchin`

And ain`t lookin`

An mx uppercut aim for your mouth

Not from the north, or the east, or the west, it`s comin`

From da south

And I`m throwin` it hard

From da south

Right up under you`re guard

From da south

And uppercut with all I got

(Watch them drop!)

Yeah

Word

(There you go)

Come, come come on….



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