Will Smith

[! M@ro@mD !]

 

Here He Comes

 

 

 

[scatting for the first 20 seconds]

 

[Chorus: Will Smith]

Here he comes, he can rock

He can breakdance and he can pop

He can rap, and he can act

And if it come down to it he can scrap

Hey there, here come Big Will again

 

[Will Smith]

Here I come y'all, here I come y'all

Watch your back y'all, here I come y'all

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

For years I've been tryin to rip rhymes and get mine

And spit lines hot like lava this time

I don't got a sitcom to bother with

Or a time conflict with my sci-fi hits

I'm, contemplatin each statement's wit

And I'm, concentratin on makin hits

And I'm, fittin 'em, line by line

Teeth I'm grittin 'em, tryin to find the perfect rhyme

and scheme I'm dreamin, 'bout y'all gleam and doubt

He's back from actin he's screamin out

How he practice rappin now he's devout

Every album track packs what he's about

In the past he, passed with passion

Old fashioned boldly mashin totally crashin

words up, in a disorderly fashion but

back to the lab, and guess what happened?

KABOOM, ooh-WEE! Dude's resilient

Fresh Prince was hot, the movies killed him

Wait, hold up, STOP! You can rebuild him

Lock him back in hip-hop while dude's not filmin

Shocked by the film and the TV money

Went from scenes with Uncle Phil to scenes that's sunny

It's so hard to break free from a guaranteed 20

But it's done, so come see the MC honey!

 

[Chorus]

 

[Will Smith]

Every time he touch the mic

He close his eyes and he hope to shine

And like a streak of light

Intro his name, they be like ahhhh!

 

[Chorus]

 

Here come Big Will again

Here come Big Will again!!!

[! M@ro@mD !]

Party Starter

 

 

 

Big Willie!

Uh, uh, uh - get on the floorrrr!

 

[Chorus 2X: Will Smith]

Ohhh! I'm the party starter

You might have a good time but we party harder

So, tell the DJ to play my song

And we can dance all night to the early mornin

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

Dance, an afrodesiac

Women gyratin, simulatin sensual acts

to stimulatin musical tracks

I thought I was just gon' come out at night and get a brew and relax

but nooo! Uh-uh, when you the party starter

It's like, you on call, you what the doctor ordered

It's like you gotta block the border to the door and

shock 'em when it's borin - get on the floorrrr!

Uhh, it's the groovicide bomber

Mic in my vest tight, strapped to my chest like

I'm a run up in the party holla'n

Be like, ohhh! Fulfillin my callin

Big, Will, that's my name

Writin, rhymes, that's my game

Ask me again and I'll tell you the same

Look, just write your # right next to your name girl

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

He was raised in the days when the roof was raised and

every rap occasion, new and amazin

The back of the stage is amazed and gazin

Prayin for the day they can one day praise him

Studied the ways of the game and made it

Came through the maze and the haze and played it

perfect, dazed any person hated

And cursed 'em, he was unfazed, he waited

It was worth it, he never retaliated

He saved it, slavin, on the road blazin

Dazed when he was LOW, nuttin could raise him

And came to the show and, somethin uncaged in him

Like the pope of this party crusade

I'm like braids, that's never gon' fade, ya heard?

I'm like, 23's on an Escalade

Throw me into the rave like you threw a grenade, BOOM!

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three: Will Smith]

I call for the days of the unadulterated

When the artistry was cultivated

You know back when rap was smart and multi-layered

We can rap without A&R's and ultimatums, ######!

Now today I say the praise

I long for the GOOD OL' DAYS

When the party was all about partyin

I was a mini-party starter then

My mind bends when I call my pen

The big question - should I run to mine a vittle

Food for thought or, dumb the rhyme a little?

But Will if you come too high

That'll alienate folks, and they won't buy it

Yo, look, people gettin trapped in the track

And they be clappin, even when the rappin is whack

And what happened? When did we get happy with that?

He old-fashioned? YUP! Well let's be happy he back

Ya heard me?

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Switch

 

 

 

Switch

Alright ready

Come on man, this is what I do

Yo mic check, mic check, yeah here you go

Nah, he over here

Yeah, I heard he got that hot new thing

It's called "Switch" (switch)

Let's get it going

 

[chorus]

Hey switch, turn it over and hit it

Turn around, now switch

Turn it over and hit it

 

Hey, vibe to vibe a second, it's a club girl why you arrived naked

Hear that, how the veteran glide the record

But don't download, go out and buy the record

Hey, something sexy bout her

Girl on the floor, all her friends around her

I mean real clean, ain't gotta touch or nothing

It ain't like I like a chick on chick or something

I'm just a sucker for a hot track

Gimme a drink and a chick to tell 'Stop that'

Dance is a hop and a clap, flip it round

Now bring it on back, break it down

Now switch

 

[chorus]

 

Uh uh uh

I gotta question, I need to ask somebody

Why is it that when y'all see me at the party

Y'all be looking like, "Ooh, he a movie star

He ain't supposed to be out on the floor with everybody"

But oh wait, whoa, y'all forgetting

When I was, amateur spitting before the scripts were written

First one in, last one out the club

Bursting in, passing out in the club

Back at it, this cat is the wit and the charm

Taking you higher, like a syringe hittin' ya arm

Bringing the fire, making your Benz ring the alarm

Let me see you clap, spin baby, come on

Switch

 

[chorus]

 

Oh, you just gonna stand there, huh

What you too cute to dance, or you scared

 

It ain't really that hard to do and

I aint trying to be in love with you and

All I wanted was a moment or two to

See if you could do that switch-a-roo and

Shut your mouth fool, get your crew and

The thick body and the rear one too and

I'll be right hear waiting on you to

See if y'all can do that switch-a-roo

 

Hey, hey

 

That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama

That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama

That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama

That's what I'm talking bout, switch

 

[chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Mr. Niceguy

 

 

 

[Will Smith]

He's a nice guy - how ya doin?

He's a nice guy - good to see ya!

He's a nice guy - how your mom an' 'em?

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

Mr. Nice Guy, relationship advice guy

Liked on the vices, priceless smile

Look at the eyes, got the look

of a survivor, husband, father

Dissed by Eminem but didn't bother him

Yup well he classy

Big Will just did another 20 mill', walk right past he

I'm a nice guy, why y'all harassin me, huh?

On the radio they be over-exaggeratin

So blase with they lies, they be aggravatin me

Agitatin me, but they be waitin and hatin

And they be makin me crazy but I be takin it patiently

People be messin with me, testin me, f'n with me

I wanna send a message to 'em, teach 'em a lesson quickly

They publically addressin me, disrespectin me heavily

They better be lucky the way my blessings affected me, but

{*deep breath*} Calm down Willie

You don't wanna go drop the bomb now Willie

Keep a nice flow for your mom down in Philly

On the news you go if you blow and act silly, y'know?

 

[Chorus: Will Smith]

He's a nice guy - how ya doin?

He's a nice guy - good to see ya!

He's a nice guy - sometimes y'all

mistake nice for soft, so I before I go off I just

 

[Will Smith]

RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

Will's a nice guy, why he's so nice I'd

let him date my daughter like he was a white guy

Not like the rest, he's a private polite guy

Why, if I were gay on Friday night I'd...

Larry Elder - Uncle Tom?

You're lucky I ain't make you the whole ###### rhyme

Wendy Williams, you don't know me

I'm not your punchin bag, you gon' blow me

Off, girl, better leave me alone

before I buy your radio station and send you home

Yo, it's a warnin shot over the bow

Truth be told, this ain't my style

You gotta understand some stuff a man can't allow

You better chill 'fore you climb a tree you can't get down

Okay - people dissing Will sat on a wall

People dissing Will had a great fall

All the king's horses and all the king's men

couldn't put none of their careers together again

You get it?

 

[Chorus] - 2X

 

[Will Smith]

RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH RAH

[! M@ro@mD !]

Ms. Holy Roller

 

 

 

[Will Smith]

Mic check, one two one two

This dedicated to an old friend of mine, Michelle

She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf

Now e'rything old gon' burn (please help me not do it again)

 

[Chorus: Will Smith]

Ms. Holy Roller, new angel

Wit'cha bible out shoutin and you ringin a bell

Mid-life, REBORN! And can't wait to tell

If I don't believe what you believe I'm goin to hell

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

Yo, I've been down with Jesus since Sunday school and Easter speeches

The, bible was survival that's what my grandma would teach us

Since I was 5 I've been dyin and tryin to read it

And when I did, it redefined it

Now you was 34 when you found Jesus after your life fell to pieces

Wife two times with two guys, now enlightened the speeches

seem to flow out your mouth with the hype of a preacher

Took your whole life to reach ya, now I'm a triflin creature?

 

[Chorus]

 

[Will Smith]

C'mon, if I die right this second, I reckon that God

would simply check into my life and times, dissectin my rhymes

He'll see how I've been leadin his troops

You can't do dirt your whole life and say - OOPS!

 

[interlude: Will Smith]

Now where was Jesus when you was cheatin and you was deceivin me?

Where was Jesus when you was greedy, your lawyers was bleedin me?

Where was Jesus when every weekend, a new man was livin wit'chu

Oh wait, he was with me, tryin to keep me from killin you!

Now where was Jesus when you was lyin and you was betrayin me?

When I was tryin to make it and you was hatin delayin me huh?

Where was Jesus when the ICE was thrillin ya?

Oh wait, he was with me, tryin to keep me from killin ya!

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

If I ain't know Jesus, ain't no tellin where we'd be

It's been nights I felt like beasts, I needed to fight to release it

I'm in the limelight, it's hot and the heat is ceaseless and

holdin my tongue while lil' bums cut me to pieces

The only reason's cause I studied the life of Jesus and

ventin with my pen and intendin to write and release it

But when an ex-friend slight me and slam me pretendin

I hate it, I can't stand, ###### it I really resent it

I always strive to be righteous, my version of God

The reason why I never write rap verses with curses inside

The reason I never purposely hurt person I've replied

Many teachers of God, searchin to reach as a God

Pondered the mysteries of why you be dissin me

I adore you, all I hope for you is freedom from mysery

You made mistakes and blunders, you breakin from under but yo

If I'm goin to hell, it's makin me wonder

 

[interlude]

 

[Will Smith]

The greatest atrocities ever committed on this planet have been in the name of God

This country was founded by the Puritans for the express purpose of oppressin free worship

Your attitude is the same arrogant fearful fundamentalism

that fueled the hatred, of the Crusades and the attacks of 9/11

If we are not allowed to worship God as groups and individuals free from persecution

and respect for tolerance, there's only one outcome

 

[Chorus]

 

[smith] Yo

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Lost & Found

 

 

 

[Will Smith]

Original - a first form from which varities arise

An authentic work of art as opposed to an imitation, or reproduction

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

Why should I try to sound like y'all sound?

That's what's wrong with the rap game right now

Man it's like a circus with a bunch of clowns

With a bunch of cliques I'll probably rap circles around

I spit heat rock, and I ain't talkin rollin

Soon as the beat knock I'm crown controllin

When I hear y'all that's an awful sound

I don't ride beats, I take 'em off the ground

Land 'em somewhere, show 'em the town

Even on foreign ground let 'em know I'm around

I don't follow e'rybody when it's time to rap

At one time e'rybody thought the world was flat

Sounds like you? That was my intention

I paid dues, now dudes pay attention

I live for it, even though the flicks is hittin

Crib's sick, you can see the booth from the kitchen

Speak on it, cause I saw it happen

This is hip-hop, dawg I ain't just rappin

Y'all lookin at a real MC man

You couldn't check a mic from me

 

[Chorus: Will Smith]

Why should I try to sound like y'all sound?

That's what's wrong with the rap game right now

Why should I try to flow, the way y'all flow

or do a show like y'all show, nah that ain't where my head at now

Y'all in the hip-hop lost and found

That's what's wrong with the rap game right now

Man it's like a circus with a bunch of clowns

With a bunch of cliques I'll probably rap circles around

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

Let's talk about rhyme capability

Let's talk about hip-hop versatility

Let's talk about takin the game beyond

How the hell we gon' have a battle of wits? Trick you unarmed

Let's talk about love for the game

I mean real love, back before there was fame

I'm real with it, I ain't claimin to reign

But when y'all talk about rap, y'all gon' start sayin my name

F'real though, I ain't playin

Plenty of y'all love a brother, just scared to say it

Yo, first ever rap Grammy

Let's talk about the only reason yo' ###### went to Miami - yup!

Truck with rims - check; throwback jersey - check

Champagne bottles - check; lots of models - ######!

That's the list for 90% of y'all videos and songs

Am I WRONG?!

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three: Will Smith]

Lost - when you a slave to the biz

With no care for the cost of what you sayin to kids

Found is when your lyrics are a test of time

And your mind hear that your spirit is blessed divine

Lost is when you rhyme 'til your throat gets sore

But you don't even believe what you say no more

Found is when you bleed heart into the mic

And the pain you sustain it could change a life

Lost is when you hide behind the freedom of speech

Well sure you're free to do it, but what it mean to do it

Did you mean to do it? Did you need to do it?

Did you take time to think about the seed you ruined? (HUH?)

Found as Esco did, Pres and them

Found Islam and Hill, found is Rakim

Found can be you if you felt the message

And ask yourself this question

 

[Chorus] - 2X

[! M@ro@mD !]

Tell Me Why

 

 

 

[Mary J. Blige]

Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy

Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy

 

[Chorus: Will Smith - while Mary repeats in background]

I really wish I could explain it baby

It's just the world is kinda crazy baby

Ain't no pretty way to paint it baby

Don't cry, dry your eyes

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

September 11th I woke up about 7 AM

West coast time, french toast and my turkey bacon

Takin my time awakin, turnin my TV on

To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw

Me and my children, images were chillin

My son said - daddy were there people in that building?

A cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my chest

I heard his question, couldn't bring my lips to say yes to him

That night at my son's side, he cried

And prayed for the ones who died in the World Trade

His palms to God, seeds of qualms with God

He just, kept on pressin me, wanna know why

Then one week later our bombs were dropped

We seein them, on CNN, they just won't stop

The infrared, images of brutal attack

He said "Daddy now we killin 'em back," right right

 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning)

 

[interlude: Mary J. Blige]

Souls are captured (souls are captured)

Dreams are stolen (dreams are stolen)

Hearts are broken (hearts are broken)

Evil plaguin he rewardin

Hate surrender (hate surrender)

Love exaulted! (Love exaulted!)

HOPE ELATED! (HOPE ELATED!)

Negativity DESTROYED AND..

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

Honest to God, why is the bomb always gettin the last word

and why, did her uncles have to molest her

and why, did all them cops have to be shootin to kill?

And why, did all them priests have to act so ill?

Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched?

Tell my why did Malcolm and Martin depart from us

Tell me why did the sniper make that little boy shoot

And why, is human life always denied for loot?

Tell me WHY did MANDELA have to live in a cage

Why did my brother Sterling have to die at that age

Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate

And why the {*BLEEP*} can't love, seem to defeat hate?

Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to eat?

Why did 'Pac and Biggie Smalls have to fall in the street?

Tell me why did Jam Master Jay have to go that way?

Please, what am I supposed to say my kids when they say

 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X as before

 

[Verse Three: Will Smith]

Can't explain it baby life is just really crazy

I mean if it's world wars or the life of a little baby

We got more stores than they got rice under buddha lazy

You live four scores and still it be drivin you crazy

But for me I try to see the button side

Sometimes it be like the goodness be tryin to hide

or tryin to flee, but it can't, it's deep inside

Sweetie you be the light for others, make 'em believe in God

 

[interlude]

[! M@ro@mD !]

I Wish I Made That / Swagga

 

 

 

Yo, ain't no better man for this hype track

Just the veteran taking the mic back

David Letterman even said he like that track man

Even though he ain't a rap fan

Black radio, they won't play though

Ever since "Summertime" they ain't liked none of mine

Even though the fans went out & bought enough

I guess they think Will ain't hard enough

Maybe I should just have a shoot out

Run up in the bank, bustin', grabbin' all the loot out

Whoop somebody ######, taking my boot out

Right on TV so ya'll can see me

Just ignorant, attacking, actin' rough

I mean, then will I be black enough

Oh wait maybe I'll jack a truck

Full of cigarettes, guns & drugs & stuff

 

[CHORUS - (2x)]

Get that

I wish I would of made that

Lean back

I wish I would of made that

I wish I woulda told the girls to 'drop it like it hot'

Summer, Summer, Summertime

Seem like all I got

 

I always envied how ya'll rock wit Dre & the Chronic

The way that Tupac, Biggie, 50 and Jigga got it

A lot like L.L., Chuck D, Slick & Dougie

I think ya'll love me, but ya'll place other rappers above me

& I don't know if you feel my flow

& be at my show & you'll see where I should go

On the charts of rhyme arts & thoughts in rap form

Damnit, I expanded the platform

Damnit, this Cat's on a rap song

Yeah, it ain't no braids or plats on

Ain't on stage wit no gats on

You know I'm afraid, getting' my act on

It might have stunted my growth

But I wanted them both

& I hope that it would be less tougher

You do two things & then they both gonna suffer

I chose to act & it broke my heart not to rap

Prodigal son, clever, better than ever, back

CHORUS

 

[iNTRO - CHORUS]

I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got, I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

Yo, do you see that lil' bop in my step

Do you see the little drop to the left, huh, yo...

Baseball cap, Timbs when I walk

Do you see that lil' grin when I talk, huh, yo

Do you see me sorta glide when I slide

See lean to the side in my ride, huh, yo...

Do you see it's no ice on my wrist

Fish still bite just like this... right, right

Do you know what it mean when you see a dude's chick on TV gleamin', huh?

Know what it mean to be on the scene & in the audience "Ali", beamin', yo!

I must have a 'S' on my chest, I recovered from the Wild, Wild West, yes!

Yo, I been up the creek without a paddle

Now I'm back on the saddle,

I got my swagga back

 

[CHORUS]

I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got my swagga back

I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back

I got my swagga back

 

All you see that you see when you seeing me, you ain't seeing all to be seen

Cause there's more for you to see than when you see me on the scene in my

media machine

I mean madness, sickness, sadness, swaggerless back in the day

Fat, ugly chicks in New York on the radio, saying I'm gay

I had a bonafide downside frown with the swagga not around in my life

Bank account found minimal amounts when countin' cause of my now ex-wife

I had the boar-thick wall & all that, endure pitfalls & all that, fallin'

callin' for help

With no call back, where was ya'll at, gimme the ball back

I got my swagga back

 

[CHORUS]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Pump Ya Brakes

 

 

 

[intro: Snoop Dogg]

Snoop Dogg, Big Will

Ay lil' homey you need to {*"pump ya brakes"*}

Real talk, we came to have a good time

We ain't got all that time for all that

Man homey look {*"pump ya brakes"*}

Now slide right, and just {*"pump ya brakes"*}

Wanna holla at you in a minute

F'real, ha ha {*"pump ya brakes"*}

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

All this excess, stress I can't take it

Slow that thing down, pump ya brakes kid

Why you gotta be all up in the face kid?

The AVS'll get you numbers and a name, kid

I mean really, houndin on girl

Was that really necessary, see your itinerary

is all awe, you need to be hauled off

She start flippin, she ain't trippin, it's your loss

This a simple case of a anti-brake pumper

You don't have to talk to women bumper to bumper

That mighta got you a couple numbers when you were younger

But dude switch your whole approach, that ain't proper

Be a gentlemen and try to be gentle man

The essence of stimulation mental man

But if you actin like you just got out a kennel man

Put your foot on the pedal and, pump

 

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]

If your girl in your face and she out of place

What you need to tell her is {*"pump ya brakes"*}

Now if you out but your girls they pressin you hard

What you need to tell 'em is {*"pump ya brakes"*}

Now if you underage and you actin all grown

What you need to do is {*"pump ya brakes"*}

If you offended by this record and you know it's you

What you need to do is {*"pump ya brakes"*}

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

Outside the restaurant, girl sees boys

Girl likes boy, girl meets boy (boy)

Boy doesn't know that girl thinks he's fly (fly)

Boy's a nice guy so boy says hi (hi)

Boy's girlfriend returns from goin to park

She sees them together this ignites a spark (what?)

Boy's girlfriend has a real loud bark

Now this is where the pumping of the brake should start

Girlfriend thinks that somethin's goin on

Girl tells girlfriend nuttin's goin on

Boy in the middle of the commotion beginnin

Girlfriend mad cause boy keeps grinnin

Now why is he grinnin? But that's beside the point

Girlfriend she chill 'fore they rolled up in the joint

Jumpin to conclusions get you nowhere honey

Pump ya brakes and be a crash test dummy

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three: Snoop Dogg]

Rule #1, is just like 2

The who-dos and what-nots and what you should dizzoo

No loud talkin, no back talkin

If you do either believe it you back walkin

I hate to sound rude but then again I have to

My rap bang and my mack game it'll smack you

Click-clack you, spit at you

I don't do it cause I want to, I do it cause I GAT to

I gotta question to ask you

Would you fall, stand tall, ball, or let him smash you?

If I was you, and you was I

Would you keep it G, or would you stay fly?

If you was rich, in a ditch, livin low, would you push the button

keep it cuttin, or would you just let it go?

Calm down lil' homey

And know what you dealin wit before you run up on me

 

[Chorus]

 

{*"pump ya brakes"*} to end

[! M@ro@mD !]

If U Can't Dance (Slide)

 

 

 

[Will Smith]

Yo, if you can't dance, it's cool to get up now

Yeah see usually y'all stand off on the side

Y'know you're a lil' embarrased or whatever

But this one of them joints for e'rybody

So get up on up, but keep it simple, slide

 

[Chorus: Smith + Scherzinger]

If you can't dance then this is your jam, baby

Left to right, all night, slide - that's all you gotta do

If you can't dance then this is your jam, baby

Left to right, all night, slide - that's all you gotta do

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

Now we all know the boy at the club, all liquored up

or with the bub tryin to pick 'em up

Whack dancin, wookin pa nub

His shirt too bright, pants too tight, boy settle down

Now I ain't just messin wit'chu

I got better things to do, I'm tryin to help

I got a lesson for you, I know you do the best you could do

Wanna get next to boo? Then the less you do, the better

Cause women equate dance with sex

They gon' see you, and be like - next

But you gon' be like, hold up ma! - next

But she gon' be like, uh-uh pah! - next

Now looka here, rule number one, know your name

It ain't Usher, Justin, Hammer? Then we can touch ya

Rule number two, never do a dance you can't do

Why stupid? You can't do it

 

[Chorus]

 

[Will Smith]

So I'm up in my spot in Miami the other night right

And this dude out on the floor OD'n, just way overdancin

You know so his mami wanna holla at me

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

She thought my name was Billy, I told her it was Willie

She said she watched my TV show and I was very silly

Told her I was from Philly, she looked at me said really?

And judgin from her t-shirt I could tell that she was chilly

So I gave her my sweater, she said her name was Etta

She said she come from Cuba and she just had bought a Jetta

She said she glad I met her, let's go somewhere together

She said she'd ride in my car, cause she knew my car was better

The conversation cookin, attention gettin tooken

My Spidey Sense is tinglin, I felt somebody lookin

Now who this brother lookin, and now he runnin bookin

I'm mad I'm like the fisherman I almost had my hook in

I figured I should get up, and quickly clear my head up

Rosetta got a man, got me feelin kinda set up

Now dude was really fed up, and yo he wouldn't let up

Homey if I hit you you might never ever get up

Now he was not a dancer, plus he wasn't handsome

Comin like Mel Gibson like I had his girl from ransom

Pedro wanna go outside

Yo amigo, tranquilo, slide

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three: Will Smith]

Now rule number three is easy

Please re-member that you ain't on Beach Street

The sweet beat you ain't tryin to win no TV

Another dude get a move no need to outdo it

Rule number four, out on the floor

Don't be doin moves that don't nobody do no more

Draw too much attention it be adventureous on the floor

There's a reason that don't nobody do 'em no more, you feel me?

This may be hilarious

But rule number five is SERIOUS, uh

It's a shame to even have to discuss

But it's no lip bitin or pelvic thrusts, I mean

You think that move'll put the sting on her?

You too close, tryin to put a ring on her?

You don't know that girl, don't cling on her

And don't put your thing on her, cool?

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Could U Love Me

 

 

 

[Will Smith]

Uhh.. hoo!

Uh, yo, Big Will, in the place to be

Mic check and uh, mic check and uh

Uh, uh, yo

Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town?

Would you love me if my pants was hand-me-downs?

Hah, huh?

Yo, yo

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

Often times I hear a phrase when I'm out and about

8 to 80 all walks of life be shoutin it out

Usually when it's time for an encore I hear it

But when I did somethin hot it broke in the spirit

It's weird, it's like a double-edged sword when y'all applaud

It's kinda wild, a peace sign, a smile

How do I respond to the phrase "I love you Will!"

Kinda heavy when I hear it - be like "###### f'real?"

In a way it make me wanna stay strong and moral

But history, say I could be gone tomorrow

And though my future look floral, it feel like I'm open

for much pain, when people stop shoutin my name

And doubtin my game, likin others better than me

Writin, letters to him instead of letters to me

A veteran B, I know the game, but do me this here

In your heart be clear before you bless my ear, c'mon

 

[Chorus: Will Smith]

Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town?

Could you love me if my pants was hand-me-down?

Could you love me if my wrists ain't bling?

If I wasn't on TV, and I ain't sing, huh?

Could you love me if my whip wasn't chrome fitted?

Will my name be easier to forget it, huh?

Could you love me if my wrists ain't bling?

If I wasn't on TV, and I ain't sing, huh?

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

I pray before I sit with a pen and a pad

A birth of a thought occurs, and it calls me dad

And to the universe an idea, released from me

Just a CD? Nah man, a piece of me

But you can't see it that when you be dancin B

As I asked you a question that's how you answer me

So when you don't dance it be like I'm chokin from cancer

Like I wrote rancid rhymes, I can't survive, sure

I rationalize, like oh I see

But if you don't like my cut it's like you don't like me

Some stuff works, some works, not so well

It's like you work like hell, still get hurt like hell

Yo, it can tear you apart

But don't let your wins go to your head, your losses go to your heart

And if we ever get the pleasure to meet

Be clever wit and please measure what you yell in the street, c'mon

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Loretta

 

 

 

This is a true story

{*"Ms. Loretta"* - 2X}

 

[Chorus: Will Smith singing]

Loretta, wrote a love letter to a stranger

Thought that he would change her life

Thought she would be his wife

Ohhh Loretta, never ever met him no danger

Her love for him sustain her

Thought that he would change her life

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

Ms. Loretta, a young girl, I never really met her

A fun girl, a real go-getter I heard

A gold Jetta a fool with books a nerd

And so I'm told hooked on my every word

Oh so bold, a love letter, cleverly worded

In her jacket pocket, wrapped inside a platinum locket

In the shape of a heart, with pictures of me

Had it inscribed, no us - no him - then no me

She fell in love with "The Prince of Bel-Air"

Fantasy was to see me and to be with me there

So she wrote a love letter to me, and then she signed it Loretta

She said I gotta go get him, Will is my soul mate

We gotta be together, how could we not be together?

Oh wait, if I send the letter

I mean how will I be sure that they give it to him

What if they don't give it to him, that'd ruin everything

I gotta take it to him myself

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

She packed all that she owned into the back of her Jetta

Her backpack and her cell phone and her love letter

Most of her stuff was done up with, pictures of me on it

With the phrase "it's gonna be" on it

Her mother beggin her, please come home

And then, Loretta resentin her, leave me alone ma

I won't leave my destiny unfilled

You just jealous because daddy ain't as sweet as my Will, click

To the front gate at NBC

In June or July, backstage at MTV

She would drive any place that they mentioned I'd be

Told herself strive for love and God eventually

would give me to her, and her to me

This was meant to be

14 months outside every event that I be at

She still keep missin me

And now she, gettin high with more frequency now

Rage rumblin inside, got to be with me now

Then she heard I married Jada - she took her love letter out

And she wrote down P.S. - I hate her

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three: Will Smith]

Kodak Center, where the Oscars is at

She sleep, gettin woke up by the cops in the back

By a dumpster, didn't even greet 'em with fear

Grinnin ear to ear, said my husband meetin me here

You know him, he nominated for his flick Ali

And it'll be hell to pay if y'all pick on me

Don't put that stick on me, hell no I'm not leavin

Get your hands off, don't make them things click on me

Kickin and screamin, you intervenin

This is fate, Mr. what you mean that I ain't?

What you mean it seem like I ain't? Ooh you like my mom

And our love gon' survive y'all hate

God gon' take, me to my destiny

Y'all only are seein one side of me, Will gon' see the rest of me

He gon' see the best of me if I could only get him next to me

He gon' bring my blessings to me, I know it!

 

[Chorus] - 2X

[! M@ro@mD !]

Wave Em Off

 

 

 

[Verse One: Will Smith]

From a distance

Your witness, the glow from my entourage

Gravitate toward the ambience

See me and my men on CNN

Then the birth of the inevitable hate begin

Cause hate is the child of greatness

The group between me yo and the Smiths and the Matrix

Yin to the yang, it just must be

Ask anybody with a Grammy or an MVP

 

[interlude] + (Will Smith)

I can't stop, get out, I don't need this hate around me

All yo' negativity might drown me

I just try to go hard, doin my job

Stop! Get out, the whole world love cause I do what I do

And I don't like the energy comin from you

Tryin to play me soft, wave 'em off (I just)

 

[Chorus] + (Will Smith)

Wave 'em off, yeahhh

(I ain't concerned wit'cha hatin, that don't slow down my paper makin)

Wave 'em off, yeahhh (While the whole world recognize)

(You lookin at me with them crooked eyes)

Wave 'em off, yeahhh (Love me I paved the way)

(Boys, we can't behave this way, c'mon)

Wave 'em off, yeahhh (And while the whole world recognize)

(You lookin at me with them crooked eyes)

 

[Verse Two: Will Smith]

Comin of age, I invaded nations

On stage I seen Haitian or Asian faces

No vacations just more locations

I go places so chasin my vocation

So demonstratin the way to be patient

with life's test, through my IRS situation

My guess is my dedication don't faze ya

A public sensation, in private you hatin, why?

That's so last year, that's so not sexy

But I shall not let the hate stress me

I got bigger fish to fry

I can stand on my wallet probably kiss the sky

When, I close my eyes, I wish that I

Could change how you get ###### when I

Do things you can't deny

Truth is, great do need hate to survive, so I

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Three: Will Smith]

Block 'em out, ignore em, wave 'em off

Don't pay these jokers no mind, wave 'em off

They just all mad cause they in the coat section

of the hate train and they can't get off

Still flamin boys, stayin clear of the hatin

is the best defense, tryin to X-C excellence

Same way hope come with fear

Yo greatness lives here, then hateness lives here

Trust

 

[interlude]

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Scary Story

 

 

 

Willow

Daddy can you tell me a story?

Will

Oh you wanna hear a story? What kind of story you wanna hear baby?

Willow

A scary story

[VERSE 1]

Oh, ok

Once upon a time there was a kid who wanted nothin' more than to rhyme

Almost like he was born in the rhyme

He thought of his rhymes almost all of the time

And he fought with his mom

His school getting caught with his rhyme book

And he knew he shouldn't of took it there in the first place

At least he shouldn't of been sittin lookin there in her face with it

Teacher told him get it out of her class

Wicked witch, trick told him that's probably why you won't pass

Now if you shy you won't last but you're new

So underneath his breath before he left he said I'm a be richer then you

What you say? She said.

What you mean? He said.

Boy don't you play, she said.

What you mean? He said. Damnit.

Ten minutes later standin up in the principles office

Getting handed the phone clammed up cause his father was talking

And he was ###### he wasn't listening to his son.

You testing me? You messin up again

You done boy.

[CHORUS]

This is just a story about a young man comin up in the rap game

A real scary story

Went from rags to riches it has goblins in it haters and witches. Uh.

 

[REPEAT CHORUS]

 

[VERSE 2]

First thing he did was find somebody to give him some money.

He wasn't stupid but wasn't using his senses honey.

The guy's he meant was a little shady, a little funny.

But they gave him the money so they played the record company.

It sounds silly but when he grew up in Philly rhymin wasn't what it is today

Deals wasn't a dime a dozen

Today every sister, uncle, or mom or cousin gotta record deal

But for real it wasn't like that then.

As you could imagine when he started risin to fame and fortune he was

havin Started antagonizing the guy's he was with

At the same time he started realizing

The deal he got from them guys in his eyes didn't fly with size of his hits

He called a meeting to find a solution.

He said I'm gettin beat out of my loot

And I'm not recording no more until we find a solution

The dude's said we found a solution its this .44

He ran for the door a little shaken

But the next day he found a lawyer, told him the situation

He said I'm breakin this contract for ya

He said how much the lawyer said I'm a charge you a quarter cause I like you

Just do me a favor

get your life in order

 

[CHORUS]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Switch (R&b Remix)

 

 

 

(feat. Robin Thicke)

 

Ladies and Gentleman

Thankyou very much for coming out this evening

Yeah Thank You

Thank You

Please take the Dance Floor

Uh I would like to welcome you to the Switch remix

Now all you got to do is let your body move

And just (woo)

 

Vibe the vibe a second, it's a club girl why you arrived naked

Hear that, how the veteran glide the record

But don't download, go out and buy the record

Something sexy about a,

Girl on the floor, all her friends around her

I mean real clean, ain't gotta touch or nothing

It ain't like I like a chick on chick or something

Just a sucker for a hot track,

Gimme a drink and a chick to tell 'Stop that'

Dance is a hop and a clap, flip it round

Now bring it on back, break it down

Now Switch!

 

I don't want nobody sitting on the wall (Switch)

If you didn't come to dance then why'd you come at all (Switch)

Heres your chance (heres your chance)

Take my hand (take my hand)

Do that dance

Girl lets Switch

 

I gotta question, I need to ask somebody

Why is it that when y'all see me at the party

Y'all be looking like 'Ooo he a movie star

He ain't supposed to be out on the floor with everybody'

But oh wait, whoa y'all forgetting

When I was, amateur spitting before the scripts were written

First one in, last one out the club

Bursting in, passing out in the club

Back at it, this cat is the wit and the charm

Taking you higher like a syringe hittin ya arm

Bringing the fire, making you Benz ring the alarm

Let me see you clap, spin baby come on

Switch!

 

I don't want nobody sitting on the wall (Switch)

If you didn't come to dance then why'd you come at all (Switch)

Heres your chance (heres your chance)

Take my hand (take my hand)

Do that dance

Girl lets Switch

 

I don't want to see you standing when you look as fine as you (to the left one time girl)

I don't want to see you standing when you look as fine as you (to the back one time girl)

I don't want to see you standing baby looks as fine as you (to the right one time girl)

I don't want to see you standing girl look so fine as you (slide it up front slide it up front)

 

Left right east west up down north south (Robin Thicke)

Left right east west up down (Big Will)

 

Look so fine as you baby

 

Keep switchin whether you in your car or kitchen

Switch and hittin like it's a brand new dancing religion

Chance collision with robin thicke advancing my mission

Dancing vision by my man O Money keep switchin

 

I don't want nobody sitting on the wall (nobody on the wall)

If you didn't come to dance then why'd you come at all (dance with my mama)

Heres your chance (heres your chance) (its ya chance baby)

Take my hand(take my hand) (take my hand baby)

Do that dance (do that dance do that dance)

Girl now Switch baby

 

I don't want nobody sitting on the wall

If you didn't come to dance then why'd you come at all (uh ya don't stop)

Heres your chance (as fine as you baby) (ya don't stop)

Take my hand (as fine as you baby) (ya won't stop/you cant stop)

Do that dance (so fine as you baby) (you dont stop/you wont stop)

Girl lets Switch

Huh Big Will (Switch)

Thank y'all very much for coming out this evening (look so fine as you) (Switch)

The love that I feel in this room (look so fine as you) (Switch)

Is beyond compare (look so fine as you)