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    Yeah Yeah Hell Yeah

    Come on

    So all you people on the left

    (Are you ready to rock the house)

    People on the right

    (Are you ready to rock the house)

    People up front

    (Are you ready to rock the house)

    Man in the back

    (Are you ready to rock the house)

    Well say Ho (Ho)

    Say ho ho (ho ho)

    Say ho ho ho (ho ho ho)

    Now Scream

    Mic check

    Are you ready yet

    Well get set

    'cause I'm about to jet like a corvette

    With the quickness snap it like a whip

    It's a sickness that's making my rhymes rip

    Peddle to the metal

    94 octane

    Flow like the rain

    And I aim to entertain

    Like it or not

    FP wont stop

    Because I'm the cream of the crop

    So sss hot

    Up and down they go just watch them

    Up and down they go (Jump, Jump)

    And as they go

    Well I'm a show

    Them that I can flow

    But homie should I stop though?

    Hell No

    But no wait ah ah until the end I

    Kick the volume pump the adrenaline I

    Watch the crowd sway

    Every time we play

    Each and every day

    We make the crowd say

    Ho (Ho)

    Say ho ho (ho ho)

    Say ho ho ho (ho ho ho)

    Now Scream

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    Once again I'm in the house

    When I be rippin it

    The crowd be kickin it

    This boy's bad

    With a pen and a pad

    Records selling like mad

    People thought it was a fad

    Cause back in the day some folks weren't with it

    What's this rap thing? They just ain't get it

    They didn't understand, they didn't quite see

    It's all about adrenaline, straight up energy

    So everybody say hey (hey)

    So everybody say hey (hey)

    I wanna rip it J

    Well homie go ahead man

    I wanna rip it J

    Well homie go ahead yeah

    Yo a super dooper

    Party trooper

    Never been a party pooper

    Heart breakin

    Money makin

    Man they get them parties shakin

    Music pumpin

    Crowd is jumpin

    Giving people what they want

    And always rhymin all the time and check it

    Yo and now

    I wanted to make up a record that I could just rock at the ???
    of the time

    I wanted to make it so funky that it would just stick in the
    back of your mind

    I wanted it simple so people could sing it and dance while their
    bopping their heads

    So gimme the uh gimme the uh gimme the uh gimme the uh Yeah

    That's the way ah ha ah ha I like it ah ha ah ha yeah

    Let it go yo

    the boys are all pro

    so get on the floor right now and let me hear you say ho (ho)

    Say ho ho (ho ho)

    Say ho ho ho (ho ho ho)

    Now Scream

    Come on all the ladies in the house

    All the pretty young ladies in the house

    Let me hear you say aahh owww (aahh owww)

    Come on say aahh owww (aahh owww)

    Homeboys make some noise let me hear you say Yeah

    (Yeah)

    say hell yeah (hell yeah)

    now scream

    For years they been tryin to figure out how to stop the prince

    They say that im conceited but I'm not it's just confidence

    Rougher than an outlaw quicker than the flash

    For records to movie to TV I'm grabbing cash and I'm dashing

    The P [R] I (n) C (E)

    With the fresh on the front

    And I'm a give you what you want

    Step on stage and just rip it as I laugh

    Tear down the house leaving lookin like backdraft

    All night I'm on the flow on

    And I'm a go on

    On the stage

    In a rage

    I'm a flow on

    You read the billboard then I'm sure that you know

    The riggidy riggidy rhymes are riggidy rhyme and climb to uno

    Uh uh uh yo don't don't don't

    Jeff will we be taking out?

    (No, no, no)

    the only other crew that play the way that we play

    and all day, everyday, we play to make the crowd say

    Ho (Ho)

    Say ho ho (ho ho)

    Lemme hear you say ho ho ho (ho ho ho)

    Now Scream

    Come on say Ho (Ho)

    Come on say ho ho (ho ho)

    One more time say ho ho (ho ho)

    Now scream

    It's hot y'all

    You don't stop y'all

    I keep on

    Till the break of dawn

    It's like a little boy blue blowing on his horn

    Its like a daylight dance marathon

    It's like a grasshopper hopping on the morning lawn

    And you know its got to be

    You know it's got to be

    You know it's really, really, got to be

    Now you know it's got to be on

    Yeah

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    Composition: Kevin J Wales, The Fresh Prince, and Austin Dallas

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