Lyrics:
Fred Fresh

Fred Astaire I'm gonna hold her in my arms Just like Fred Astaire I'm gonna hold her in this charm Like Fred Astaire, like Fred Astaire Like Fred Astaire

of them fresh ones A fresh one Jeffrey, no music, no music That was decent, that was decent That's my DJ, that's my DJ Jazzy Jeff, I'm the Fresh Prince

(Get down) [ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ] I was.. cruisin down the avenue, early one Friday When I saw what I thought was a lady walkin my way I turned

Planet Rock on the bop, that jam's on point I used to rhyme in the mirrior, like I was down with UTFO Doug E. Fresh singin' a show for a big kid I had

red Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em lemon heads Lemon head end up dead, Ice like guinepeg Gemstones, Flinstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred

, covered in blood, gaspin' for air, clingin' for dear life Nigga you dead right? Since you was a baby, coward We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder So fresh

cap, or should I let him survive, I'm trapped in the plan designed by another man, I ain't contributin to genocide, cause I'm colorblind. . . I'm fresh

what he's gonna say makin sure it sounded right as he turned the corner by the milk and orange juice playin tonsil hockey with the spotty guy from fresh

girls won't be on you Fred, your face is all burnt" Fred got mad and his head started steaming But I've thought what the hell I'm only dreamin' I said please leave Fred