From Da South Lyrics

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From Da South Lyrics

by DJ Jazzy Jeff 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)



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