DJ Jazzy Jeff

DJ Jazzy Jeff - My Buddy lyrics

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Introducing the world's greatest entertainer

The amazing Mr. Beat-Beat himself

The hardest working beatbox in show business

Ready Rock



(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)

Tell em your name, tell em your name

(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)

Ooh that was nice Ready

(Ready Rock)

Ready Rock

Hey man, hold up man

I think I wanna tell em a little about this man

Aight break it down Ready, break it down



Please pay attention, to my rhymes so I can tell you all about this pal of mine

He's my buddy, my best friend

When it's a beat I need it's a beat he'll lend

I wanna take time-out, to talk about him

Cause frankly I don't know what I would do without him

We work together like a medical crew

When I'm backin Ready up (I'm backin Prince up too)

Tryin to beat us, that doesn't make any sense

He's Ready Rock C, and I'm the Fresh Prince

In the rap industry we're ranked at first

Ain't a better combination in the whole universe

So if you wanna battle your future looks muddy

That you just can't beat, my buddy



Word, break it down break it down Ready



We've won so many battles, people think it's a trick

That when the crowd gets to judge it's US that they'll pick

They see Ready's face and then they hear my voice

To choose us as the winners is the natural choice

Because battle after battle we remain on top

Cause it's not the way we look, it's the way that we rock

So if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhyme

Just keep it and I'm sure that I can change your mind

There was ten wack dudes trying to play high post

One crew got bold and they began to boast

But said, Y'all shut up and get back in line

But they refused (what happened now) So now there's nine

Nine wack crews tryin to rock like this

They were bitin my rhymes and just couldn't resist

I said please stop bitin, please don't imitate

But they kept on bitin, so there's now there's eight

Eight wack crews poppin big time trash

Telling us that in a battle we can't last

The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their) 

There was seven

Seven wack cruise in a football huddle

Trying to figure out their next rebuttal

They came out strong you'd think their The Ultimate but we just dissed em and dismissed, so now there's six

Six wack groups, tryin to be tough

Who the hell told em they could rock the mic like us

We got straight down the business didn't pop no jive

We just blew em out, so now there's five

Five wack crews lined up in the hallway

All perpetrating like they're read to play

My secretary walked out, she asked for one more

They got scared, and left, so now there's four

Four wack crews outside playing around

I said I'll take you wall on, now how does that sound?

Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic

I said, okay I'll let you go, psych

That's the moral, of this story

Never try to take me and Ready Rock's glory

Cause if you do your future looks muddy

Cause you just can't beat me and my buddy



Haha word, uh

Yeah Ready Rock, hold up hold up hold up

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

What man what?

C'mon man, man, I wonder, can, can I just interrupt the record for a second?
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