A Nightmare On My Street - DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Now I have a story that I'd like to tell About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred He wears the same hat and sweater every single day And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway He's home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right And we had just gotten off of tour last night So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy If we summoned up the posse and down watch a movie I got Angie, Jeff got Tina Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life That was alright though, 'cause lady was chill Then we dipped to the theatre set to ill Buggin', cold havin' a ball And somethin' 'bout Elm Street was the movie we saw The way it started was decent You know, nothin' real fancy About this homeboy named Fred And this girl named Nancy But, word! When it was over, I said, yo, that was def! And everything seemed alright when we left But when I got home and laid down to sleep That began the nightmare, on my street It was burnin' in my room like an oven My bed soaked with sweat, and man, I was buggin' I checked the clock, and it stopped at 12:30 It had melted it was so darn hot, and I was thirsty I wanted something cool to quench my thirst I thought to myself, Yo! This heat is the worst But when I got downstairs, I noticed something was wrong I was home all alone, but the TV was on I thought nothin' of it as I grabbed the remote I pushed the power button, and I then almost choked When I heard this awful voice comin' from behind, it said "You are my favorite rapper, but now you must die!" Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was Broke inside my drawers and screamed, so long 'cause! Got halfway up the block, I calmed down and stopped screamin' And thought, Oh, I get it, I must be dreamin' I strolled back home with a grin on my grill I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince But Freddy killed all that noise real quick He grabbed me by my neck and said "Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you The souls of your friends, you and I will claim You've got the body, and I've got the brains." I said, yo, Fred. I think you've got me all wrong I ain't partners with nobody with nails that long Look, I'll be honest man, this team won't work The girls won't be yours, Fred, your face is all burnt Fred got mad and his head started steamin' But I thought what the hell, I'm only dreamin' I said, please leave Fred, so I can get some sleep But gimme a call, and maybe we'll hang out next week I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by. Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!" He got mad, threw back his arm, and slashed my shirt I laughed at first, then thought, Hold up, that hurt It wasn't a dream, man, this guy was for real I said, Freddy, uh, uh, there's been an awful mistake here. No further words, and then I darted upstairs Crashed through my door then jumped on my bed Pulled the covers up over my head and said Oh please, do somethin' with Fred! He jumped on my bed and threw the covers with his claws Tried to get me but my alarm went off. and then Silence It was a whole new day, I thought Heh, I wasn't scared of him, anyway Until I noticed those rips in my sheets And that was proof that there had been a nightmare, on my street Oh man, I gotta call Jeff, I gotta call Jeff C'mon, c'mon C'mon Jeff, answer C'mon man Hello Jeff, it's Prince man, Jeff, wake up Jeff, wake up What do you want? Jeff, wake up, man. Listen to me. Jeff It's 3 o'clock in the morning, what do you want? Jeff, listen, Jeff, would you listen to me? Whatever you do, don't Fall asleep Man Jeff listen to me. Don't go to sleep Look, I'll talk to you tomorrow, I'm goin' to bed Jeff! Jeff! Jeff, answer me, Jeff I'm your D.J. now, Princy ha ha ha

Verse 1: Here's a little story 'bout a Friday night, Buckwild, 'cause yo, that's kind of my style, Check it, On the town with a girl named Kay-Bee, And a bow-wow-wow yippie-yo yippie any way, I was straight out illin', Why do I say so? 'casue yo, my girl was home chillin, Fancy resteraunt me and Kay frontin, It was called Lay... um, Jay... um, somethin, I was ready to attack her, unh, Giving this sexy look like Dracula, A little bit of soft music playin, And Don Perrier, it was on, know what I'm sayin, Every thing was lovely, but then, What the damn, my girlfriend walked in, Oh my goodness, danger, trouble, dread, Oh I'm dead, mayday code red Verse 2: My oh my, what am I to do? Gotta get away, cause my girlfriend's coming through, Um Jay, I gotta, um, well, see, there's well, this, um, exscuse me, To the back with the mucho-quickness, My girl's gonna kill me and leave no witnesses, I'm in the bathroom hiding like a punk, But there's bars on the windows, I can't jump, Exit stage left, quickly plan B, Gotta find a way that my girl won't see me, Crawling on the floor, I'm feeling sick, Like this some old Charlie Chaplin flick, ? Pound and a round a mile-a-minute, This time I really done did it, Down on my hands and knees on the floor, I'm looking at the front door, Ready, set, make the dash, Her back is turned, maybe I can get past, I almost made it, but then, damn, she turned her head, Code red Break it on down Verse 3: All was perfect, the ship was sailing, But now it's sinking, so yo, I'm bailin', I kept on runnin' even though she saw me, And I sat and waited at home for baby to call me, I watched a little TV, Phone started ringing 'bout 12: 23, I picked it up real slow, and said, "Mmmmm.hello?", She wasn't having it, she snapped, went bezerk, Girl made my head hurt, I tried to be as cool as I could be, I said hey, wadn't me, She wasn't having that melody, Needless to say, she left me, Another brother just couldn't control his head, (the other one) Code red

Yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo (Ring my bell, ring my bell) Yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo (Ring my bell, ring my bell) I'm just a telephone call away You can pick it up and call me any day And Ima listen to all you got to say Cause I'm the type of man that never turn a woman away Think of this as an invitation Your heart to mine in a conversation So when things get to much to bare like The Jackson 5 "I'll be there" Just call me up on the telephone Call me up when you're all alone And I'll give you a verbal massage Until your man gets home Or if you want to you know what you could do, well You could always hop in your car and you could come and ring my bell Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell, ring my bell) Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell) RI-I-ING! I hate to see you cry, tear after tear while this guy Plays you like your life is a game I've seen his type and there all the same Breaking your heart without a care Girl if I was in you shoes he'd be outta there Your man is wak good for nothin' but flack I'd tell him to pack and hit the road Jack Who loves ya baby I do you know He doesn't care about you let him go Where he at now? You don't know Layin' up under some whole double waste Just let me chill, no need for me to get ill Cause yo I'm the best and yo time will tell But I'll be here so ring my bell Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell, ring my bell) Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell) RI-I-ING Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell, ring my bell) Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell) RI-I-ING Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell, ring my bell) Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell) RI-I-ING Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell, ring my bell) Ring my bell, ring my bell (Ring my bell) RI-I-ING

Intro/Chorus: *sung* Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Verse One: Fresh Prince Here it is the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm Just a little somethin' to break the monotony Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be A little bit out of control it's cool to dance But what about the groove that soothes that moves romance Give me a soft subtle mix And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it And think of the summers of the past Adjust the base and let the alpine blast Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme And put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime Chorus Verse Two: Fresh Prince School is out and it's a sort of a buzz But back then I didn't really know what it was But now I see what have of this The way that people respond to summer madness The weather is hot and girls are dressing less And checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best Ridin around in your jeep or your benzos Or in your nissan stting on lorenzos Back in Philly we be ou in the park A place called the plateau is where everybody go Guys out hunting and girls doing likewise Honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes She turn around to see what you beeping at It's like the summers a natural afrodesiac And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme To hit you and get you equipped for the summer time Chorus Verse Three: Fresh Prince It's late in the day and I ain't been on the court yet Hustle to the mall to get me a short set Yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair Cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there The temperature's about 88 Hop in the water plug just for old times sake Break to ya crib change your clothes once more Cause you're invited to a barbeque that's starting at 4 Sitting with your friends cause y'all remincise About the days growing up and the first person you kissed And as I think back makes me wonder how The smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia All the kids playing out front Little boys messin round with the girls playing double-dutch While the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family reunion Then six o'clock rolls around You just finished wiping your car down It's time to cruise so you go to the summertime hangout It looks like a car show Everybody come lookin real fine Fresh from the barber shop or fly from the beauty salon Every moment frontin and maxin Chillin in the car they spent all day waxin Leanin to the side but you can't speed through Two miles an hour so everybody sees you There's an air of love and of happiness And this is the Fresh Prince's new defintion of summer madness Chorus