Nightmare on 4th Street (feat. Freddie Cruger, Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince) - Waka Flocka Flame

Yo, back up now an' give a brother room The fuse is lit an' I'm about to go boom Mercy, mercy, mercy me My life is a cage but on stage I'm free Hyped up, psyched up, ready for wil'in' Standin' in a crowd of girls like an island I see the one I wanna sit, come here, cutie I flip 'em around an' then I work that booty Work the body, work, work the body Slow down, girl, you're 'bout to hurt somebody Oh an' yo, let's get just one thing clear There's only one reason why I came here Ya really don't want me to tig a tig a tig a Tell ya wassup, go Ya really don't want me to tig a tig a tig a Tell ya wassup, go Ya really don't want me to tig a tig a tig a Tell ya wassup, go I came here tonight to hear the crowd go Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Tic, tic, tic, tic, boom Well, yo, are y'all ready for me yet? Pump it up, Prince Well, yo, are y'all ready for me yet? Pump it up, Prince Well, yo, are y'all ready for me yet? Pump it up, Prince Well, here I go, here I go, here I, here I go Yo, dance in the aisles when the Prince steps to it The rhyme is a football, y'all an' I went an' threw it Out in the crowd an' yo, it was a good throw How do I know? Because the crowd went, "Hoo" In response to the way that I was kickin' it Smooth an' individual, rhymes always original Like the Dr. Jekyll man an' this is my Hyde side I am the driver an' you're on a rap ride So fellas? Yeah? Are y'all wit me? Yeah I said fellas? Yeah? Are y'all wit me? Yeah Why don't you tell the girls what y'all wanna do Ya wanna ooh ahh ahh ahh ahh ooh That's right, yo an' I'm in the flow So pump up the volume along with the tempo I want everybody in the house to know I came here tonight to hear the crowd go Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Tic, tic, tic, tic, boom Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Tic, tic, tic, tic, boom Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Pump it up, pump it up, come on now Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Tic, tic, tic, tic, boom The the F-f-fresh P-p-prince is who I am So tell my mother that I never make a whack jam But some times I get n-n-nervous an' start to stutter An' I f-f-fumble every word for word I utter So I just try to ch-ch-chill But it gets worse a but worse a but, but, but worse still I need the c-c-crowd to k-k-kick into it They help me calm down an' I can get through it So higher, higher, get ya hands to the ceilin' Let it go, y'all, don't fight the feelin' Mic in a strangle hold, sweat pourin' An' like Jordan, yo' I'm scorin' Yeah, that's right, y'all an' I am in the flow So pump up the volume along with the tempo Many have died tryin' to stop my show I came here tonight to here the crowd go Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Tic, tic, tic, tic, boom Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Tic, tic, tic, tic, boom Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Boom, shake, shake, shake the room Tic, tic, tic, tic, boom Boom, shake, shake, shake the room

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

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti