Drink up baby, stay up all night With the things you could do You won't but you might The potential you'll be that you'll never see The promises you'll
See I never thought that I could walk through fire. I never thought that I could take the burn. I never had the strength to take it higher, Until I reached
Got a bullet with your name on it Hits you straight between the eyes Let me burn – burn me alive Guess it's time to teach a lesson Gonna pack my Smith
Will, 2000 Bust out, shake it up now Come on, come on And shake it up now Who am I? You know, you know Big Will, ya ready? Come on [Will Smith:] When
kind that X and Ja 'Lil was talking bout When they wrote Friends, how many of us have them? I'm talkin 'bout, friends Ones we can depend on [Will Smith
[Mic check, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic Uh gimme more heat Uh gimme more heat Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus:] Everybody in the front now (whoot,
to JL Then Tommy Mattola put it on sell Then come da moment of truth Hot off the press to the DJ booth (Ay yo here it comes y'all that brand new Will Smith
(Ooh, Ohh) Here I stand before you - brown. Color of the mountains Colossal as the earth Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy and misery Feathers
between me yo and the Smiths and the Matrix Yin to the yang, it just must be Ask anybody with a Grammy or an MVP [Interlude] + (Will Smith) I can't
Mary J. Blige:] Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy [Chorus - Will Smith - while Mary repeats in background:] I really wish I could explain it baby
[Will Smith:] Ladies and gentlemen Thank you very much for comin out this evening Yeah, thank you thank you Please, take the dancefloor, uh I would like
[Willow:] Daddy can you tell me a story? [Will:] Oh you wanna hear a story? What kind of story you wanna hear baby? [Willow:] A scary story Oh, ok Once
Man homey look {*"pump ya brakes"*} Now slide right, and just {*"pump ya brakes"*} Wanna holla at you in a minute F'real, ha ha {*"pump ya brakes"*} [Verse One: Will Smith
[Will Smith:] Mic check, one two one two This dedicated to an old friend of mine, Michelle She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf Now e'rything
[Will Smith:] He's a nice guy - how ya doin? He's a nice guy - good to see ya! He's a nice guy - how your mom an' 'em? [Verse One: Will Smith] Mr. Nice
Smith:] Original - a first form from which varities arise An authentic work of art as opposed to an imitation, or reproduction [Verse One: Will Smith
Will Smith:] Yo, if you can't dance, it's cool to get up now Yeah see usually y'all stand off on the side Y'know you're a lil' embarrased or whatever
Yo, ain't no better man for this hype track Just the veteran taking the mic back David Letterman even said he like that track man Even though he ain't
