DJ Jazzy Jeff - Jeff N Fess lyrics

[Rhymefest (DJ Jazzy Jeff in background)] {*scratching*} Come on ("Yes, yes, y'all") That's right ("Yes, yes, y'all") We back ("Yes, yes, y'all") Look Now over here, we got Jeff ("Yes, yes, y'all") And over there, you got Fess ("Yes, yes, y'all") n***as know we be the best ("Yes, yes, y'all") Yo, Jeff Where the Fresh at? ("Yes, yes, y'all") [Rhymefest] (Verse 1) Who is it? That black n***a that they call Fess With the city on the back and the world on my chest You girls know my nest, this the best of the best Motherf**ers can't breathe when I'm standin' on they neck n***as can't get paid, I got my hands on they check When down south is right, then I wanna go (Left) I ain't talkin' bout them dope boys or n***as in trap Outkast and T.I. cause 'em dudes can rap (Ay, ay, ay) But the hood that had enough See my n***as in cuffs Take to XXL and step your rap game up I realize that the words that I say Can build cowards And you down, bu*tin' around, so your momma raised a coward This the last hour After (???) shower Radio to pa** out, drunk off of they own power, like Hitler, Saddam, George Bush and Caesar But if you don't care to f** it, I don't either Uh Any track I moved on, get bruised on f** a pepperoni, what you want on your Tombstone You powerless Like a werewolf when the moon's on It's like havin' a high power with no iTunes song You empty Please don't tempt me I feel no symphy I'm so hot, missiles can sense me n***as diein' everyday, it don't make sense, G Droppin' off of poverty Jealousy, envy Rhyme and Jeff East coast, midwest And look It's Fess and Jeff [DJ Jazzy Jeff] {*scratching*} "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") (Verse 2) Now I suggest, you take a rest, 'fore I put one in your chest It would move you and lose you Don't need to think about Taking me lightly Your girlfriend licked and liked me (???) callin' on wifey A conscious rapper, I just might be I don't smoke Or drink or find hoes, this my Miami Vice, G n***as in the Bay, calling me hyphy Philly cats say I'm a (???), my (???) was sheisty People eyes is shifty, they smile so nicely n***as walk behind my back and shake my hand politely (Hey) Man, you almost made me think that you liked me I turned around You did the wrong thing, I'm like, "God damn, Spike Lee!" And even though my neck ain't icey You dudes in my hair is Pisces The j**els at my labels, they like me Chicago know that I'm tight, G West coast support Fess, down south hype me n***as in New York You can set yourself on fire They be like, "Ah, son, he alright, B" I think they mean they like me Oh I Think They Like Me Oh I, oh I, Oh I Think They Like Me See Jeff's the DJ I'm the emcee I grab the mic, he punch the MPC It's like '88 I'll play Will He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper, look I got sk**s [DJ Jazzy Jeff] {*scratching*} "Yes, yes, y'all" [Rhymefest] Nod Ya Head to the factor 2006, the year of the real rapper Rhyme and Jeff East coast, midwest Come on It's Fess and Jeff [DJ Jazzy Jeff] {*scratching*} "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" "Yes, yes, y'all" "Yes, yes, y'all" "Yes, yes, y'all" "Yes" (Verse 3) All right, stop Think for a moment, okay That the sh** ain't fun, no radio play You need to sell A hundred thousand, make a million, hit the road and be straight Or bet your money in some overlous state And we can get this tape Cut this green Roll up in a cutla** clean This must be green, I must be seen Next time that I step on the set, just know Who is it It's Fess and Jeff [DJ Jazzy Jeff] {*scratching*} "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off") "Yes"