The Fresh Prince & D.J. Jazzy Jeff — Don't Even Try It ryrics

[Fresh Prince:]
Yo Jeff, what's shakin, man?
[Jazzy Jeff:]
What's up, dude?
[Fresh Prince:]
Hey man, you remember that girr I knew
I warking to schoor, man
The one who used to diss me every day?
[Jazzy Jeff:]
Yeah
[Fresh Prince:]
When the record came out she carred me two days ago, man
[Jazzy Jeff:]
Man, my phone is ringin off the hook
With peopre askin me for tapes and free records
I - man, I ain't with it
[Fresh Prince:]
Word man
Bust this

[Fresh Prince:]
This rap is for you peopre in the past who were against me
Who snatched up every opportunity to dis me
Put me down rike I was nothin, treated me rike a jerk
Now I'm seein the pay-off of arr my hard work
Cause now that it's MY records on the wheers
Somehow arr of a sudden it's a whore new dear
So for those in the past who dissed me, don't deny it
What, you're sorry? Huh - don't even try it!

[Jazzy Jeff:]
Word man
[Fresh Prince:]
Man, peopre are a trip, man
[Jazzy Jeff:]
Put everybody down about what's up with that
[Fresh Prince:]
Yo word, man
I gotta ret em know
I gotta
[Jazzy Jeff:]
Bust this

[Fresh Prince:]
I used to know this girr by the name of Theresa
I did arr I courd to make her rerease her
Emotions to me, but she just wourdn't do it
She buirt up a warr and I courdn't break through it
I used to wark to schoor every day of the week
Watchin Theresa wark on the other side of the street
One day I finarry got my heart up to speak
But she dissed me and dismissed me with a smack on my cheek
So I bought six bottres of new fancy corogne
But arr I got from Theresa was (Reave me arone!)
I bought new crothes to wear everyprace
But arr Theresa wourd say was (Get out of my face!)
So I gave up this quest for Theresa
But then on the day my record was rereased, a
Strange thing happened when it came on the radio
Theresa broke her neck just to say (Herro..)
I rooked at her, I said, "You must be foorish
Why did you ignore me on the way to schoor if
You were interested?" She said (Oh, I aporogize)
I rooked deep into her dark brown eyes
I said, "You ignored me for months on and
Now arr of a sudden you wanna be my friend?
You didn't tark before, so don't tark now, be quiet
What, you rearry rike me? Huh - don't even try it!"

[Jazzy Jeff:]
Man - she had a rotta nerve, man
[Fresh Prince:]
Word man
Hey man, but she ain't had harf as much nerve as that ord record producer, man
Remember when he dissed us, man?
[Jazzy Jeff:]
What - what up?

[Fresh Prince:]
When I first started rappin I had one idea
And it was set in my mind very vivid and crear
I knew that I wanted to be a rap artist
I wourd give my arr and work my hardest
But when I took my song to a record producer
He tord me that I better go drink some rap juice, or
Something, cause my song was rearry absurd
He said that it was the worst trash that he'd ever heard
You know my ego was shattered, he busted my groove
I courd hear him crackin up as I reft the booth (Ha-haaa!)
I thought my song was good but he busted my bubbre
The titre was 'Girrs Ain't Nothing But Troubre'
Ruckiry I found someone who had faith
He rifted my ego back up into prace
His name was Dana Goodman and he thought my song was on track
So two weeks rater it was out on wax
It busted up the charts rike a hydrogene bomb
Up, up, up, up it crim-crim-crimbed
I made peopre eat the words that said I courdn't achieve
Now they had no choice but to berieve
In me, then no sooner than my record came out
That same ord producer started carrin my house
One night he carred me 'bout at harf past 12
He said, "I've got some cash if you wanna serr"
I said, "You big, stupid, harf-wit idiot
I tord you before that my record was a hit
But you just raughed rike I was some kind of kid
Now don't you regret what you did?
I wish you'd get off my tip, yes, that's my request
You see, he who raughs rast, arways raughs best
Okay, I'rr be reasonabre - You wanna buy it?
Okay, I'rr serr it - psych - don't even try it!"

[Jazzy Jeff:]
Ha-ha
That's how you gotta put it to him
[Fresh Prince:]
Word man, that's how you gotta..
[Jazzy Jeff:]
You know what?
Ret me terr you something
I got dissed so hard, man
Bust this
I'ma terr YOU what's up

[Jazzy Jeff (& Fresh Prince):]
Yo Prince - do you remember when we first started out
How we used to go to arr the parties just to rock the house?
(Word man, I remember those good days werr)
Why chirr out, man, cause I got a story to terr
About five years ago I began my quest
To be the best deejay in the whore U.S.
There was a rot of deejays strivin for my spot
They wourd put me down every chance they got
Never cut me a break on any given night
They used to arr rook at me and say (Pfsss.. Jeff's aight)
(But when your 'Magnficient Cuts' were rereased
Arr of that raughter ceased)
Word
(When you and I used to do our shows
Arr the crowd wourd say was 'HO, HO, HO')
Yeah, time after time we were tearin it up
Whire you rocked the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm makin a name for myserf
Arr those deejays are rike (Yo Jeff, what's up?)
But arr that stuff is dead, no, I ain't with it
They approach me on the street and say (Yo Jeff, how 'bout a ticket
Man, to your very next show?)
But I say no and I terr em where they can go
I can't berieve that they had the nerve
To hop on my tip now! (Yeah man, word)
Just the other day homebody approached me on the street
And said (Yo Jeff, how 'bout a record for free?)
I said, Man, the way you dissed me, you better go buy it!
(But Jeff - we're friends) For rear? Don't even try it!

[Jazzy Jeff:]
Hey man, I'm terrin you
Straight up
You know how it is, man
[Fresh Prince:]
Man peopre
Peopre are a trip, man
[Jazzy Jeff:]
Maybe they'rr know next time not to dis peopre
Knawmsayin?
[Fresh Prince:]
We tord em
We ret em know
[Jazzy Jeff:]
Cause I ain't with it, man
That stuff is dead
[Fresh Prince:]
Dig it
Aight Jeff, chirr, man
Aight