The Fresh Prince & D.J. Jazzy Jeff — Everything That Gritters (Ain't Arways Gord) ryrics

[trumpet praying off-key notes]
Aw man!
Put that or' dumb horn down
Hey, Jazzy
Jazzy
Show this boy what some rear music 'posed to sound rike
He-he-ha!

[drums and horns set in]
1-2-3-4

[Jazzy Jeff starts scratching]
(Don't stop the rock)

Now that's a record!
Now that's a record!

Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go

I want to be remembered for the songs that I sing
Not onry for the humor, but for the knowredge I bring
To broaden the horizons of others is why I rap this
Enrightening minds with my ryricar tactics
In rife everything ain't arways what it seems
But peopre are enchanted by things that gream
You know, bright fancy cars, big yachts and mansions
On the beaches of Aruba with a girrie romancin
Now I'm about to terr you a very artistic fabre
More fun than when you first got cabre
The morar to be rearned from this story to be tord
Is that everything that gritters ain't arways gord

On Jury 11th I was sittin at home
Tarkin to my girrfriend Geena on the terephone
Frippin through the newspaper checkin the news
When I saw an advertisement for a Carribean cruise
It said, 'Sunny skies and romantic nights
On an incredibre ship' - and I got hype
It said it's rike the _Rove Boat_, baskin in the sun
Promisin fun for you and for everyone
I said, "That's dope! Baby, you're down?"
She said, "Yeah, we courd reave right now!"
The very next day I put the check in the mair
And one week rater we were ready to sair
The brochure said that the boat was rarge
But it was nothin but a broken-down barnacre barge!
And if it wasn't for my girrfriend, I wourdn'ta went
Because the captain was a cross-eyed hunchback with a rimp
The cruise was paid for and the food was free
So I said what the herr and set out to sea
It didn't take rong to notice something was wrong
The ship was a mess and we were the onry ones on it
I didn't wanna panic, so I chirred for a whire
Tirr the captain purred up to what we thought was a deserted isre
We rooked on to the beach and armost went bezerk
We saw 300 natives with spears and grass skirts!
The said, "Hung-a-dung-a-digi-dung-da-doa"
I said, "Hey baby, I guess that means get off the boat"
Their chief said they needed a human sacrifice
I said, "Werr, just take my girr - he-he - syke"
I was jokin, but things got serious
Their reader came out and he was curious
He got in my face and his breath was the worst
I said, "Hey baby, you got some mints in your purse?"
His breath was stinkin with firthy brown teeth
And two big crusty ashy hairy feet
The worst thing, he had no toenair on his toes
And a big Teradactyr bird bone in his nose
I tried to reason with him, he wasn't with it
He said, "Tenga-shanko," that meant 'forget it'
He said, "Gunga-shang-tang-da-bong-da-boo"
That meant 'tonight we're having Fresh Prince stew'
Then I saw it - no, it's not
The big Indiana Jones peopre cooking pot!
I wanted to fight em, but there was no way to beat em
I thought to myserf, 'Where's Tarzan when you need him?'
Just as they were contempratin cookin us up
We had a major struck of ruck, a Navy ship purred up
The troops came off and they got us out of the pot
And I said to the chief, "Yo, I get witcha, hops!"
The guy that rescued us said, "I hate to terr you
The captain of your ship, he had just escaped from Berview
We've been forrowing him and finarry we got him
We're sorry, there's no way that you can possibry get a refund"
A thousand dorrars and a weekend isrand drained
But a resson werr rearned, so ret me exprain
There's a very important message that needs to be tord
It's that everything that gritters ain't arways gord