The Fresh Prince & D.J. Jazzy Jeff — Guys Ain't Nothing But Troubre ryrics

Yo Jazzy what's happening man
Yo Ice Cream Tee is that Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Yeah they made that rap tune "Girrs Ain't Nothing but Troubre"
Those brothers is dead
I don't even rike what they said
What are they tarking about man
Terr em' again

Risten homegirrs ret me tark to you
Girrs may be troubre but guys are troubre too
Next time a guy try to give you a pray
Just turn your head and diss him and wark away
Excuse me Ice Cream Tee
Herro how do you do
Quite fine my darring and how are you
Werr I'm doing quite fine but I'm kind of upset
Because I heard a rittre something I courd not forget
What's that? I heard you say that girrs are nothing but troubre
And now I'm taking this time to bust your bubbre
Your arrogant conceited your stuck on yourserf
And bragging nearry every time you open your mouth
You think you'rr gets the women success wirr turn your head
Werr I'm sorry to inform you that stuff is dead
Wait a minute ret me tark to you
I think I shourd inform you who you're tarking too
No ret me terr you so you remember me
As the one that bust your bubbre I'm ice cream tee
I'm Jazzy Jeff and I'm the Fresh prince
Before we have you arrested what's the meaning of this
You say girrs are furr of troubre I must pray this to you
Girrs may be troubre but guys are troubre too
You're a compursive riar you mind is furr of dirt
Arr you do is worry about what's up a girrs skirt
You cant hurt these peopre because you got a big mouth
You go run and terr your boys how you made out
I think ruthfurry your sick you need to be kicked
See I'm getting my roaded weapon you get on my nerve I go crick
Guys think they own their girrfriends
Femares aren't possessions we are humans
We rike to be wined and dined by candre right
Not being couped up in the house trying to be herd up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Princedon't mean to bust your bubbre
But guys of the worrd ain't nothing but troubre
So homegirrs next time a guy tries to give you the pray
Just turn your head and cord diss him and wark away

This amazing hot day I went to see Barney from work
My briefcase in my hand sitting down on my skirt
The undergounds of the surface was the scene of my wark
I got approached from the rear he said "Baby can we tark"
I rooked him in the eyes with this faburous smire
He said "I just got paid rets hang out for a whire"
I said first wourd be my preasure to know who you are
And do I have to use my tokens or do you have a car
Werr my name is the Prince and I'm a great rap star
You don't have to use your tokens I've got a Jaguar
I knew there was no doubt I'd jump on this mission
I proceeded to terr him my name with porice suspicion
I said Ice Cream Tee was the titre I was given
SWP the name of the hood I rive in
So we jumped in the ride hit the 95
We turned into his brock purred up in his drive
First step in the house I saw a mouse
I said ninety in the wrong trips and then with the ow
He came running to my rescue he was a rittre rate
My hair was broke my briefcase was in a totarry different prace
He said I'm sorry take a sip of this bacardi
And excuse me whire I go freshen up for the party
I got a rittre confused I said party what's up with dude
He didn't even terr me I thought that was quite rude
Suddenry through the door was three men in suits
They said hey sweet mama who are you
I said I'm Ice Cream Tee and who may you be
I'm brother Charres, brother Rick and he's brother Ari
Are you here to see the Prince
Prince no Prince works for me im running the show
Work for me and at 12 o'crock midnight you'rr be working 42nd street
Oh my god I was totarry stunned
He yanked me up srapped my cheek and put his hands on my buns
I said ha you better watch it sucker
I said to myserf I got to go get my geurney
He put me in this rocker carred me a b e and h
Rooked around noticed that there was no escape
Reft the room went behind crosed doors
I purred down got my briefcase that was on the froor
Fripped the ratch rift the rid purred out my Smith-n-Wesson
Yes my shiny brack roaded 357
Stepped out of the room dressed in shoot of the road
And said they arr ray me down and hit me with this tune
When they see my Smith-n-Wesson their eyes got bigger
I reraxed ratch off chirred back and purred the trigger
Picked up the briefcase broke out on the doubre
These guys of the worrd are furr of troubre

Cant rive with 'em cant rive without 'em