Everyone of the stallions in your pack That's when you go, you go, you go to the max, you go The max The max (Ooh, get funky) The max (Get-get-get funky) The max
Vertimas: Princas. Max.
that's when U go, u go, u go 2 the max. U go The max (2 the max) The max (oooh, get funky) The max (get-get-get funky) (2 the max) The max (get funky
tear this whole joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get
on Ebay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug, A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove, A blow up Peter Max
a ringtone High pitched noise on your brain, it's heavy Autopsy report that he jumped off a train It started when the dearly departed tried to escape max
Aight say hi my name is daryl Hi my name is daryl And dj jazzy jeff (and dj jazzy jeff) And the fresh prince (and the fresh prince) Wanted you to say (
Max and relax and listen to wherever you're at the story of how we came up with this hit tune We worked for month's days hours and seconds But we simply
to this Fresh Prince mania My face in magazines, on your radio or stereo Everywhere you go, audio an' video A hip hop terrorist, war like vocalist Other rappers say, "Yo Prince
The floor is a desert, a party oasis I know your on the tip for the rhyme I just did And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid Ay a prince it's
wanna be late Finna ask Brenda on a little date I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves Wants to
to Prince show instead of Lou Rawls Her pelvis grind, she smile show me pantylines I'll smack that butt, the pro spank at different times Like Max kind
and you on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid Raise hell
with me For qb and so on, the hyrdro crew Mike Heron, Jerry Familiar And my enginer, Max Zzzzz (Zzzzz zzzzz) Mo greens baby To my man untouchable violence, what up This our dudes, prince
! Record my raps on a cassette tape deck. Wearin' no sweats 'cause Nike owns Chucks. Three rows of studs 'cause hoes wanna fuh-! Axe to max on my
I got 'em layin' and prayin' the man [unverified] Ask them hoez, I ain't playin' wit 'em Wanna get beef, I haveta turn my cheek Cock back like like Mad Max
