D.J. Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince You Got It (Donut) Lyrics

And in This Corner… Track Listing
Cassette 1
  • 1 Then She Bit Me
  • 2 I Think I Can Beat Mike Tyson
  • 3 Jazzy’s Groove
  • 4 Everything That Glitters (Ain’t Always Gold)
  • 5 You Got It (Donut)
  • 6 The Girlie Had a Mustache
  • 7 The Reverend
  • 8 Who Stole My Car?
  • 9 The Men of Your Dreams
  • 10 Numero Uno
  • 11 Too Damn Hype
  • 12 Jeff Waz on the Beat Box
  • Jazzy Jeff on the phone ]
    Yeah, I talked to him
    Whoa, whoa..
    Nah, you ain't got to explain nothin to me
    See, you tried to play my man and end up playin yourself
    Later for you
    Nah, matter of fact later for you
    And your golddiggin girlfriend you put me down with)

    (Thought I was a donut) (3x)
    (Tried to glaze me)
    (Thought I was a donut) (3x)
    (Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me) --> Rakim

    [ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ]
    This story that I'm about to tell ya
    Is all about this girl named Daliah
    5'7";, a Gucci queen
    With gold all over that flowed like a stream
    I met her in a club on a Saturday night
    The girl's jeans were tight and I got hype
    I thought about talkin to this little miss
    But I kept seen guy after guy gettin dissed
    Every guy that cracked got flagged
    But somethin kept sayin (you) (you) (you bad)
    I walked up and asked her to take a ride
    I whispered in her ear, said, ";My car's outside";
    At first she laughed and said, ";Nah, not yet";
    Then I told her it's a 'Vette and she said ";bet";
    ";Under one condition: you gotta let me drive it";
    She kissed me on the lips and I said (you got it)

    (You got it)

    [ VERSE 2: The Fresh Prince ]
    Oh what sweet music she and I made
    Only I was gettin dissed while she was gettin paid
    Everything that I owned, she took it
    All the way down to my foodstamp booklets
    I was contemplatin her bein my wife and
    All she was tryin to do was syfin
    Every single dime that she could extort
    She was Jane the Ripper, and she couldn't be caught
    My friends tried to tell me but I stood behind her
    (The girl ain't nothin but a 49er)
    They tried to tell me but I couldn't be told
    Because her beauty was a shovel that was diggin for gold
    Diamonds and furs, I spent all I had
    And took her shoppin every day at Sack's 5thve.
    Visa, Mastercard and even Discover
    She told me this is the way that I can show her I love her
    My friends tried talkin to me, they tried stoppin me
    (If she had a gun they'd arrest her for robbery!)
    I knew she was playin me for every dime
    But I loved when people said (Homes, your girl is fine)
    But then one day, yo, I got wise
    I found out she was messin with a couple of guys
    She told me that she loved me but I guess she forgot it
    Oh, you wanna play hardball, huh? (You got it)

    (You got it)

    [ VERSE 3: The Fresh Prince ]
    The final night that I caught this girlie
    I was out of town and I came home early
    I caught her in a club kissin some guy Fred
    Stormed up right behind her, grabbed her and I said
    ";Yo Daliah! What's up, baby?
    Come on, you got to be crazy
    That's your cousin? You think I'm a nut?
    What kinda cousin would you let put his hand on your b___?
    Nah girl, you done got out of hand
    And it's about to seem like I'm the repo man
    You vacumed all of my funds like a rug
    But you stretched the cord too far, you pulled the plug
    Let's what? Come on, it's too late to talk
    It's like monopoly and I bought Cedar Boardwalk
    But tomorrow you'll wake up and talke a look
    And think the stockmarket crashed on your pocketbook
    But it's over, now I want everything
    All the way from Louis Vuiton bags to earrings
    Especially the solid gold earring noodles
    And the diamond watch, the whole kitten kaboodle
    Don't tell me I'm trippin
    Oh, you got amnesia now, you're forgettin
    Who did what for who, I gave my all to you
    I can't seem to see why you did wrong to me
    I finally figured out what you're about
    But it's the bottom of the night, two strikes and two outs
    You can go make a sucker of another fellow
    It's 12:01, let's give it up, Cinderella
    I ain't goin for it, stop cryin
    Like Ms. Melodie said: I ain't buyin it
    Game over, girl, you finished clockin
    You wanted your walking papers? (You got it)

    (You got it)
    (Thought I was a donut) (3x)
    (Tried to glaze me)

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