Yes Yes Y'all 
 -Will Smith-Nasir Jones-The Isley Brothers-C. Jasper-O. Scott-R. Wilson-J. Robinson-
Performed by Will Smith and Sonny Cheba


Yessss.... 
At the start of the new jiggyness... 
With the Trackmasters. 
Camp Lo and...Willie 
Gon' give it to ya! 
Know what I mean... 
Lot of macaronis here. 
Check it out for all the tenderonis. 
Ah ha ha. 
Like Chatchy and Joni. 


Lights camera action! 
The hip-hop attraction: 
Fresh Priggy, John Bliggy. 
Playahaters been hatin' all my playin' for years. 
Now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers.
Parades and accolades, all shades and ages. 
It's me, the outrageous! 
My zeal contagious. 
The smile inspirator, Aspen to Grenada.
One of the only mc's to say cheese with Schwarzenegger. 
Everywhere I go they know me. 
Planet Hollywood in Paris; accidentally spilt a drink upon Naomi. 
Truth of the matter I've been loungin', livin' it up givin' it up, 
in ?? surroundings. 
Been around the world and I-ya-ya 
ain't seen another this fly-ya-ya! 
My attitude pervasive. 
my effervescence bringing you back to the essence. 
Thinkin'...

Chorus 
 
Verse two. 
'Bout to slay you worst than the first verse! 
Packin' my purse but yo, without one curse. 
I survive in rarified air where only few can live. 
Thoughts in my brain like that train in "The fugitive". 
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game. 
Stepped away as Fresh Prince. 
Came back with my real name.
A rose by any other still beautifies the room.
So don't get consumed when a brother's known to gloom. 
It's amanitas, but yo, it's really good to be back.
Never racing the rap just lacin' the track.
Not sarendipadee with me, it was a plan B.
'Bout to have an Oscar standin' next to my grammiesss! 
Plural, mucho, no need to talk though. 
I'm a just do so! 
I'm comin' at ya with the smooooothest slickness. 
Behold the style lick of this kickin'... 

Chorus 

A GQ cover twice! 
This brother's nice! 
Vanity fair you saw me there, 
I discovered life. 
Outside of rap got the cream and all that. 
But kinda left a void in me. 
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life. 
Said my mic, a'aight?
Pump your radio, you could record, 
as they place my welcome mat at the music awards! 
Coming through America, tinted in high beams. 
Rose petals at my feet like I'm Prince Akeem!
So to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme... 
Please stop sayin' "Jada", cause that name's mine! 
I rocked the Philly fade with the divin' waves. 
Yes, y'all in till I'm bald like Isaac Hayes. 
Bad eyes or grays, back pain or bad legs. 
I'm a get better with age, trust! 

Chorus