VERSE1: Pump, pump, me up, wooooo Ha ha, Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince Back together, back together, let Jeff a little Gone head warm that thing up boom Warm that thing up Ha ha, pump, Pump, me up What, alright now you know, Look, I know it's been a minute since we did this thing But I want you to go head, you get ready Cuase we gone tear this place down Deadly blaze comin wit it, say what, say what Strike the flame up Pump, pump me up, right ha ha Aight now Jeff, now Jeff go head, that thing Where you snatch it back Uhh, uhh, pump, me up, wooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha DJ Jazzy Jeff, let lil boo You know we don't miss a step when we do this thing Go head now gimmie that quick scratch Gimmie that quick scratch Pump, pump me up, uhh Now Jeff, everywhere I go everybody ask me "Look you and Jeff, you know Jeff still scratch" "Jeff still do his thing?" Now you got to show these folks how you put yo thing down right What, alright now you gotta show these floks How you put thing down Jazzy Now go head, I'ma give you a minute I'ma ease on back I'ma let you do your thing say what, say what Pump, pump me up, say what, pump, pump me up Say what, pump, pump me up, uhh, Jeff, do the echo scratch, echo scratch Pump me up, again echo, ha, ha Uhh, uhh Jazzy jeff yaw'll, Jazzy Jeff yaw'll Old school transformer, transformer(pump me up) Now boy you know you gotta let me get a taste of this thing New school style, blend the old wit the new A little bit of this, a little bit of that Jazzy Jeff and Frash Prince comin back at ya Aight Jeff now come on, let me do my thing down Gimmie a scratch now toss it, let me do my thang What, pump, pump me up
VERSE2: Back shakin the dust off, knockin the rust off Yawll highnesses, Phyllies finest is back for the addict A fanatic, the hype fan, just me and Jeff Tables and a mic stand For those that won't down from the start And don't realize that cuttin is a workin of art Musical Monet, yaw'll, dag to get down to yo Let'em know what DJ Jeff Towns do (This DJ he gets down, mixin records while here we go) Round the block in Philly, mad the album was late Gratitude instead of attitude for makin you wait Time to retaliate against the players that hate (I was givin ya time to get the last one straight) (Brothers always screamin bout keepin it real Don't get no realer than the mic wit cha born in wheels true dat (Yaw'll can run, but you can't escape) Like the man wit the super S on his cope Ha, our supremacy is based on chemistry No need for Sesemili or Hennessey Top dogs from the hood, poppin back to the hood ( I hate to brag, but damn, I'm good) Yo, Jeff, it's been a minute since me and you ripped But some of the old diehards think that you might've flipped I heaed that some got imply that you lost ya cut How do you respond to that Jeff, (huh waht) Now what's a rapper if his cuts don't fit, Jeff(nothing) And what's a DJ if his cuts don't hit, Jeff(nothing) Now what's a party if the crowd don't flip(nothing) Well, we can do it all baby Well, we can do it all baby Well, we can do it all baby Just like this, what ha ha Jazzy, Jeff blaze Aight Jeff, Jeff before we slide up outta here, boy You know you gotta bang 'em wit the new-ness, right I want you to give 'em a taste of that fade scratch Shoot the fade away, Jeff, shoot the fade away Once again back...(fade away) Alright now Jeff, fade it up, fade it up Once again back is the incredible
