Guys Ain't Nothing but Trouble

Yo Jazzy what's happening man
Yo Ice Cream Tee is that Jazzy
Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Yeah they made that rap tune
"Girls Ain't Nothing but Trouble"
Those brothers is dead
I don't even like what they said
What are they talking about man
Tell em' again

Listen homegirls let me talk to you
Girls may be trouble but guys are trouble too
Next time a guy try to give you a play
Just turn your head and diss
Him and walk away excuse me Ice Cream Tee
Hello how do you do
Quite fine my darling and how are you
Well I'm doing quite fine but
I'm kind of upset
Because I heard a little something
I could not forget
What's that? I heard you say that
Girls are nothing but trouble
And now I'm taking this time
To bust your bubble
Your arrogant conceited your
Stuck on yourself
And bragging nearly every time
You open your mouth
You think you're a gift to women
Success will turn your head
Well I'm sorry to inform you
That stuff is dead
Wait a minute let me talk to you
I think I should inform you
Who you're talking to
No let me tell you so you'll remember me
As the one that bust your
Bubble I'm Ice Cream Tee
Well I'm Jazzy Jeff and I'm the Fresh prince
Before we have you arrested what's
The meaning of this
You say girls are full of trouble
I must 'splain this to you
Girls may be trouble but guys are trouble too
You're a compulsive liar your mind
Is full of dirt all you do is worry about
What's up a girls skirt
You can't have a secret love because
You got a big mouth
You go run and tell your boys
How you laid her out
I think truthfully you're sick you
Need to be kicked
See I'll keep my loaded weapon you get
On my nerve I go click
Guys think they own their girlfriends
Females aren't possessions we are humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being cooped up in the house
Trying to be held up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince don't
Mean to bust your bubble
But guys of the world
Ain't nothing but trouble
So homegirls next time a guy tries
To give you the play
Just turn your head and cold
Diss him and walk away

This amazing hot day I
Was departing from work
My briefcase in my hand sitting
Down on my skirt
The undergrounds of the subway was
The scene of my walk
I got approached from the rear he
Said Baby can we talk
I looked him in the eyes
With this fabulous smile
He said I just got paid lets
Hang out for a while
I said first would be my pleasure
To know who you are
And do I have to use my tokens
Or do you have a car
Well 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 tell him my
Name with the least suspicion
I said Ice Cream Tee was
The title I was given
SWP the name of the hood I live in
So we jumped in the ride hit I95
We turned into his block pulled
Up in his drive
First step in the house I saw a mouse
I did a B-ninety in the room
Tripped and ended with an ow
He came running to my rescue
He was a little late
My hair was broke my briefcase was
In a totally different place
He said I'm sorry take a sip of this bacardi
And excuse me while I go
Freshen up for the party
I got a little confused I said
Party what's up with dude
He didn't even tell me I
Thought that was quite rude
Suddenly through the door was
Three men in suit's
They said hey sweet mama who are you
I said I'm Ice Cream Tee and who may you be
I'm brother Charles
Brother Rick and he's brother Ali
Are you here to see the
Prince? See the Prince, no
The Prince works for me I'm running the show
Work for you? Work for me
And at 12 o'clock midnight you'll
Be working 42nd street
Oh my god I was totally stunned
He yanked me up slapped my cheek and
Put his hands on my buns
I said huh you better watch it sucker
I said to myself I got to go get my gun
He put me in this locker called
Me a b e and h
Looked around noticed that there
Was no escape they all left the room and
Went behind closed doors
I pulled down got my briefcase
That was on the floor
Flipped the latch lift the lid
Pulled up my Smith-n Wesson
Yes my shiny black loaded uh 357
Stepped out of the room dressed
In fruit of the loom
And said they all lay me down
And hit me with this tune
When they see my Smith-n Wesson
Their eyes got bigger
I relaxed latch off chilled back
And pulled the trigger
Picked up the briefcase broke
Out on the double

Can't live with 'em can't live without 'em