Yo Jazzy what's happenin'? yo Ice Cream Tee ain't that Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince? that wack record girls ain't nothing but trouble you brothers is dead who are they man? i don't even like what they said what are they talkin' about man? you know, tell 'em Tee listen home girls let me talk to you girls may be trouble but guys are trouble too so the next time a guy tries to give you a play, just turn your head, diss them, and walk away excuse me Ice Cream Tee hello, how do you do? qiute fine my darling, and how are you? well i'm doing quite fine but i'm kinda upset because i heard a little somethin' i could not forget what's that? i heard you say that girls ain't nothing but trouble and now i'm takin' this time to bust your bubble your aragent, conceited, you suck on yourself and braggin' nearly every time you open your mouth you think you're the gift of women (?) turn your head but i'm sorry to inform you that all that stuff is dead wait a minute, let me talk to you i think i should inform you who you're talkin' to no let me tell you so you'll remember me as the one to 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'm gonna explain this to you girls may be trouble but guys are trouble too your 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 kick my loaded weapon get on my nerves i go click guys think they own their girlfriends females aren't possesions we are human we like to be wined and dined by candlelight not cooped up in the house tryin' 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 the next time a guy gives you a play, just turn your head, and cold diss 'em, and walk away this humind hot day i was departing from work with my briefcase in my hand suit down to my skirt the underground sub surface was the scene of my walk i got a post from the (?) that said baby can we talk i looked him in the eyes with this fabulous smell he said i just got paid let's hang out for a while i said but first it'd 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 would (?) on this mission i proceeded to tell him my name with the least suspition and i said Ice Cream Tee was the title i was given S.W.P. is the neighborhood that i live in so i jumped in the ride we hit 95 we turned in his ride pulled up in his drive my first step in the house (ahhhh) i saw a mouse i did a 180 in the house i tripped then (owww) he came runnin' to my rescue he was a little late my heel was broken my briefcase was in a totally different place he said i'm sorry take a sip of this bocarti and excuse me while i go to freshen up for the party i got a little confused 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 suits they said hey sweet mama, who are you? i said i'm Ice Cream Tee and who may you be? i'm brother Charles he's brother Wick and that's brother Ali are you here to see the Prince? the Prince? no the Prince works for me, i'm runnin' this show work for you? work for me and at twelve o'clock midnight you'll be workin' 42nd street oh my god i was totally stunned he yanked me up, slapped my cheek, then put his hands on my buns i said you better watch it sucker i said to myself i got to go get my gun he pushed my deep into this locker called me a (?) i looked around and noticed there was no escape door i left the room went behind closed doors i picked up my briefcase that was on the floor lift the latch, lift the lid, pulled out my Smith Western it was shiny, black, loaded, a .357 they stepped out of the room dressed in fruit of the loom they all laid me down and hit me with this tune when they saw my Smith Western their eyes got bigger i relaxed, legs crossed, chill back and pulled the trigger i got my briefcase broke out of the double ladies guys of the world are full of trouble hey man i didn't even know it was like that yeah well it's like that i guess it is guys of the world ain't nothing but trouble full of trouble, can't trust 'em no more guess it's different with you but you know what Tee? what's up? can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em