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
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?
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