Will Smith f/ Rodney Jerkins, MC Lyte, & Tatyana Ali 

 
Darkchild, Big Will, 2000 
Bust out, shake it up now 
Come on, come on 
And shake it up now 
Who am I? 
You know, you know 
Big Will, ya ready? 
Come on 


 
When I was a lad I used to dream that (one day) 
I''d earned the cream that make phat rocks gleam 
Phat rhymes to make it seem that I was like Bill Gates 
Writing lines, seal fates 
Power to change the whole set 
For exposure or forfeit 
And with the wicked sense on how to get the picket fence 
Envisioned a hot life, hot wife 
Wanted a crib, well a palace like South Fork on Dallas 
With lights simmer trees for the ambiance 
I been up and down and high and low 
Fly with dough, broke looking grimy yo 
My shiny glow definitely ain''t cause of my Bentley 
It''s something that my fam put in me 
Who am I? You ask 
The guy with the razzmatazz with ten duffel bags packed with pazazz 
In the past cut twice by the ladies of my life 
Boom stitched u