Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince - Don't Fight the Feeling Lyrics

Boom!

Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at

I came to make you get up not sit down
Theres no time to play around
Go up and down to the sound I’m laying down
Pound for pound it’s a first round KO
The man on the mic got the vision of Galileo
Swift with a pen and a pad and a concept
Tongue like a sword I slice with my intellect
People ain’t dancing yo I’ll solve this
You gotta make a record that the crowd is involved with
You gotta make em gotta make em say (hoo)
You gotta make em gotta make em say (hoo)
Get on up ain’t no time for relaxin
Keep em with attention with the crowd interaction
I know you feel it I know you feel it
So get your hands in the air and try to touch the ceiling
But whatever you do

Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)

Stop frontin I know that you can feel it
I know its inside you come on homey reveal it
You’re standing on the side trying to play like a cool guy
You’re frontin but I know you wantin to dance like a fool why
You gonna play yourself out you can feel it
You can’t suppress it my buddy you gotta deal with it
It took time working in the studio writin
To make a record that was kickin and really exciting
Something smashing something fantastic
Something to make you put it in to your car radio and blast it
And I succeeded first I wrote the rhyme I needed
And then I got a beat box and began to beat it
And then I had it ?? for fashion
And now to the club for the hip hop testing
Nice and loud get your hands up to the ceiling
But yo you know the rules come on

Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)

Ay yo fellas you know how when you looking for action
Preparing to push up on a fly girlie that’s maxin
You chillin in the club searching for some romancing
But the girlie cuts it short by saying that she ain’t dancing
Well just the other night I was coolin at the lime light
That’s when I saw a cutie a beauty and I thought I might
Have an opportunity to possibly get at that
But I asked her to dance but she said babe I ain’t ready yet
I didn’t get mad I just leaved in a second
I walked away and waited for the dj to play another record
And when he did I regained my composure
Loosin my jacket and tie and then began to walk over to her
Grabbed her hand and saw a fresh new manicure
I said girl what you frontin for
Lets get on the dance floor
Just kick off ya heels get your hands to the ceiling
But baby get up you know you want it

Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)
Don’t fight the feeling (where you at)