Hook: Po3
I'm feeling like the Fresh Prince on a Saturday night
I got my kicks on tight, chasin' a rabbit that's white
We from the old school baby, where we jammin' all night
And I was hoping you could maybe hand me the mic
And let me set it off for ya
Yeah, we finna set it off for ya, alright
Gotta set it off for ya, like it's how we roll
When you hear this, turn the volume up as loud as it goes

Verse 1: Cee
Yeah, and I ain't hit it like I used to do
I mean the club and the booze but shit tonight the kid (smooth)
Yeah, I caught the vibe and my energy peakin'
Tonight we finna turn up, I ain't needin' a reason
I'm firin' up the vaporizer, hit it heavy
And baby, I ain't playin' 'round, we splittin' a Heady
Pourin' the craft with the proper glassware here
Aromas from the India Pale ain't escapin' the air
Ay, shirt pressed and accessories poppin'
Pimp juice in my blood, ain't no stoppin' the prophet
I'm on my grown shit, Merlot on the dancefloor
Two Steppin', Electric Slidin' like a boss dog
Yeah, and we ain't tryina hear no trap shit
Fetty Wap and Future never welcome when the Fam lit
So grab another, eff a macro brew
This shit a TMF party, where you at? Come through, coz I be

Hook: Po3
Smooth on a Saturday night
I got my kicks on tight, chasin' a rabbit that's white
We from the old school baby, where we jammin' all night
And I was hoping you could maybe hand me the mic
And let me set it off for ya
Yeah, we finna set it off for ya, alright
Gotta set it off for ya, like it's how we roll
When you hear this, turn the volume up as loud as it goes

Verse 2: Po3
I saw my dreams in a looking glass
And it wasn't but a second 'til the look into my past had finally passed
Then I was staring at myself again
Just a reflection but I swear I almost felt him grin
The last laugh was apparently my helping hands
'Cause I could see my own soul start to meld again
I knew my limits and was given the good health I'm in
It taking care of self's considered selfish, well I'm selfish then, sue me, shit
As far as I can tell I've done my duty
But if I become unruly, somebody say something to me
I'm only human but I feel so friggity-fresh
'Cause this the type of shit that hits in ya chest, it's party jumping music
When we drop it got you sticking around
'Cause all we here to make you do is shake your hips to the sound It's alright if you feeling it now
We do this all night, and keep rocking 'til the ceiling is down

Hook: Po3
I'm feeling like the Fresh Prince on a Saturday night
I got my kicks on tight, chasin' a rabbit that's white
We from the old school baby, where we jammin' all night
And I was hoping you could maybe hand me the mic
And let me set it off for ya
Yeah, we finna set it off for ya, alright
Gotta set it off for ya, like it's how we roll
When you hear this, turn the volume up as loud as it goes

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Writer(s): ALBERT LUCERO, BARRY WHITE, CARL DANIEL TAYLOR, JOHN A LOPEZ