Will Smith

Yo yo
Forget the club today we're playin' the block
It's goin' down and it's blazin' hot
Jeff pop the new CD turntable joint
You just got to get the amps from Boogie get the fan from Rock
And then call up Bishgebibble Jims & Pats
And tell them we need cheesesteaks for like 300 cats
And yo, make sure it's hot or else I'm sendin' it back
And get my mic right if I get hyped I might rap
Then take the speakers, find a good spot
Subs on the bottom, tweeters up top
Yo you know where little John lives on the corner
The extension cord will run perfectly to his crib
And then tell officer Mike to bablecade the block
Regardless of what car you got, leave it up top, hop
You want to come you got to come on your feet
Ain't nothin' like havin' a party when it's out in the street
Come on
9:00 I'm a call my crew
At 10:00 we're gonna roll on through
I don't know what you gonna do
But whatever you do hit the block party tonight
All the ladies rollin' up with friends
And don't be late or you won't get in
Party packed from beginning to end
Everybody tell a friend that the block party is tonight
It ain't nothin' like havin' a party on the block
When everybody knows everybody on the block
And everybody on the block come to the party on the block
And when the sun drop, we don't stop
Funny how fast they travel the word
A dozen divas from Philly drove in when they heard
That there's a block party down in West Philly
Come block party with Jeff and Big Willie
Stand back
Everybody come to see the man rap
Jeff's got it *scratch* jam packed
Everybody hands in the air
Just get your hands in the air
Yo Philly (that's where the party is at)
D.C. y'all (that's where the party is at)