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1988 - Rap
Lyrics by: Will Smith, Jeff Townes
# Debut Chart
15 Jul '88 Hot 100
9 Aug '88 R&B


Now I have a story That I'd like to tell About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell He comes to me at night When I crawl into bed He's burnt up like a weenie And his name is Fred He wears the same hat And sweater every single day And even if it's hot outside He wears it anyway He's home when I'm awake But he shows up when I sleep I can't believe that there's A nightmare on my street! It was a Saturday evening If I remember it right And we had just gotten Off of tour last night So the gang and I thought That it would be groovy If we summoned up the posse And done watched a movie I got Angie, Jeff got Tina Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life That was all right though Cause the lady was chill Then we dipped to the theatre Set to ill We saw Elm Street Man, it was def And everything seemed All right when we left But when I got home And laid down to sleep That began the nightmare On my street It was burning in my room Like an oven My bed soaked with sweat And, man, I was bugging I checked the clock And it stopped at 12:30 It had melted it was so darn hot And I was thirsty I went downstairs to grab Some juice or a Coke Flipped the TV off And I then almost choked When I heard this awful voice Coming from behind, it said You're my favorite rapper But now you must die Man, I ain't even wait To see who it was Broke outside of my drawers And screamed, so long, cuz Got halfway up the block I calmed down and stopped screaming Then thought, oh, I get it I must be dreaming I strolled back home With a grin on my grill I figure since this is a dream I might as well get ill I walked in the house The big, bad, Fresh Prince But Freddy killed all That noise real quick He grabbed me by my neck And said, here's what we'll do We've got a lotta work here Me and you The souls of your friends You and I will claim You've got the body And I've got the brains I said, yo, Fred I think you've got me all wrong I ain't partners with nobody With nails that long Look, I'll be honest man This team won't work The girls won't be yours Fred, your face is all burnt

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I pat him on the shoulder Said thanks for stopping by Then I opened up the door And said, take care, guy He got mad, drew back his arm And slashed my shirt I laughed at first, then thought Hold up, that hurt It wasn't a dream, man This guy was for real I said, Freddy, uh, pal There's been an awful mistake here No further words And then I darted upstairs Crashed through my door Then jumped on my bed Pulled the covers up over my head And said, oh, please Do something with Fred He jumped on my bed Ripped through the covers with his claws Tried to get me but my alarm went off And then silence It was a whole new day I thought, heh I wasn't scared of him, anyway Until I noticed Those rips in my sheets And that was proof that there Had been a nightmare on my street Oh, man, I gotta call Jeff I gotta call Jeff Come on, come on Come on, Jeff, answer Come on, man (Hello) Jeff, it's Prince, man Jeff, wake up Jeff, wake up (What do you want) Jeff, wake up, man Listen to me, Jeff (It's three o'clock in the morning What do you want) Jeff, listen, Jeff, would you listen to me Whatever you do, don't fall asleep (man) Jeff, listen to me, don't go to sleep (Look, Look, I'll talk to you tomorrow I'm going to bed...aaggghhhh) Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff Answer me, Jeff (I'm your D.J. now, Princy, ha ha ha ha)


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