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1988 - Rap
Lyrics by: Will Smith, Jeff Townes
# Debut Chart
10 Apr '88 R&B
12 May '88 Hot 100


You know, parents are the same No matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids Are gonna make some mistakes So, to you other kids All across the land There's no need to argue Parents just don't understand

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I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom Oh, my pop And my little sister All hopped in the car We headed downtown To the Gallery Mall My mom started bugging With the clothes she chose I didn't say nothing at first I just turned up my nose She said, what's wrong This shirt costs twenty dollars I said, Mom, this shirt is plaid With a butterfly collar The next half hour Was the same old thing My mother buying me clothes From 1963 And then she lost her mind And did the ultimate I asked her for Adidas And she bought me Zips I said, Mom, what are you doing You'll ruin my rep She said, you're only sixteen You don't have a rep yet I said, Mom, let's put These clothes back, please She said, no, you go to school to learn Not for a fashion show I said, this isn't Sha Na Na Come on, Mom, I'm not Bowzer Mom, please put back the Bell bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You've gotta put back the Double knit reversable slacks She wasn't with it Everything stayed the same Inevitably, the first day Of school came I thought I could get over I tried to play sick But my mom said, No No way, uh uh, forget it There was nothing I could do I tried to relax I got dressed up In those ancient artifacts And when I walked into school It was just as I thought The kids were cracking up Laughing at the clothes mom bought And those who weren't laughing Still had a ball Cause they were pointing and whistling As I walked down the hall I got home and told my mom How my day went She said, if they were laughing You don't need em Cause they're not good friends For the next six hours I tried to explain to my mom That I was gonna have to go through this About two-hundred more times So, to you other kids All across the land There's no need to argue Parents just don't understand Okay, here's the situation My parents went away on a weeks vacation And they left the keys To the brand new Porsche Do they mind, mmm, well, of course not I'll just take it for a little spin And maybe show it off To a couple of friends I'll just cruise it round the neighborhood Well, maybe I shouldn't Yeah, of course I should Pay attention Here's the thick of the plot I pulled up to the corner At the end of my block And that's when I saw This beautiful girly girl walking I picked up my car phone To perpetrate like I was talking You shoulda seen This girls bodily dimensions I honked my horn Just to get her attention She said, was that for me I said, yeah, she said, why I said, come on and take a ride With a hell of a guy She said How do I know you're not sick You could be some deranged lunatic I said, come on, Toots My name is the Prince Besides, would a lunatic Have a Porsche like this She agreed and we were on our way She was lookin very good So I was I, I must say, word We hit McDonalds Pulled into the driveway We ordered two Big Macs And two large fries and Cokes She kicked her shoes off Onto the floor She said, drive fast Speed turns me on She put her hand on my knee I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash We took off so fast The sun roof was open The music was high And this girls hand was thoroughly Moving up my thigh She had opened up three Buttons on her shirt so far I guess that's why I didn't Notice that police car Were doing ninety In my mom's new Porsche And to make this long story Short, short When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell I said, I don't have a license But I drive very well, officer I almost had A heart attack that day Come to find out the girl Was a twelve year old runaway I was arrested The car was impounded There was no way for me To avoid being grounded My parents had to come Off of vacation to get me I'd rather be in jail Than to have my father hit me My parents walked in And I got my grip I said, uh, Mom, Dad How was your trip They didn't speak I said, I wanna plead my case But my father just shoved me In the car by my face That was a hard ride home I don't know how I survived it They took turns, one would beat me While the other was driving I can't believe it I just made a mistake Well, parents are the same No matter time nor place So, to you other kids All across the land Take it from me Parents just don't understand


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