Damn
 
Women:
Hey this is me, I'm not in right now 
But if you leave your name and your number 
I'll just might think about calling you back.
Have a pleasant day.
 
[Verse One]
Pick up the phone girl, I know that you home
Please don't leave me all alone with just the sound of this tone.
Come on pick up, pick up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
I know I don't deserve it cause of how I messed up
But alright cool, sit and listen
I'm missing your kiss and now a tear drop glistens
I had a bit to drink, kinda threw me
Things just happened, she didn't mean nuttin' to me
You know me baby, I'm still that same man
That asked for your hand, and still the same plan
Another brother falls by the wayside
Another brother falls by the play side
I knew ever since I was a kid
That I was going to pay the piper for the things I did
But now there is no more us, no more we
No more nuttin' girl damn and it's all cause of me
 
Chorus:
No more late nights watching tv
No more talks on the phone till three
No more playing in the leaves in the fall
No more piggy back rides in the mall
No more ice cream cones to share
No more sittin' just playin' in your hair
No more picnics out by the sea
There ain't no more nuttin' and it's all cause of me
 
[Verse Two]
Damn, some brothers yeah we huff and we puff
Cause when we're hurtin' inside, we gots to front like we tough.
But that's dangerous, to cover hurt with hard
Because you still get scared through that feeble facade
Then the bonds of your ego, when the shackles of manhood
Makes you lose something thats damn good
A picture in my mind of us hand and hand walking
So alive, now I'm a dead man talking
Why can't you just pick it up so we can sit and just talk
Why can't you meet me somewhere so we can go take a walk
I can't hide, air, land, or sea. 
Cause everytime I turn around, there I be
When I was with you I felt free
Now I'm in a cage called me
Now I see, no more us, no more we
No more nuttin' girl damn, and it's all cause of me
 
Chorus 2X

I'm bout to freak this full out the king of the hill
Big Will keepin' it real knees in da grill
The whole set all locked down, making you flock down,
Where I'm at they here my rap,
I be that cat to set trends
Where y'all at
On the corner with your friends
Heard you screamin about cream in your rap kid
Yo my last check for Wild Wild West came on a flat bed
Once and for all lets get this straight
How you measure a rapper what make an MC great
Is it the sales? 20 mill
Is it the cars? Bentley?s
Is it the women? Jada
Is it the money? Please
Mr. Clean yet the fact remain
Got girls that don?t speak English screamin' my name
All you rappers yellin' bout who you put in a hearse
Do me a favor write one verse without a curse

I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep I'mma freak this (yeah, yeah)
Yo it's smooth when I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Lay back I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
Peep this while I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Lay on back I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)

I don't wanna see y?all sittin around
Don't wanna see y?all sittin around
I don't wanna see y?all sittin around
Don't wanna see y?all sittin around

Aight one more ?gain deja vu
Up the chart yo y'all see the way I flew
Can't nobody do this the way I do
You like how I freaky freak this say I do (I do)
Haters sick of the hits like the witch of the west nobody wicked as this
I read in Rap Pages they refer to me as soft
Yeah, more like Microsoft
Will Gates of the rap game
Quintessential mega maniac what?s my rap name
Big Will I'm the man
Not conceded I?m as good as I say I am
Dang, diggy, dang, da-dang, da-dang, diggy, diggy
Back with the Trackmasters
The bang, jiggy, jiggy
Yo, every time I shoot I score
So many awards I can start Grammy chess board

I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)
You know you like this when I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Watch me I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)
Yo it's smooth when I freak this (yeah, yeah)

Uh I'm bout to freak this
I'm bout to freak this
I'm bout to freak this
Tone and Poke lace tha track
I lace the rap, Jeff do the cut
Yeah what, Rob do the mix, tape to JL
Then Tommy Mattola put it on sell
Then come da moment of truth
Hot off the press to the DJ booth
(Ay yo here it comes y'all that brand new Will Smith cut)
As soon as it drop watch the phones blow up!
BOOM then ship a mill
Quick to the store
What sold out?
When y'all gettin more
Finally get it, bump the track
Then come the multi-platinum plaque
Now I'm gonna leave it up to you
I bang the hits out just for you
And then my dream come true
(This year?s American Music Award goes to)
Huh, thank you

I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)
Yo you know I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
Oh you like when I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)
Girl you know I'm bout to freak this (yeah, yeah)
Yo peep it while I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no way I gotta freak this (yeah, yeah)
Yo you like how I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Yo check this style when I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Look at when I freak this (yeah, yeah)
Yo you know I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)
Don't sleep I'm gonna freak this (yeah, yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah, yeah)
Big Will just freak this (yeah, yeah)
Ha, ha

[K-Ci]
Here it comes another year
Come on everyone, new millennium
Here it comes another year
Everyone, new millennium

[Will Smith]
There's a party tonight
Everybody was drinking
The house was screaming
And the bass was shaking
And it won't be long
Till everybody knowing
That twelve o'clock the roof will be blowing
Drinks on me, up the cups, and
Midnight coming at full thrust, and
Dick Clark holding it down, and
The second hand rolling around (Na, na, na, na)
Hundred thousands deep, world wide press
Hate to be the man that gotta clean this mess
Same resolution, get the money
Ain't where we've been, it's where we gonna be
Get ready to hum, hold hand time
Cause a person that know the words is hard to find
First soul train line of the year
Four, three, two, one

[K-Ci]
Its here and I like it
Gonna pack the dance floor
Rock the dance floor

[K-Ci]
Here it comes another year
Come on everyone, new millennium
Here it comes another year
Everyone, new millennium

[K-Ci]
Yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah
Say yeah, yeah

[Will Smith]
I remember trying to count how old I'd be
When the clock struck twelve in the year two g
Medianoche finally near
This will be that anthem amongst the cheers
Just the man to usher it in
Big Will bringing the heat
K-Ci bringing the plan
Ringing it in, waiting for the ball to drop
That 2000 vault we breaking the lock
Let hip-hop keep blazing the charts
May the past keep a warm spot in your heart
May the future hold more joy then pain
Hands in the air waiting for confetti to rain

[K-Ci]
Its here and I like it
Gonna pack the dance floor
Rock the dance floor

[K-Ci]
Here it comes another year
Come on everyone, new millennium
Here it comes another year
Everyone, new millennium

[Will]
There's a party tonight
Everybody was drinking
The house was screaming
And the bass was shaking
And it won't be long
Till everybody knowing at twelve o'clock
At 12 o'clock
Say what? Say what? Say what? What?

[K-Ci]
Here it comes another year
Come on everyone, new millennium
Here it comes another year
Everyone, new millennium

[Will]
True dat, true dat, true dat
Yo London, uh come on
Yo Bangkok, come on, come on
LA, ha, ha
The NYC
Come on, say what? Say what?
Yo Philly, come on, hey
Hey Tokyo, come on
Everybody say what now
Say what now, saw what now
Come on, come on, come on