History
When he was growing up, he found that listening to his parents was unbearable. He got a job as a newspaper boy at age 7 to support his family. Once he grew up, he developed a reputation and following as a school and block party DJ extraordinaire, Jazzy Jeff was the feature of the duo DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince. As a duo, they had several gold and platinum-selling albums and singles in the late 1980s and early 1990s, earning them the first rap Grammy ever presented in 1989 for Parents Just Don't Understand. When Smith branched out into television with the sitcom The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Jazzy Jeff played a recurring character named "Jazz", Smith's best friend on the show. The two characters always greeted each other with their signature handshake (swinging mid-five, point-back/snap with both characters saying "Pssh!").
Jazz' trademarks include being physically ejected from the house by Uncle Phil (James Avery), screaming as he went flying out the front door. This was referenced in the song "N.Y, N.Y." by Lloyd Banks from his second album Rotten Apple, with the lyric "I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff". [1]
DJ Jazzy Jeff is not to be confused with Jeffrey Myree from the earlier hip hop group Funky Four Plus One, which in fact filed and won a lawsuit over the name Jazzy Jeff against Jeff Townes and Jive records when they signed DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince. After DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince broke up, Townes went on to become a prominent R&B, soul, and neo soul record producer, establishing the A Touch of Jazz production company in his native Philadelphia. Among the artists that Jazzy Jeff has helped develop are Jill Scott and Musiq. Even though he separated from Will Smith as music partners, they are still best friends and still occasionally work together. Some songs by Will Smith were produced by Jeff Townes (Ex. Here He Comes), and he has performed on some songs by Will Smith such as "So Fresh" and "Potnas". In addition, he appears in several of Smith's music videos such as "Will2K", "Freakin' It", and "Party Starter". On some occasions, he makes appearances with Smith on live concerts, producing DJ scratches.
He, along with DJ Cash Money, is credited with making the transform scratch famous.
On July 2, 2005, DJ Jazzy Jeff performed with Will Smith at the Live 8 concert in Philadelphia. In the past, Will has performed on concerts with DJ Jazzy Jeff for the scratches. Moreover, Will acknowledges him in his music like "Comin' To The Stage" from the album Lost & Found or "Potnas" in his album Willennium.
His 2007 release TROTM (The Return of the Magnificent) is a classic work which returns to the roots of hip-hop with a neo-soul mixture included. This album featured numerous collaborations with old school and new school artists including CL Smooth, Big Daddy Kane, Pos from De La Soul, Method Man, Peedi Crakk (a remake of Brand New Funk), Rhymefest, and Raheem DeVaughn.
In 2007, he appeared with Rhymefest in the video DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Fest directed by Konee Rok, in which he makes music in his home recording studio with Rhymefest and they reveal that they are working on an album together called "I'm the DJ, I'm the Rapper".
Discography
Solo work as DJ Jazzy Jeff
* Unreleased album from Sony Records (1998)
* One cut in Battle of DJs
* The Magnificent (2002)
* Soulheaven Presents Jazzy Jeff in the House (2004)
* The Soul Mixtape Groovin' Records USA (2005)
* Hip-Hop Forever II Rapster Records (2004)
* Hip-Hop Forever III BBE Records (2006)
* The Return of The Magnificent EP (2007)
* The Return of the Magnificent (2007)
* The Return of Hip Hop EP (2007)
As DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince
* Rock the House (1987) #83 US (Gold)
* He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper (1988) #4 US (3x Platinum)
* And in This Corner… (1989) #39 US (Gold)
* Homebase (1991) #12 US (Platinum)
* Code Red (1993) #64 US (Gold)
* Greatest Hits (1998) #144 US, #20 UK
* Before The Willennium (1999)
* The Very Best of D.J. Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince (2006)
Miscellaneous
* 1991 - Deep, Deep, Trouble with Bart Simpson and the remixes; from The Simpsons Sing the Blues
* 1997 - Jazzy Jeff's Theme; from the album Nuyorican Soul
* 1998 - "When To Stand Up" featuring Eminem
* 1998 - I Don't Know by Slum Village (scratches); from the album Fantastic, Vol. 2
* 1999 - The Next Movement by The Roots (scratches); from the album Things Fall Apart
* 2004 - Mirrorball (DJ Jazzy Jeff Full Sole Remix) by Everything But The Girl; from Adapt or Die: 10 Years of Remixes
* 2005 - Papa Was A Rollin' Stone (DJ Jazzy Jeff & Pete Kuzma Solefull Mix) by the Temptations; from Motown Remixed.
* 2005 - Lost & Found by Will Smith; produced intro song Here He Comes and several DJ scratches on several tracks
* 2005 - The Minstrel Show by Little Brother; Scratches on the song Watch Me.
* 2006 - Feel It (Jazzy Jeff Soulful Remix) by the Black Eyed Peas; from Renegotiations: The Remixes
* 2006 - Night in Tunisia (DJ Jazzy Jeff Remix) by Duke Jordan
* 2007 - Ear Drum by Talib Kweli; Scratches on song NY Weather Report.
* 2008 - Get Busy by The Roots (scratches); from the album Rising Down.
Ice Cream
DJ Jazzy Jeff Lyrics
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French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin'
See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin'
I catch shootin' strong notes as we got close
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath smellin' like cinnamon
Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
God damn, backyard's bangin' like a Benz-why
If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie
I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uh
Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team
You can have anything in this world except CREAM
So whatchu want to do? Whatchu want to do?
Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness
Yo I'm loungin', big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest
Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking
Not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian
Ghettos, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
After that, I'm shootin' downtown
I'm rockin' hats and you wig is all intact
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
Freaks be movin' in fly sneaks
Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat
So when I step in the square dear
You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs
Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise
Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin' out
Like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size
Ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
Take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
Masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self
Like wealth, so play me closely
Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me
Only a hard dozen want to be callin' me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin' spree you're lovin'
Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets
Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
It's the after party and bitches want to fuck
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch
And what they titties sucked, ice cream
Yeah, your guts
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
They want they titties sucked, ice cream
One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done
And your wigs tight, word up
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
That's for real
One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top
Yeah
And big up to my french vanillas
Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
And all that good stuff
That good stuff
The song "Ice Cream" by DJ Jazzy Jeff explores sexuality and relationships through the metaphor of ice cream flavors. The song implies that different women are like different flavors of ice cream, and the rapper boasts about his ability to "scoop" and "touch" them all. The lyrics use suggestive language, describing women's bodies in detail and referencing sexual acts. The chorus reinforces the idea that women are objects to be consumed and enjoyed, just like ice cream.
The first verse describes a summer day where the rapper is hanging out with women on the street. He describes their appearances and scents in detail, suggesting that he finds them attractive. The second verse focuses on one woman in particular, describing her as a "black chocolate girl wonder." The rapper fantasizes about her and describes a sexual encounter with her.
The song has been criticized for its objectification of women and promotion of toxic masculinity. Some have also pointed out that the metaphor of ice cream flavors reinforces racial stereotypes, with different flavors representing different races. Despite this, the song has remained popular in hip-hop culture and continues to be referenced and sampled in other songs.
Line by Line Meaning
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
Rappers are trying to get intimate with you
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Various types of ice cream flavors, not necessarily referring to actual ice cream
Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched
Even the 'sweeter' ice cream flavors are being hit on
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
The Wu Tang Clan is killing the ice cream game
Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin'
Women are looking their best in the warm weather with slicked-back Jheri curls
See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin'
You're hanging out with a group of women and attracting attention
I catch shootin' strong notes as we got close
I smell your strong perfume as we get closer together
She rocked rope, honey throat smellin' like Impulse
She's wearing a gold necklace and smells good like Impulse perfume
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Your whole body is hot like Nimrod, a biblical figure who was a mighty hunter
Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
You caught my attention like a fresh fish or I might not be God
Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
Your attitude is bad and crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
Your bad attitude turns me on like the singers Vassey and Lahrule
They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
My name is Starky Love-hun, and I have a plan
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
I'll do anything, even crossing the Shirley Temple hairdo with Billie Jean's dance moves
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
You're beautiful like Black Miss America and your name is Erica, is that true?
Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe
You have a lazy eye, a petite body, and wear a size six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath smellin' like cinnamon
You have a caramel-colored complexion and your breath smells like cinnamon
Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
Excuse me, I don't mean any harm, but turn around so I can see you again
God damn, backyard's bangin' like a Benz-why
Your body is banging like a Benz car
If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie
If I was cool, you'd be attracted to me like the Spudz McKenzie dog from the Budweiser commercials
I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
I'm powerful and can satisfy women to the point of exhaustion like the singer Adina Howard
Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uh
Sorry, that woman has been on my mind all week
Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team
Let's be a team, you beautiful Maybelline Queen
You can have anything in this world except CREAM
You can have anything except cash rules everything around me (CREAM)
So whatchu want to do? Whatchu want to do?
What do you want to do?
Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
Let's go and represent the Wu Tang Clan
Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness
We're the best from Shaolin, what's up, my love, peace to you
Yo I'm loungin', big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest
I'm chilling and comfortable while you guys are trying hard to be fly
Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking
You're making flashy moves and your jewelry is shaking
Not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian
You're not timid, looking good with an Asian-inspired outfit
Ghettos, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
The ghetto is your hometown and we can do whatever you want
After that, I'm shootin' downtown
After that, I'm going downtown (referring to oral sex)
I'm rockin' hats and you wig is all intact
I'm wearing a hat and your wig is still in place
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
Who is that attractive woman with curly black hair?
Freaks be movin' in fly sneaks
Attractive women are wearing nice sneakers
Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat
Women are wearing two-finger rings, gold teeth, and carrying weapons without fear
So when I step in the square dear
So when I enter a public area, my love
You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah
You better have cash or money to share, Puerto Ricans, come here
Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
You're a wonderful black woman with a brown complexion like thunder
Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
We'll talk until you have to go, and then give me your number
Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs
Your breasts and thighs are sexy and persuasive
Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise
You caught my attention like drugs, and I want to see your body
Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin' out
Sometimes you're a ten out of ten, and you make me weak
Like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size
I love you a lot, almost as much as I love my own penis
Ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
I miss you and your gentle touches
Take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
We're smoking cigars and I'm having sexual thoughts
Masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self
I'm fantasizing about being with you and pleasuring myself
Like wealth, so play me closely
Treat me like something valuable, like money
Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me
Women are paranoid because they want to be with me the most
Only a hard dozen want to be callin' me cousin
Only a few people want to be associated with me closely
Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin' spree you're lovin'
You're excited to shop through my music catalog
Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
Call me if you want to have sex like you would dig your own pockets
I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets
I ejaculate with great force, like I can break brooms out of their sockets
Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
The Wu-Tang Clan is here, what's up for real, guys?
It's the after party and bitches want to fuck
It's the after party and women want to have sex
Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch
Cold-hearted women become warm when they're with me
And what they titties sucked, ice cream
And they loved it so much it's like ice cream
Yeah, your guts
Yeah, your insides
One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done
I love my beautiful brown-skinned women, keep your nails done
And your wigs tight, word up
Make sure your wigs are tight, you know what I'm saying?
One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
I love my Puerto Rican women who call me daddy
That's for real
That's the truth
One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top
I love my women with caramel-colored skin and cherries on top
And big up to my french vanillas
And I love my women with light-colored skin
Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
Speaking French to my love: 'do you speak French? My love, thank you, yes yes, good candy'
And all that good stuff
And everything else that's good, you know what I mean?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: HOWARD E JOHNSON, ROBERT A KING, BILLY MOLL
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