trynna act like snobs, get a job... [DJ scratches] [Slick Rick:] You want a damn hood? No, here she go, I'm a gonna try, here to try it Rick, my baby
a bag of * when you cut the seal When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son Nobody to go get, so I
life In the snow after the show, I had a fight wit' Phife Moves to a land to get away but back home Job was urkin' us, it sent me through a danger zone
been a time when you didn't have a dime And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes Since snoop, slick rick
I do with it? I copped a few with it Looking like a problem, but you won't get it solved You working but you won't get the job It's like, who would of
Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy You comin just a
Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job Maybe that's why I do it so odd Walk around just like I was god Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods Freeway strikin
?cause you?re a singer like Anita High pitched like a tweeter, deep beats start to beat her Much harder than love taps, my rap?s above that I get girls
a hollar from a bro with ring around the collar Its chief of police, grease bond, tell me to follow Treated me to everything, no taxin, maxin Gives me a
been a time when you didn't have a dime And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes, since (Snoop, Slick Rick
a bedtime story? Please, huh, please? Allright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook. Ya'll Tucked in? Yeah Here we go, Once upon a time not
peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it [Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-
forgive me [Big Pooh:] I stepped in about a quarter pass, you know, whatever I'm tryin' to get up on some ass, like whatever And grab a quick bite by
show, I had a fight wit' Phife. Moves to a land to get away but back home job was urkin' us, it sent me throuh a danger zone. The good thing, I found
