Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga, Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little
on the door It's the street family boss, I land by the shores Get pampered by whores, eat scamp and claws The kid's been trampled before by a tramp
Hart] - You're a liar, Fred. [Fred Casely] - Oh, yeah, so what? [Roxie Hart] You lied to me... [Fred Casely] That's right, sweetheart. That's right
Swift, won't you cut it on up? Ayy DJ, aiyyy DJ Yo, what's the name of this song, man? What's the name of this song? Flashback, always coming right
world whos advice I trust and respect more than yours Robbie: Son, Im not loaning you any money Jackson: What! What? Is that what you think this is about
yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs) (Call us gorillas in the myst) (Raunchy vocalist) Your code name (Doc) (Whats yo' name) Hot Nix Who them slick kids puffin
took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in What's up snake, why'd you violate? Because I'm a hossa (What's that?) Yo, that's a pig
my recital I'll never get my title tooken So you got a little 9 to 5, so what? What do you do for a living, slice cold cuts? You look slick, but you know
to MC's But as they say please I freeze Rhymes like these kill like a disease Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues Because they get bruised by
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something
hair Maybe they just meant my hair's longer than her's Why you all in my business Why you really really want to know the 4 1 1 Is it 'cause that my game's
cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' cheese Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's split the philly with
shoes, gotta be 20 man It's not even funny they can't BREATHE The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right These bitches
the door It's the street family boss, I land by the shores Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with
drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by [Hook] [Christina] Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit
doing what your doing shit it's your world. Not me, you know I'm on to the next girl. You know how people balled up like an S-Curl. Put some miles on