chris can you drop me off downtown, on third He said sure, waddup game hop in He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea Before we get to third drop
oh no [Slick Rick] Missy No longer will I pretend [Slick Rick] Slick Rick in the house Let's get it on cause we both grown [Slick Rick] Yeah, yeah, yeah
get down on my knees Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted And like Slick Rick
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip hop) Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it
that homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me" So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie You got a heart homeboy? Then show it to me The flow's
feed us Come on I need answers, is God gonna judge us for turnin burners on niggas who tried to merk us On the day of judgement - who knows? Until then
Me and my niggaz smokin chronic in the back Got ass so fat, I like it like that When she get up all on it I'll beat it from the back.... [Chorus] On
, I like it like that When she get up all on it I'll beat it from the back On some real shit, I gotta be the best I gotta stay fresh, I represent the West On
gee, oh yeah, that's me Don't forget it act like you knew it before I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before, I turn around and burn everything
Like A Spaceship Lights Everywhere Make It Bright Anywhere Got The Sun On My Neck Full Moon On My Wrist Da-Da-Daimonds In My Mouth And It's All On A
y2k, my chips be micro, unlimited Me and rick d reap the benefit Cars, girls, jewels, innocent Next year it'll be old, we get rid of it Yeah like that, yeah we
no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So mister cee let the volume grow So I can flow, now yo Juice crew's the family, slick rick's a friend of me
ery-day" - [Slick Rick] [Kam] Ten and two, fingertips on the steering wheel Sittin on the phonebook, smellin like Clear-a-sil A young boy's weekend on
what you like (haha, it's on me) You can order what you like (haha, it's on me baby) 'Cause we'll be on a yacht, starin at white beaches and waves (that
on my wasit we do that h-town stomp then we 2 step to tha bass everybody in h-town got that gat on they waist you know how we do we aint no fools back
then slick ricks Warfare and lick 6 we never ride Rav 4 Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford Ridin' round with a gat on the damn dashboard Oh No!, sab
't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that Oh boy! Uhh (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin) (Yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker) (We
just Turn it up, all the homies in the house c'mon Turn it up, we rollin' somethin' Burn it up, we poppin' somethin' Turn it up, we drinkin' somethin' Turn it