Slick Rick

Slick Rick - Street Talkin' lyrics

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Don't try to claim things I haven't earned honest  man
 Slick Rick and OutKast is on this jam
 What kid? Diamond on the 2 2 grand
 Trying to help raise all youth to man
 Slick the Ruler Rick his space to slam
 Help clean up this land
 The reputation of this man
 Withhold and withstand

 Verse One: Slick Rick

 OutKast and Slick  the answer is in it
 Hon you need to get your ass on the dancefloor this minute
 We bruise stuff, knock you out shoes, socks
 Show your ass, move your fuck out, we're mad smoove snots
 La-Di-Da-Di, mmmmm we like to party
 Don't make me get money and platinumize my body
 With bright stuff, known to earn a dyke's love
 Blind folks be like, "Somebody turned the lights off"
 Immense rep, poppin out a muffin
 Make famous artists that's dead hop out a coffin
 At the real estate, behavin type choosy
 Want a palace with the shit beige and light blue please
 Got the kid like "watch your melon"
 Since I came out of jail, it's like the planet gone bananas
 Lack of strength a badder fella had
 Lady lookin at me all stink, I had to tell her that

 Chorus

 Verse Two: Big Boi

 Uhh, I went from _Player's Ball_ to bulldoggin
 From bulldoggin to bowhoggin
 Now bowhoggin and pimpwalkin
 That strictly fresh and street talkin
 And we all last like that there
 Ruin them all up like cat hair
 We never fall off like hat wear
 We some of the dopest MC's out there
 Now eat that, OutKast and Ricky D, bitch can you beat that?
 Remember the time I laid them down ?? ?? times I see that
 Just to sport a rhyme and break in new patterns like ??
 Shuckin and jivin was never the style
 I'm gon' keep on ? this line
 Spittin that King Shit, you cling shit
 A tailor and a seamstress
 New gators for you haters and the penis for all you beatches
 Like an addiction cause I need it, hip-hop is that I be that
 Like a junkie showin your monkey, cause I sho' nuff like to beat it
 Might just eat it just to skeet it, fold you up like you was pleated
 Like some slacks and, relaxin, be strollin like some cats then
 I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin
 Not trappin, b-boy, but rappin, huh

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Slick Rick

 Seems everybody's open off the grammar
 The white fox pink velvet suit, white cabana
 Listen baby girl, genius Rick ta..
 dreamboat wish, you shoulda been clicked picture
 (Check her out) I don't know what you're tryin to figure out
 Down South, barbecue ribs fly out a nigga mouth
 And touchin me The Chosen, for such a will opposin
 Me and Big Boi tryin to give our children clothing
 Smokin love - do we provide dope enough?
 Even people UNBORN KID wide open off
 the enginin I'm sendin in
 Even make construction workers start actin kind of feminine
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: The Art of Storytelling (1999)

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