| I remember Rick way back in prehistoric
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| Wearing holey pants and always reading Marvel comics
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| Never used deodorant, clothes were always soiled
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| Instead of body lotion, Rick used the Crisco oil
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| Never had a hair cut, breath was always stenching
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| Used to try to catch me sitting on the school bench and
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| Speaking to me, stinking to me, killing all the flowers
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| Wish I had a Certs in my pocket, he could devour
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| Now he’s out the projects, no longer a resident
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| Heard his father died and left him crazy dead presidents
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| Seen the brother yesterday, pulled up in a Beamer
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| Looked me up and down and said «are you still a primadonna?»
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| I said no, I’ll get with you if you want me
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| You’re looking kinda buttermilk biscuit, on the money
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| No need for him to sweat, 'cause you got my respect
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| He’s living kinda greasy, yep he got himself correct
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| Jimmy was a stick, Toothpick is what they called him
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| Never combed his hair, which is why his mother balled him
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| Used to stick up kids going home from other schools
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| Till somebody beat him down, flipped his butt and changed the rules
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| He was back around the way being someone else’s Joey
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| Because he was bald they named him Obi Wan Kenobi
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| He said yo Imo be a rap star one day
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| They said shut your yellow teeth get me a forty okay
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| Well slap me upside my head, there go Jimmy
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| And there go all them brothers sayin' gimme gimme gimme
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| I see him on the box almost every other day
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| Ricochet from the down and out, butter up today
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| He made it to the top, to this there was no misdemeanor
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| And on Jimmy’s side, you know the grass was always greener
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| So hop, skip and jump for the twinkle, not a deadbeat
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| Because he knew exactly how to rock the greasy beats
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| Knew a kid cursed with the kiss of being bummy
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| Never got any play, didn’t find it very funny
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| He looked so scary and his head going bald
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| Liked to give us all his number, but nobody ever called
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| His name was Vom Boogie 'cause he’s always throwing up
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| Loved to drink himself sick, never thought he’d ever stop
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| Used to like to wear socks all the way up to his knees
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| And he kept tryna talk to my girl Bonita B
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| I saw Bonita B. just a few moments ago
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| Riding round inside a Lexus, acting like she didn’t know
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| Who I was standing there, that’s alright 'cause she’s a sucker
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| If he wasn’t living greasy she wouldn’t be with the brother
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| Count yourself lucky that you caught when you did
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| I might still talk to him regardless who he’s with
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| 'Cause he looking kinda butter, and I think he could please med
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| Because he’s living way beyond fat, he’s living greasy |