Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La-Di-Da-Di, artist - Slick Rick. Album song The Art Of Storytelling, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
La-Di-Da-Di |
Okay party people in the house… |
This is something you never witnessed before… |
Yes, it’s the incredible doug e. |
fresh… |
With his partner, the grand wizard mc, ricky d |
D, and that’s me in the place to be. |
We goin’to do it for '85, kick it live, allright? |
Cuz you know, you’re all sick of all these crap rappers |
Biting their rhymes because of they’re back steppers. |
But when it comes to me and my man doug fresh here, |
There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah. |
But as impress, which we approve |
And yeah, we realize that we are on the move, |
So listen closely so y’all don’t miss |
As we go a little something like this, hit it! |
La-di-da-di… |
La-di-da-di… |
La-di, da-di! |
Yo peep this |
La-di-da-di, we like to party |
We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody |
We’re, just some men that’s on the mic |
And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic right |
For all of y’all, keep y’all in health |
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself |
Cause it’s cool when you cause a cozy conditioning |
Which we create, cause that’s our mission |
So listen close, to what we say |
Because this type of shit happens everyday |
I woke up around ten o’clock in the morning |
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn and |
Went to the bathroom to wash up Put some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup, said |
Mirror mirror on the wall |
Who is the top choice of them all |
There was a rumble tumble, five minutes it lasted |
The mirror said, «you are you conceited bastard!» |
Well that true, that why we never had no beef |
Then i washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth |
Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pail |
And then i grabbed the file for my finger nails |
I’m true to the style on my behalf |
I put the bubbles in the tub so i could take a bubble bath |
Clean, dry, was my, body and hair |
I threw on my brand new gucci underwear |
For all the girls i might take home |
I got the johnson’s baby powder and the polo cologne |
Fresh dress, like a million bucks, |
Put on the bally shoes and the fly green socks. |
Stepped out the house stopped short, oh no Went back in i forgot my kangol |
Then i dilly, dally, i ran through the alley |
I bumped into this homegirl named sally from the valley |
This was a girl playing hard to get |
So i said «what's wrong?"cause she looked upset |
She said uh, «it's all because of you |
I’m feeling sad and blue |
You went away |
And now my life is filled with rainy days |
I love you so How much you’ll never know |
Cause you took your love away from me» |
Now what was i to do |
She was crying over me and she was feeling blue |
I said, «don't cry, dry, your eyes |
Here comes your mother with those two little guys» |
Her mean mother steps and says to me «hi!» |
Hit sally in the face and punched her in the eye |
Kicked her in the belly, and stepped on her feet |
Slammed the child on the hard concrete |
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone |
Something was wrong i said what was going on? |
I tried to break it up i said, stop it, leave her |
She said, «if i can’t have you she can’t either» |
She grabbed me closely by my socks |
So i broke the hell out like i had the chicken pox |
But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick |
She put a finger in the face of mc rick, and said |
«why don’t you give me some play? |
And we can go cruising in my (oj) |
And if you give me that ok |
I’ll give you all my love today |
Ricky ricky ricky, can’t you see |
Somehow your words just hypnotize me And i just love your jazzy ways |
So mc rick my love is here to stay» |
And on and on and on she kept on The bitch been around before my mother’s born |
I said, «cheer up!"i gave her a kiss |
I said, «you can’t have me i’m too young for you miss» |
She said, «no you’re not,"then she starts crying |
I says, «i'm nineteen», she says, «stop lying!» |
I said, «i am -- go ask my mother |
And with your wrinkled pussy, i can’t be your lover!» |
To the heart tick tock you don’t stop |
To the heart tick tock you don’t quit, hit it! |
…don't ever forget, doug e. |
fresh, and mc ricky d… |