Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's A Boy, artist - Slick Rick. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
It's A Boy |
| It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at Though I definetly fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean it Gotta be careful, be told, commercial ever |
| seen it Want a few, I wrote, some ask my cheatin do I know |
| Not a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho |
| So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga |
| How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga |
| Cute as a bunny, he tell bout the time he pickin cotton |
| So it ain’t forgottin, hope I don’t spoil a nigga rotten |
| Also, don’t discriminate white, he be quite bright, taught he might |
| If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right |
| So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal |
| Seen as a mother livin on soil, it’s best to have someone to spoil |
| So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A’Doy |
| Said he destroy, annoy, don’t meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy |
| And it’s a boy |
| Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done wit the boys game |
| Toy playin, Ricky Jr. being one of the joys name |
| And further taught him birds and bees |
| so on the nerdin birds, heard the second to third |
| and 'dada'better be the first words too |
| Just kiddin, gonna be a one man girl, spend a lotta me wearin |
| Best to care, best about what money can buy, is what I be wearin |
| Rip these ribbons around, protectin, this ain’t a kid I’ve kept in Don’t raise ya kindergarten probably be another major step in Long as holdin star, holdin, cuz yo be loadin trips and sowin |
| Ya knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowin |
| It’s kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasin |
| Sneazin, now what do I do when he cry for no reason |
| So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A’Doy |
| Said he destroy, annoy, don’t meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy |
| And it’s a boy |
| Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, I could string |
| Line of cuties, though cling, don’t wanna mess up a good thing |
| You know how it is, when guys are big, girls seem to hog |
| And scream a dog or scheme for more drugs |
| Goin into labor date, 18 of August |
| It’s that time tellin friends, congratulate’s yellin |
| Gotta be six or premature, but thanks to God, he’s doin well |
| And givin credit where it’s due, while rap achievin let it As for bills forget it, cuz the way I rap, don’t even sweat it Why though when me and my husband, don’t fuss, agree |
| Though son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born |
| At 3:01, by gone be gone, there’s nowhere wrong and all |
| Yours sons about, and since I didn’t, this being the first |
| You know I had to write a rap about the incident |
| And the rose is for the squeeze, I would of sent it for no women |
| Wit the kin in it, we should thank Lord as we enter a new beginning |
| And like I said, any toy, I’m tryin ya that, Ms. A’Doy |
| That they destroy, annoy, don’t mean a moms in middle of fifth and joy |
| And it’s a boy |