| Don’t try to claim things I haven’t earned honest, man
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| Slick Rick and OutKast is on this jam
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| What kid? |
| Diamond on the 2−2 grand
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| Trying to help raise all youth to man
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| Slick the Ruler Rick his space to slam
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| Help clean up this land
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| The reputation of this man
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| Withhold and withstand
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| Verse One: Slick Rick
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| OutKast and Slick, the answer is in it
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| Hon you need to get your ass on the dancefloor this minute
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| We bruise stuff, knock you out shoes, socks
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| Show your ass, move your fuck out, we’re mad smoove snots
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| La-Di-Da-Di, mmmmm we like to party
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| Don’t make me get money and platinumize my body
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| with bright stuff, known to earn a dyke’s love
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| Blind folks be like, Somebody turn the lights off
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| Immense rep, poppin out a muffin
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| Make famous artists that’s dead hop out a coffin
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| At the real estate, behavin type choosy
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| Want a palace with the shit beige and light blue please
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| Got the kid like watch your melon
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| Since I came out of jail, it’s like the planet gone bananas
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| Lack of strength a badder fella had
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| Lady lookin at me all stink, I had to tell her that
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| Verse Two: Big Boi
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| Uhh, I went from _Player's Ball_ to bulldoggin
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| From bulldoggin to bowhoggin
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| Now bowhoggin and pimpwalkin
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| That strictly fresh and street talkin
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| And we all last like that there
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| Ruin them all up like cat hair
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| We never fall off like hat wear
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| We some of the dopest MC’s out there
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| Now eat that, OutKast and Ricky D, bitch can you beat that?
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| Remember the time I laid them down to Teenage Love now see that
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| Just to sport a rhyme and break in new patterns like hymens
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| Shuckin and jivin was never the style
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| I’m gon’keep on beatin this line
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| Spittin that King Shit, you cling shit
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| A tailor and a seamstress
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| New gators for you haters and the penis for all you beatches
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| Like an addiction cause I need it, hip-hop is that I be that
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| 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
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| Like some slacks and, relaxin, be strollin like some cats then
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| I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin
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| Not trappin, b-boy, but rappin, huh
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| Verse Three: Slick Rick
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| Seems everybody’s open off the grammar
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| The white fox pink velvet suit, white cabana
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| Listen baby girl, genius Rick ta.
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| dreamboat wish, you shoulda been clicked picture
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| (Check her out) I don’t know what you’re tryin to figure out
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| Down South, barbecue ribs fly out a nigga mouth
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| And touchin me The Chosen, for such a will opposin
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| Me and Big Boi tryin to give our children clothing
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| Smokin love — do we provide dope enough?
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| Even people UNBORN KID wide open off
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| the enginin I’m sendin in Even make construction workers start actin kind of feminine
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| (Hi!!) 10%'ll blast this hit from me and Big Boi
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| who represent the OutKast click
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| A jealous cat, lack of strength a badder fella had
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| Lady lookin at me all stink, had to tell her that
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| Slick Rick and OutKast is on this jam.
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| Tryin to help raise all youth to man.
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| Slick the Ruler Rick his space to slam.
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| The reputation of this man. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Talkin' , by - Slick Rick. Song from the album Best Of, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп