(feat. OutKast)
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[Chorus: Slick Rick]
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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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[Chorus]
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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
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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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[Chorus]
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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
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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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[Chorus]
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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..
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Street Talkin'
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| Slick Rick |
