Intro: (DJ S&S) Slick Rick
(Uhh check it out..... S&S......
with the ruler '98........Def Jam.....)
And here we are in the phase again
That ol' funeral music is he goin to heaven or is he goin to hell?
I don't know he's right in the centre y'knowhutImean? (Uhh uhh)
(Uhh huh huh uhh huh huh uhh huh huh uhh huh c'mon
Uhh huh yeah uhh huh c'mon uhh huh '98 c'mon.....)
Verse One:
Nigga no way rap better than, act better, that
veteran of rap *?ceteran?*
Brung on, motherfucker sung on, run on
Come on, go and have fun on, run on
Immediate considered, no he really ain't
The main ingredient, comedian, must be obedient
Reason why the player who away a few, say that too
cos no one else can talk shit way I do
School kid, the cool slid
and I rule wid, still shoot wid my 2, kid
Ain't no way on Earth to faze Rick, the man plays with wit
Eras-ed the man amazin the bassin
Border him, all on ya albums slaughterin
Better spin like slavery when I order him
Rejects creep yet keep step
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check
Chorus:
Mack all of it, controller shit, catch hold of it
How you gonna move Slick when cats like solo Rick?
Accept, yet no chances that they make plans
to wreck and make a nigga, breakdance the record
I turned and learned this sequel I burned went
urgent, mad white people like servin
Interested with, gets congested with
clowns, haven't made a record, impress the kid
Verse Two:
No entry, let's keep a hood rhymin shit (A-party people)
Are you tryin to have yourself a good time or what?
No stressin you,
