Street Talkin Lyrics by Slick Rick

Street Talkin Lyrics

    Chorus: slick rick

    Don't try to claim things i haven't earned honest, man
    Slick rick and outkast is on this jam
    What kid? diamond on the 2-2 grand
    Trying to help raise all youth to man
    Slick the ruler rick his space to slam
    Help clean up this land
    The reputation of this man
    Withhold and withstand

    Verse one: slick rick

    Outkast and slick, the answer is in it
    Hon you need to get your ass on the dancefloor this minute
    We bruise stuff, knock you out shoes, socks
    Show your ass, move your fuck out, we're mad smoove snots
    La-di-da-di, mmmmm we like to party
    Don't make me get money and platinumize my body
    With bright stuff, known to earn a dyke's love
    Blind folks be like, "somebody turned the lights off"
    Immense rep, poppin out a muffin
    Make famous artists that's dead hop out a coffin
    At the real estate, behavin type choosy
    Want a palace with the shit beige and light blue please
    Got the kid like watch your manners
    Since i came out of jail, it's like the planet gone bananas
    Lack of strength a badder fella had
    Lady lookin at me all stink, i had to tell her that

    Chorus

    Verse two: big boi

    Uhh, i went from _player's ball_ to bulldoggin
    From bulldoggin to bowhoggin
    Now bowhoggin and pimpwalkin
    That strictly fresh and street talkin
    And we all last like that there
    Ruin them all up like cat hair
    We never fall off like hat wear
    We some of the dopest mc's out there
    Now eat that, outkast and ricky d, bitch can you beat that?
    Remember the time i laid them down to teenage love now see that
    Just to sport a rhyme and break in new patterns like hymens
    Shuckin and jivin was never the style
    I'm gon' keep on beatin this line
    Spittin that king shit, you cling shit
    A tailor and a seamstress
    New gators for you haters and the penis for all you beatches
    Like an addiction cause i need it, hip-hop is that i be that
    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
    Like some slacks and, relaxin, be strollin like some cats then
    I got a, baby daughter, and i feed her with this rappin
    Not trappin, b-boy, but rappin, huh

    Chorus

    Verse three: slick rick

    Seems everybody's open off the grammar
    The white fox pink velvet suit, white cabana
    Listen baby girl, genius rick ta..
    Dreamboat wish, you shoulda been clicked picture
    (check her out) i don't know what you're tryin to figure out
    Down south, barbecue ribs fly out a nigga mouth
    And touchin me the chosen, for such a will opposin
    Me and big boi tryin to give our children clothing
    Smokin love - do we provide dope enough?
    Even people unborn kid wide open off
    The enginin i'm sendin in
    Even make construction workers start actin kind of feminine
    (hi!!) 10%'ll blast this hit from me and big boi
    Who represent the outkast click
    A jealous cat, lack of strength a badder fella had
    Lady lookin at me all stink, had to tell her that

    Chorus

    Slick rick and outkast is on this jam..
    Tryin to help raise all youth to man..
    Slick the ruler rick his space to slam..
    The reputation of this man..

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