Slow dancin'
Ho, stop glancin'
Ho, stop tellin' me, I know I'm f**in' handsome
Uhh
Slick Rick, stand when I sit
Shake my hand, seven grams in the spliff
b**hes' hands on your hips
Rub your titties if you love hip hop
Cigarette between the lips, damn
I know the secrets kept between you and your b**h, man
Now I'm stuck inside the quicksand
Like call the celly, Poppavelli
EAST COAST across the belly
Ain't no sh** that you can tell me that gon' ruin it
Now I'm back inside the Buick with my crew in it
Bout it bout it, what it do, what it do wit it
Bout it bout it, what it do, what it do wit it
[Bout it bout it, what it do... x2]
Danny Lover on the cover for you
86 tatty on the lady lips
Got everything inside the house except the baby crib
Got everything inside the house except the baby crib
We don't need that sh**