Steve Ett - Slow Ride lyrics

[Produced by Rick Rubin and Beastie Boys] They got a committee to get me off the block Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to White Castle and we got thrown out I got my boy Mike D. - I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool Bud Slow riding, gun hidin', on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the cla**room, coolin' in the back My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack She chased me out of cla**, she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand, at the microphone stand Ay, yo, homeboy - what you drinkin', man? I got money - I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythms - I got rhymes I got the girlies with the def behinds I got ill - I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold - I got funky I got the new dance they call the Bra** Monkey Because I'm hard hittin' - always bitten - cool as hell I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell Sittin' around the house - gettin' high and watchin' tube Eating Colonel's chicken - drinkin' Heineken brew I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster - I'm the king of the ave I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have All the fine ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention - cause I'm on that dust