Slow Ride

They got a committee to get me off the block

'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em non-stop

'Cause 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 Ad-Rock

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-hiding, on the go

I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow

I'm the King of the classroom, cooling in the back

My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack

She chased me out of class, 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 drinking, 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

Got the new dance, they call it the Brass Monkey

Because I'm hard hitting, always bitten, cool as hell

I got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell

Sitting around the house getting high and watching tube

I'm eating Colonel's chicken, drinking Heineken brew

And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the King of the Ave

And 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