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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slick Rick
Slick Rick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard William Walters
Richard William Walters
Composer
Douglas Davis
Douglas Davis
Composer

Lyrics

Okay, party people in the house You're about to witness something you've never witnessed before Yes, it's the original human beatbox, Doug E. Fresh And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D D and that's me in the place to be And we gonna show you how we do it for '85, kick it live, alright Because, um, I've got a funny feeling, um You're all sick of all these crap rappers Biting their rhymes because, um, they're back-stabbers But, uh, when it comes to me and my friend Doug Fresh here There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah Finesse impress which we prove And y'all will realize that we are on the move So listen close so, um, so you all don't miss As we go a little something like this Hit it Ah, yeah Uh, uh, you know what? La-di-da-di La-di-da-di La-di La-di You know what?, Yo, peep this La-di-da-di, we like to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're Just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic (Right) For all of y'all keeping y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy condition That we create, 'cause that's our mission So listen to what we say Because this type of shit, it happens every day I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawning Went to the bathroom to wash up Had some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup I said, "Um, mirror, mirror on the wall Who is the top choice of them all?" There was a rumble jumble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard!" But that's true, that's why we never have no beef So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth Used Oil Of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale And then I got the files for my fingernails Due to the night and on my behalf I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath Clean, dry was my body and hair I threw on my brand-new Gucci underwear For all the girls I might take home I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne Fresh, dress like a million bucks Threw on the Bally shoes and the fly green socks Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no I went back in, I forgot my Kangol And then I dilly (dally), I ran through a (alley) I bumped into my old girl (Sally) from the (Valley) This is a girl plays hard to get, so I said "What's wrong?" 'Cause she looked upset, she said "It's all because of you, I'm feeling sad and blue You went away, and now my life is filled with rainy days And I love you so, how much you'll never know 'Cause you took your love away from me" Now what was I to do? She's crying over me and she was feeling blue I said, um, "Don't cry, dry your eye Here comes your mother with those two little guys" Her mean mother stepped up, said to me "Hi" Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the (eye) Punched her in the belly and stepped on her (feet) Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Something was wrong, I said, "What is going on?" I tried to break it up, I said "Stop it, leave her" She said, "If I can't have you, she can't either" She grabbed me closely by my socks So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but She gave chase, she caught up quick She put a finger in the face of MC Rick She said, "Why don't you give me a play So we can go cruising in my OJ? And if you give me that okay I'll give you all my love today Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, can't you see? Somehow, your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways Oh, MC Rick, my love is here to stay!" And on and on and on she kept on The bitch been around before my mother's born I said, "Cheer up," I gave her a kiss I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you, miss" She says, "No, you're not!" then she starts crying I say, "I'm nineteen," she said, "Stop lying!" I say, "I am, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover!" To the tick-tock, ya don't stop To the tick-tick, ya don't quit Hit it! (Don't never forget, Doug E. Fresh and The Get Fresh Crew)
Writer(s): Ricky Walters, Douglas Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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