Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slick Rick
Vocals
Giggs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Thompson
Songwriter
Ricky Walters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slick Rick
Producer
Parker Ighile
Producer
Tumai "Turkish" Salih
Mixing Engineer
Dirty Saj
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
What's up, Idris?
You look sad, what's wrong, brother?
Stressed
Man, I hear ya brother
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Me too
Check it out
[Verse 1]
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On me, soul hungry, I'm lonely
Console me, crony, ****, I'm
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Bring that ass, finger licking
Make that ass wiggle a little
Kind of sad here in Britain, I'm
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Bring that black power up
Now a watch how I bop now
Though a **** was
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Now alive ****?
I will survive ****
Hi, ****, drive ****
[Verse 2]
Working patch, too cautious cat
Even white folk, "****, we bored, shit trash"
Service, my ****, thermus flicker
Who curb **** rhythm, what's the purpose of living? We
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Hold up! What's that dropping? Hip-hopping
Got a **** pop locking, back on
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Pardon me, pure in me, certainly
Do make appear more orderly
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Gotta nurse cat game, now aim
**** ready, first black James, who's
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Not at all, got played, olé
Don't worry about the doll cat made, though
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Hero, young De Niro
Square now once again, or here I come to save the
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Poet and the visual
Love, kid
Co-existing with you though
[Chorus]
Stressed
On me, soul hungry, I'm lonely
Console me, crony, ****, I'm
Stressed
Bring that ass, finger licking
Make that ass wiggle a little
Kind of sad here in Britain, I'm
Stressed
Bring that black power up
Now a watch how I bop now
Though a **** was
Stressed
Now alive ****?
I will survive ****
Hi, ****, drive ****
Stressed
[Verse 3]
Yeah, happy go thinker
Might smoke, but man a no drinker
But still got me some yack
And she got a stone ginger
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Yeah, man ain't no winger
No hero, man ain't mo hinder
I'm with baddest Tanisha
Yeah, and got solid for Linda
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Fake interference
You came late on the clearance
Yeah, she came great on endearments
I might make an appearance
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You can't fake how you feel
I got weight and I'm serious
Yeah, she's grumpy, on her period
Yeah, I'm hungry from appearance
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Yeah, knots from the closta
Yah, yah, yah, in the club when I Busta
Just got a shell, got a plug from a rasta
Trapped from the scales, to a block, to a customer
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Yeah, I been down in the sufferer
Now I complain to the butler
Yeah, keep quiet, where's the muffler?
Yeah, I let her go, couldn't trust her
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Written by: N. Thompson, R. Walters