Street Talkin` Lyrics

Street Talkin` lyrics

Chorus: Slick Rick  

  

 Don't try to claim things I haven't earned honest  man  

 Slick Rick and OutKast is on this jam  

 What kid? Diamond on the 2 2 grand  

 Trying to help raise all youth to man  

 Slick the Ruler Rick his space to slam  

 Help clean up this land  

 The reputation of this man  

 Withhold and withstand  

  

 Verse One: Slick Rick  

  

 OutKast and Slick  the answer is in it  

 Hon you need to get your ass on the dancefloor this minute  

 We bruise stuff, knock you out shoes, socks  

 Show your ass, move your fuck out, we're mad smoove snots  

 La-Di-Da-Di, mmmmm we like to party  

 Don't make me get money and platinumize my body  

 With bright stuff, known to earn a dyke's love  

 Blind folks be like, "Somebody turned the lights off"  

 Immense rep, poppin out a muffin  

 Make famous artists that's dead hop out a coffin  

 At the real estate, behavin type choosy  

 Want a palace with the shit beige and light blue please  

 Got the kid like "watch your melon"  

 Since I came out of jail, it's like the planet gone bananas  

 Lack of strength a badder fella had  

 Lady lookin at me all stink, I had to tell her that  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Verse Two: Big Boi  

  

 Uhh, I went from _Player's Ball_ to bulldoggin  

 From bulldoggin to bowhoggin  

 Now bowhoggin and pimpwalkin  

 That strictly fresh and street talkin  

 And we all last like that there  

 Ruin them all up like cat hair  

 We never fall off like hat wear  

 We some of the dopest MC's out there  

 Now eat that, OutKast and Ricky D, bitch can you beat that?  

 Remember the time I laid them down ?? ?? times I see that  

 Just to sport a rhyme and break in new patterns like ??  

 Shuckin and jivin was never the style  

 I'm gon' keep on ? this line  

 Spittin that King Shit, you cling shit  

 A tailor and a seamstress  

 New gators for you haters and the penis for all you beatches  

 Like an addiction cause I need it, hip-hop is that I be that  

 Like a junkie showin your monkey, cause I sho' nuff like to beat it  

 Might just eat it just to skeet it, fold you up like you was pleated  

 Like some slacks and, relaxin, be strollin like some cats then  

 I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin  

 Not trappin, b-boy, but rappin, huh  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Verse Three: Slick Rick  

  

 Seems everybody's open off the grammar  

 The white fox pink velvet suit, white cabana  

 Listen baby girl, genius Rick ta..  

 dreamboat wish, you shoulda been clicked picture  

 (Check her out) I don't know what you're tryin to figure out  

 Down South, barbecue ribs fly out a nigga mouth  

 And touchin me The Chosen, for such a will opposin  

 Me and Big Boi tryin to give our children clothing  

 Smokin love - do we provide dope enough?  

 Even people UNBORN KID wide open off  

 the enginin I'm sendin in  

 Even make construction workers start actin kind of feminine  

 (Hi!!) 10%'ll blast this hit from me and Big Boi  

 who represent the OutKast click  

 A jealous cat, lack of strength a badder fella had  

 Lady lookin at me all stink, had to tell her that  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Slick Rick and OutKast is on this jam..  

 Tryin to help raise all youth to man..  

 Slick the Ruler Rick his space to slam..  

 The reputation of this man