Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're,

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

Everytime, cause we don't play Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on Ya niggas know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play It's dark, and hell is hot "who turned out the lights?" is

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

She on the floor Just a girl (just a bird) Before she falls out of love Whoa with a nigga like me Before you fuck her She said it won't be long It won't be long

Two pills and a half, wait nigga, fuck that Eight doobies to the face Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You can have all my shine I'll give you the light Fuck that, eight doobies to the face Fuck that. twelve bottles in the case nigga, fuck that

YMCMB, Ross niggas doing it School for the blind, I don't see these niggas doing it I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell If you scared, go to church I’ll

Damn, it must suck to be a fuck nigga Ol' greedy ass nigga only thinking 'bout himself They get the fame, then get the wealth But people are struggling, who did you help? People are struggling, who did you help? Who did you help, fuck nigga? To all the

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it) I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!) 'Cause you know in the old days they couldn't say the shit they wanted to say They had to fake orgasms and shit We can tell niggas today, "Hey, I wanna cum,

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West