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It's me at last, the |
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Rickster, |
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Def Jam's where |
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I be Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at |
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Though I definetly fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean it |
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Gotta be careful, be told, commercial ever seen it |
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Want a few, |
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I wrote, some ask my cheatin do |
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I know Not a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho |
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So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga |
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How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga |
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Cute as a bunny, he tell bout the time he pickin cotton |
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So it ain't forgottin, hope |
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I don't spoil a nigga rotten |
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Also, don't discriminate white, he be quite bright, taught he might |
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If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right |
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So when I come home wit the quarter, |
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I say, yo shorty run to royal |
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Seen as a mother livin on soil, it's best to have someone to spoil |
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So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, |
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Mr. A'Doy |
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Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy |
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And it's a boy [crying] [Slick Rick] |
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Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done wit the boys game |
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Toy playin, |
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Ricky Jr. being one of the joys name |
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And further taught him birds and bees so on the nerdin birds, heard the second to third and 'dada' better be the first words too |
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Just kiddin, gonna be a one man girl, spend a lotta me wearin |
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Best to care, best about what money can buy, is what |
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I be wearin |
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Rip these ribbons around, protectin, this ain't a kid |
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I've kept in |
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Don't raise ya kindergarten probably be another major step in |
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Long as holdin star, holdin, cuz yo be loadin trips and sowin |
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Ya knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowin |
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It's kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasin |
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Sneazin, now what do |
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I do when he cry for no reason |
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So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, |
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Mr. A'Doy |
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Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy |
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And it's a boy [crying] [Slick Rick] |
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Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, |
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I could string |
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Line of cuties, though cling, don't wanna mess up a good thing |
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You know how it is, when guys are big, girls seem to hog |
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And scream a dog or scheme for more drugs |
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Goin into labor date, 18 of |
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August It's that time tellin friends, congratulate's yellin |
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Gotta be six or premature, but thanks to |
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God, he's doin well |
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And givin credit where it's due, while rap achievin let it |
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As for bills forget it, cuz the way |
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I rap, don't even sweat it |
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Why though when me and my husband, don't fuss, agree |
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Though son, |
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I still kinda wish |
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I could of been there when he was born |
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At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all |
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Yours sons about, and since |
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I didn't, this being the first |
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You know I had to write a rap about the incident |
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And the rose is for the squeeze, |
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I would of sent it for no women |
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Wit the kin in it, we should thank |
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Lord as we enter a new beginning |
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And like I said, any toy, |
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I'm tryin ya that, |
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Ms. A'Doy |
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That they destroy, annoy, don't mean a moms in middle of fifth and joy |
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And it's a boy |
