I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone A shadow in a corner Just playin' along! I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside But if a get a car A moment to ride Because I know if I ever tear living with you
You've got a holding chain And you don't know what to do! You'd stop!
You wanna do it But you don't know what you doin' baby A-a-a-a-aha You wanna feel it, But you don't know what you're feeling tonight! And if you're thinking And I don't know what you're thinking baby A-a-a-a-aha You go on thinking And you gonna make it alright!
I'm in Prada boy [?] I'm a late [?] not a heart in [?] I got Saturday night, enoughs been said If I ever had to do it, Well, you know I wouldn't care I'd just get down, I'm loving the feat And if I wanna talk back, the message is free I never found a ray and [?] And if you can't partake, you get 'em alive You get a heart
You wanna do it But you don't know what you doin' baby A-a-a-a-aha You wanna feel it, But you don't know what you're feeling tonight! And if you're thinking And I don't know what you're thinking baby A-a-a-a-aha You go on thinking And you gonna make it alright!
Every time we try, we get nowhere But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah Trying so hard to act like we don't care But it's true, you do, nothing is left So I guess I'm right!
New word, onomatopoeia (boom) Quit acting like you don't wanna be here. Fuck around and get jumped like Lee Get glocced in the club, make ya really wanna leave me-a-lone. Get off and gone, gone OK, OK, OK back to the happy song Rap ain't nuttin' but the art talking ish My girl look pretty up there, right here My plaid pants, my solid future Asinine ass, and a glorious cooch-er I'm an outcast, but you're into me Summer got mad cause winter blew me That juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh Generation X on bloop de bloop Get duked, got get duked, duked Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof, ha! Like a chimney, I commend me How come it be Some lame man, we can talk about "Oh, he don't rap enough" But yeah I rap a lot and I'm a wrap it up, ho Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' Willie D, ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' killing me Better play with' yo momitcha mama, Bet you can't stay wi' yo momitchka mama Keep sleeping on, I'm a rock my pajamas In the daytime I swear, I promise Dare a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off How come blacks don't play baseball, Y'all right, know y'all replace all this fly ish. Our state finn'ta take off.
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Need fresh booty juice, given you that tang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Bet it up, head-er up, a lava language, and the vocals volcanic If it ain't fix, don't broke it, don't panic If it ain't hits, it ain't shit, it's shit damn it If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then hush Man, they sound like... Man, they stole yo... Man, they look like... Nope it ain't us.
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang ...