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This song is by Jermaine Dupri, features Slick Rick and appears on the album Life in 1472 (1998).

Slick Rick
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now
Talking all that shit
Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah)
All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit
Tryin' to dis niggas and all that bullshit, know what I'm sayin'? (yeah)
But you know deep down I your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all niggas is bombs
Compared to this nigga named Slick Rick
You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah)
Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come back and kick y'all
Motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Jermaine Dupri
Yo, turn it up
Yo, turn it up
Y'all gotta turn it up
Do like I do, ha ha

Slick Rick
Ladies and gents, let the teacher start
I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart
You motherfuckers can't see me
Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy
All in the grill of the gruesome
1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome
Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine Dupri

Jermaine Dupri
Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books
See, I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you know)
That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear two times

Slick Rick
JD not the one to fuck around with
Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid

Jermaine Dupri
That's right, so don't ask us who the best
From the north to the south to the east to the west
We're

Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks

Jermaine Dupri
Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz
Walkin' down the street, you know mindin' my own biz
My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoin'
"Hey JD, where your fine ass goin'?"
To the studio, I told her frontin'
Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin'

Slick Rick
For real and that shit ain't a fact?

Jermaine Dupri
She said that she would meet me at my house around 10
Not to mention, a nice tender body
10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty
My man girl told totally deceptive
Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum (unhhh)
See, the woman so shady
Talkin' bout actin' like she upped and offed JD
Now she wanna kiss and caress
'Cause I left a couple of bite marks on the hun's breasts I'm

Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks

Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks

Slick Rick
When the doubt falls, my door they knock upon
Designers even ask me what they need to stock up on
Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us
When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant?
Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers
We'll diarrhea up on your black ass
Babies jump out the carriage
Could even fix the Hilary and Clinton marriage
Charisma now felt
To the point where even I could make even lesbians melt
Models bookin' at me
Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm lookin' at me (you know)
It's kinda outlandish, rastas even say
"What kind fine young man dis"
So don't put me to the test
From the north, from the south to the east to the west, we're

Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks

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Slick Rick

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