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Yeah, check, check, I can't, I can't manage I, I can't (But you must Rick) I can't, I can't manage (But you must Rick) Ah, shit Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason, vision Releasin' me a basket case from prison - Pissed Blood feenin', the villain like 'Wassup ya'll' Deep down schemin' how to kill 'em Misleadin' a bit, although proceedin' a hit I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardise my freedom for shit Played the empty headed part, Though the moment they dreaded start, neat Back of the head and took the credit card Seen properly decease, Made it look like an everyday robbery to police And I's out Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky Alert the rest to beef up security And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred Another brother deservin' to get massacred Pleasure in poppin' that flea Should a heard mister tough guy coppin' mad pleas Not insane, nor am I biased Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before my fly ass Ain't nuttin' to blast, fuck it Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence A drug related incident I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers Reason why your girlfriends dig us - cause I kill niggaz You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother buckin' trife And gettin' way with murder, this the motherfucking life At a jam, nine figure on shelf While your army a nigger snickering among self - thiefs Who wanna clock the bread off the next That's why |
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Well first of all sit your cause I'm Victor The Ruler decorate a record just like a picture Slicker licker isn't this vigorous Motherfucker too Don Suave for any nigga it's I sold that offender Short killer note is that I wrote a tremendous Old neighborhood chow now Rick vow even rich niggaz must bow now Extrordinarily handsome grandson Pack your bags suitcase out the mansion Any time that you wish that - I flow that A whole bunch of big shots bums, now you know that Opinions, wifepiece - hers fat You wish a rapper could be better than perfect Candidate, who talk shit anyway And this is what most bitch walk this planet say Ricky your rappin is trapped in me Ricky your rappin is trapped in me Your rappin is trapped in me Your vocals is trapped in me Your voice gets trapped in me Your lyrics is trapped in me Your vocals is trapped in me.. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fecal sick of it, through the thick of it Even my cat like, |
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One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin' In the field makin' my brick without hayin' Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here You, boy, drop your bundle bring your butt in A soldier, what I do to that hood? |
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| 3:33 |
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Well I shot some there, then I copped some beer And did a show up in West Bubblefuck somewhere Due to raps wider ratio, satellites to Nato Hillbilly draws flew on the stage like tomatoes Apparently more mack than I thought Unfortunately wife piece back in New York And I'm starvin Being human and open with A mad fine hillbilly woman was scoping Rick Thought entered how to lean and bent it Though I'm not gonna lie I was extremely tempted (To what, Rick?) To discharge in a sista Next thing in the dressing room, ""Pardon me, mister"" Yes, I said cautiously ""Crazy, but possibly you could sign your name on the back of these Dazy Duke shorts for me"" Try to resist, now girlfriend startin' it The pen won't write, ""You can press down hard on it"" - Now my hand browsing her South end Spun around about to shove my tongue in her mouth when Rring! - Loosen the grip my hell had My girl, she was talking so nice I felt bad Being untrue, no telling what it might do to her ""I love you"", forced to say I love you back too to her Any thought of getting pussy was doomed to:""You got a wife?"" And a verse we coming up soon to - Got off the phone, cock just got mute Don't get me wrong it's not like you're not cute (Uh-huh) I'm wrong for mistreating her, the wanting to skeeting her ""I understand, goodbye, it was real nice meetin' ya"" What an angel overcoming his wrongness The moral I am trying to get across in this song is If goodness is what you're filling your soul with And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid (Say what?) Goodness is what you're filling your soul with And |
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| 3:20 |
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[Slick Rick] Check, check, check, check Check, check.. * Slick Rick starts humming a snake charmer song * Yeah.. They say.. that Rick Rick is.. You're all garbage, that type talk I'm on Dumb one becomin glad the great one walks among Whisperin, couple I scuffle eye You little feedback niggaz don't want any trouble Rick'll own clout, sewn bout Lick a throw now, how til death I kick a bone out Why pursue for folk object? My record will be barkin all through your broke project ?? Yes my dog art, best to park her, kark her ?? You don't want death to walk her Not sayin that ain't nuttin could do me But in the rap game, all secondary to me WHOA, whatever I settle if a nigga wanna eat he better never cry battle Hell yeah, ram the one sell fare elsewhere Put you and your family on welfare Chorus: Canibus (Ricky D!) Rip it up, your watery blood ain't thick enough, yo wack niggaz ain't slick enough Ready and willin to face you, death awaits you The king piece in the chess game, to checkmate you [Slick Rick] Ooooooooooh, twist shot bitch, ?? voter ignores ?? Watch toys duck, consider rap's ultimate voicebox Devour, and addressin dem coward How can one man posess so much power? Rhyme tearin through, bash all trifle the eyes and spare a few assholes lives This object brothers are glued to knob lick 'Scuse me, if I'm bein overly rude to public The favorite make you fall in love, make whoever with clever kid, make you do the best steps you ever did The trick is, managin to kick it It's no such thing as challenging the Slickest It's double-or-sure shot, crumble before spot (I know) Must be humble before |
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Verse 1: (sung by slick rick) Seems like yesterday We used to rock the post Makin love in the sheets Like a ghost Kissin and touchin And holdin ya close Kimberly Caire you've got to know that Love aint always What it seems to be Words can't express What you mean to me Even though you're gone We're still a team Through ya family I'll forfill your dreams In the future Can't wait to see If you open up Your heart to me Reminis some time When they took ya Kim 'Try to black it out But it plays again When these tears Are hard to concil Can't imagine All the pain I feel Give anything to hear half ya breathe Cuz I know that I'll still love you 'Till my death Chorus: Every breath you take Every move you make Every single day Every bond you break I'll be loving you It's kinda hard When your not around To know your at yor window Looking down Believe me, girl I cry for you Every night I cry for you When these tears Are hard to concil Can't imagine All the pain I feel Give anything to hear half ya breathe Cuz I know that I'll still love you 'Till my death Chorus (2x) |
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Yeah check check I can't I can't manage I I can't (But you must Rick) I can't I can't manage (But you must Rick) Ah shit Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason vision Releasin' me a basket case from prison Pissed Blood feenin' the villain like 'Wassup ya'll' Deep down schemin' how to kill 'em Misleadin' a bit although proceedin' a hit I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardise my freedom for shit Played the empty headed part, Though the moment they dreaded start, neat Back of the head and took the credit card Seen properly decease, Made it look like an everyday robbery to police And I's out Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky Alert the rest to beef up security And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred Another brother deservin' to get massacred Pleasure in poppin' that flea Should a heard mister tough guy coppin' mad pleas Not insane, nor am I biased Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before my fly ass Ain't nuttin' to blast, fuck it Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence A drug related incident I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers Reason why your girlfriends dig us - cause I kill niggaz You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother buckin' trife And gettin' way with murder, this the motherfucking life At a jam, nine figure on shelf While your army a nigger snickering among self - thiefs Who wanna clock the br |
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* cut and scratched "Slick Rick" *
* audience applause * * siren sounds * "MC... Ricky... D" * last syllable scratched * "Okay party people in the house" * scratched * "This is the original grand wizard" * cut and scratched "Slick Rick" * [unknown sample] * scratched "Slick Rick" * "Something funky push that in em" "Ricky... D" [Slick Rick] Is it a custom - to what? To provoke out a hostile apostle and make him smack the coke out your nostril BAP, the butter cat at gutter rappin and I'm all man Whatever gotta happen gotta happen Boy don't make me put my grown man shoe in you And I'm sorry father, for any wrongdoing doin you Cause dogs barkin and the girl sigh Here to present myself as the sparkle of the world's eye Picture I - where Spice Girls chick arrived England, January 14th, six-five While you scream out Brannyville "You old ass rapper!" You got it, but can he still sever, in other words, rap more clever like no other younger rapper walkin could ever? Apparently I done this, on this Stunned his behind - out the way of who reign I RUN THIS "Hurry up, run" * cut and scratched* "Run, run, run, are-run" * scratched from Run-D.M.C.* "Hurry up, run" * cut and scratched* [Rick] Out the way of who reign, I RUN THIS "Run.. run, are-run" * scratched from Run-D.M.C.* [Rick] Stop the world kid, bring it home Slick "run, are-run" |
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| 3:12 |
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All of you cock pullers are frontin Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin To better ya For any chick you want I'm gettin her Rob people mad ignorant et cetera Who the one to entertain and fume with? Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with? Reefer sweet wrap it up free fix greet Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet Evicted why you tryin to find shit to lick with? Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick Though you pretend to be glory I'm number one, that's the end of the story The black Clark Gable leave you numb Every single one, frontin on your label is a bum Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats Chorus: repeat 2X From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got de-ported, I Own America [Slick Rick] He's so crazy I smash rippin up the place Give the mack a taste I wipe my ass with a rapper face Cars come to a dead stop Rain find ways not to drop on my headtop Tycoon rush at the richest Even my complexion is a must-have to bitches Even without, car money to budget I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects Knahmean? Bitches are in awe * at the lingo * (pronounced OAR) Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills Saltin inferior, faultin to where we are Tryin to find fault in superior Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to yo |
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Back in the day, we slow kiss And man, I did search for an interior motive Cuz all your look is sound hype I wanna see if your worthwhile, settlin down type God knows there's bigger So, abserve to see if you gon sweat the next nigga Oh help me make green light furriers You know in life you can't race around with no worthless So continue the sequel You weighed in the scale and we lived as free people Then disagree and erupted too I don't feel my standards are being lived up to So erection conquers, I ran out, went and had sex in Yonkers God knows that flakin, jerkin her and not the replace Great is lookin for (Chorus) I thought you didnt love and didn't need (lay hey hey) I thought you said forever, to decease (lay hey hey) I swore you were dishonest, do you believe (lay hey hey) I'll search this world forever, are you real? (lay hey hey) (Slick Rick) Low is my time of honor, friend material and not that type of barner So myself out of chump Would the problems with having worth that type of jump Commitment, rig, act cruddy, and regardless, move made and back studyin Still screamin, thrown and elegance Grown, don't play, growned intelligence Fix what bother, and another If speed's not made, once again, who gonna suffer? Stubborn fools came The mule came over here wit a girl from the old school name Though hit and all though back's about wit, memories And that's about it, Cuz (Chorus) Cuz,I thought you didnt love and didn't need (lay hey hey) I thought you said forever, to decease (lay hey hey) I swore you were dishonest, do you believe (lay hey hey) I'll search this world forever, are you real? (lay hey hey) (Slick Rick) |
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Check (5X) Well, let us skip the boring foreplay I'm slidin' right in This girl over my house who had to be about 19 Ass, hoes in my poster She's sweatin' although she tried to hold her composure I hoped she'd take it in the ass and suck dick (Girl) My my what a nice apartment you got Rick On her knees about to make her fall (Girl) |
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Yeah, know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Slick, Whoa! Yeah, whee! [Slick Rick] Fine grown Pine-Sol Heavenly rhyme throne Remember when you were young in the 70 time zone Stages, ages about seven I say kid The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest rate like James Brown 'n them ??, A groovy era acting Member seeing Shaft in the movie theater back then? I feel Richard Roundtree got 'em a fly deal Black man wearin' bell bottom and high heels Laughed a lot, some action mass production Remember when cars were darn near half a block long? Parents were so into that crap Bunch a sweet memories to us older rap cats Muhammad Ali knucklin in tournament Pimp daddy hats with buckles and ornaments How we forget snappy Five people sleepin' in one matress and yet happy Could even make sex seem sour As I impress the world with my extreme power, cause Chorus: repeat 2X Rick make memories sealed in almanacs Not to mention the immence appeal the mack hat When you wake up in the morning (redeem from any crap) Because I bring that love and feeling back to rap [Slick Rick] For situated as poor beneficialator Kool-Aid couldn't last a hot minute in the 'frigerator School notes, slidin and stealin, hidin 'em Bazooka, bubble gum cartoons still inside of 'em No way same essence of ? Pimps flyest dressin' muthafuckas, weren't they? But hood lies, you afraid of a good wine? I used to love the actor who portrayed one on Good Times You need a friend to ? a soul, man it kinda slow One thing 'bout a bro, overflow when it ? Life, a pitiful |
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| 3:59 |
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One of the greatest rapper walk I'm sayin' In the field makin' my brick without hayin' Mad busy kid nah whip cut here You boy drop your bundle bring your butt in A soldier what I do to that hood? |
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All of you cock-pullers are frontin Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin To better ya For any chick you want, I'm gettin her Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera Who the one to entertain and fume with? Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with? Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet Evicted why you tryin to find shit to lick with? Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick Though you pretend to be glory I'm number one, that's the end of the story The black Clark Gable leave you numb Every single one, frontin on your label is a bum Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats Chorus: repeat 2X From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got de-ported, I Own America [Slick Rick] He's so crazy I smash rippin up the place Give the mack a taste I wipe my ass with a rapper face Cars come to a dead stop Rain find ways not to drop on my headtop Tycoon rush at the richest Even my complexion is a must-have to bitches Even without, car money to budget I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects Knahmean? Bitches are in awe * at the lingo * (pronounced OAR) Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills Saltin inferior, faultin to where we are Tryin to find fault in superior Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper ca |
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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, allright [Doug E. Fresh] This is... a world premiere... One time y'all, as we turn the heat Once again, as we turn the heat Make it hot, make it hot, hot, come on, uh [Slick Rick] Her legends, trying keep it soulful But just since its (Slick Rick) being an old school legend I decide to make a jam the kids will slam on (DING DONG) How you doing, Gigi? Is your man home? In the living room I see the brother sitting Say what yo? [Doug E. Fresh] Yo we cooked 'em in Atlanta [Slick Rick] You think we didn't? Bitch coming on, beat box stunning, son [Doug E. Fresh] Yo, where'd you get that outfit? [Slick Rick] One twenty from (?) Seen the vibe Cali's on Lets do an up to date, Doug, put your Ballys on I burn 'em on, chick got to storm While other rapper cat' kettle go hot to warm We Turn It ON (Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh on) [Doug E. Fresh] As we turn the heat, yo, yo, uh Here's a blast from the past,crowd movers of the future Unlimited, hitting it like we used ta Boost a track son, we all that son Where you been Rick? [Slick Rick] Me? Missing in action Here's a story bout a cutie, bout a rich, bout to ditch I'm also known to fuck the beauty out a bitch! (Say what?) Might not shoot you in front of group two Run a boot, did I mention I'm also quite cute too? [Doug E. Fresh] Yo, yo, yo fashion and glamour is ammunition Cats wishing to rip it like this, keep fishing Your flow ain't long enough, strong enough And record sales aren't (vocal scratching) [Slick Rick] Enough. Slang it on a phatter to a badder kid-ac |
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Hit it!
Aww yea! Yea... La di da di... la di da di, La di, la di! You know what, you peep this, La di da di, we like to party. We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody. We're... just some men that's on the mic, And when we rock upon the mic, We rock the mic (right!). For all a y'all, keepin' y'all in health. Just to see ya smile and enjoy ya'self. Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy conditionin', That we create, so that's our mission, so listen, To what we say because this type of shit happens everyday. I... woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin', Gave myself a (strech up), a mornin' yawn and... Went to the bathroom to wash up, Had some soap on my face and my hand upon the cup, I said a (mirror mirror!) on the wall... Who is the top choice of them all? There was a rumble dumble, Five minutes it lasted.... the mirror said, (you are you concieted bastard!). Yo that's true, that's why we never have no beef, So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth. Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pale. Then I got the files, for my fingernails. True to the style on my behalf I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath. Clean, dry, was my body and hair, I threw on my brand new gucci underwear. For all the girls I might take home, I got the johnson's baby powder and the (polo colonge). Fresh dressed like a millions bucks, threw on the valley shoes And the fly green socks. Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no! I went back in I forgot the... Then I dilly (dally) ran through a (alley), Bumped into my old girl (sally) from the (valley). This was a girl playing hard to get So I said what's wrong? cause she looked upset She said uh, (it's all because of you) Say what? (I'm feeling sad and blue) She said what? (you went away) And now, my life is filled with rainy days. And I love you so, how much you'll never know. Cause you took your love away from me. Now what was I to do She was crying over me and she was feeling blue I said, don't cry, (dry, your eye) Here comes your mother with those two little guys Her mean mother steps and says to me (hi!) Hit sally in the face and decked her in the (eye!) Punched her in the belly, and stepped on her (feet) Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone. Something was wrong I said what was going on? I tried to break it up I said, stop it, leave her She said, if I can't have you (she can't either) She grabbed me closely by my socks So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick She put a finger in the face of mc rick, and said So we can go cruising in my oj, and what? I'll give you all my love today. What? ricky ricky ricky what? Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways Yo mc rick my love is here to stay And on and on and on she kept on The bitch been around before my mother's born I said, cheer up! I gave her a kiss I said, you can't have me I'm too young for you miss She said, no you're not, then she starts crying I says, I'm thirty-four, she says, (stop lying!) I said, I am -- go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover! To the tick tock and you don't stopf To the tick tick ya don't... hit it! Doug e. fresh y'all, give him a round of applause y'all, Doug e. fresh! Yea, what up? |
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| 6:09 |
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D = Doug E. Fresh
R = MC Ricky D (aka Slick Rick) B = Both G = Get Fresh Crew Introduction Ladies and Gentleman...the most exciting stage show you've ever witnessed...appearing live...Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew. Verse 1 R: Excuse me Doug E Fresh D: Yes! R: Have you ever seen a show with fellas on the mic with one minute rhymes that don't come out right They bite D: They never write R: That's not polite. Am I lyin'? D: No, you're quite right R: Well tonight on this very mic you're about to hear B: We swear, the best darn rappers of the year R: So! D: So! R: Cheerio! D: Yell... R: Scream... B: Bravo! Also, if you didn't know this is called The Show Verse 2 R: A-yo, Doug D: What? R: Put ya Bally's on D: Yo, Rick, I was about to but I need a shoehorn R: Why? D: Because these shoes always hurt my corns R: Six minutes...six minutes...six minutes Doug E Fresh, you're on Uh uh on, Uh uh on, Uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on Uh uh on, Uh uh on, Uh uh-uh uh-uh uh uh on Ooh ooh ooh, uh uh on D: Here we go... G: Here we go... D: Come on... G: Come on... D: A-here we go... G: Here we go... D: Come on... G: Come on... D: Yo! Where's Will and Barr? R: Well I don't know, they're late Told em them the time...oh, I forgot the date D: Man you did it again, oh no! G: No, here we go, come on Here we go, come on Here we go, did we miss the show? D: Nuh, nuh na nana no we didn't R: Word D: Nuh nana nana nana, no we didn't R: W-w-w-Word D: No we didn't R: Well don't get us wrong 'Scuse me Doug E, 'Scuse me Doug E, 'Scuse me Doug E Fresh, you're on Uh uh on... Verse 3 D: Well it started up on 8th Avenue When I made up the name called the... G: Get Fresh Crew! D: It was me, my two DJ's Chill Will and Barry B and my right hand man Ricky D I used to rap and sing, makes sounds and things And for example, here's a telephone ring... R: Hello? Is Doug E Fresh in? D: No, he's not in right now D: But anyway, no more delay Just check out the new style I display Now ya gotta be (fresh) To rock with (fresh) And I'm D.O.U.G.I.E (fresh) And I'm known for the... [fx: Doug E style beatbox] Not for the... [fx: Fat Boys style beatbox] The human beatbox or the entertainer No other title could fit me plainer In a passing generation I am a remainer And I'm also known as the beatbox trainer Cashin' checks, make sound FX And after I finish rockin' Slick Rick is on next R: Ya know it D: Slick Rick... R: Well, here's a little somethin' that needs to be heard Doug, I was goin' Downtown D: Word Rick? R: Word D: Sure R: All alone, no-one to be with Stepped on the D-train at 205th I saw a pretty girl D: So? R: So I sat beside her Then she went [fx: roar] like she was Tony the Tiger I said, oh no, there's been a mistake Honey, my name's Slick Rick not Frostie Flakes D: Oh, golly wolly R: She was raisin' hell She said, oh my name is Maggie but call me Michelle Michelle, ma belle Sont les mots qui vont, tres bien ensemble Tres bien ensemble Bust a move, we show and prove A-yo Doug, do that record Jam on the Groove Outro D: As you can see, most definitely We are (fresh) Chill Will (fresh) Barry B is (fresh) Ricky D is (fresh) And I am, the Original Human Beatbox The Entertainer, Doug E.... (Fresh) |
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