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* erick (of epmd)

[e]
Uh, and you don't stop yeah
Uh huh yeah ha ha

rick]
You know what I'm sayin so I
(rick d)

Uh huh,
Big brown uh huh,

You

[erick
Yo, in the y2k, my chips be micro,
Me and rick d reap the
Cars, girls, jewels,
year it'll be old, we get rid of it
Yeah like that, yeah we 'em out the box yo
Money's like the gold at fort knox yo
killer, kill an iller rhyme with no effort
At you trick a hole crew (blao!)
You're mad now you can't stand me
Now watch when I'm recieving a
A soul when I'm getting a sammy
junior award, fans applaud
For me, onasis, top dog
The money folder, I'm like don king's
Ya'll can't see me I'm ariborne type
Wicked the board of ouija
When I in the door things change
stops like ya freeze frame
It's mad hot now, gettin to boil
(rick the ruler!) me, the mc royal

[erick
E. R.,
I,
C, or careless
K, for the that I got
I rock everyday, and why, why not?
[slick
R,
I,
C, or careless
K, for the which I've got
I wear everyday, and why, why not?

[slick
and hope in the scope
When the paw print on the on my brand new garage door opener
"ungh", as the double r rips the gutter
7 day advents scream "that shit's butter!"
You best who's the skipper
Remember who made girl's joint drop so hard it the zipper
Illusion on no confusion
ghosts like "ruler I'm scared of you son"
As I lean and dip, dream might a bit odd
Light's just turned red turn for rick (ya know)
On a deagon(? ) with the stuff in there
Till the signs on the highway start to wop I pass them (ohhh)
Mad boigee funk bed(? ) I fend chrome
Almost made another rose have an
(the wildin) ladidadi -? - stylin
On his way to see eyed buddy on the island

(chorus)