Slow Ride

They got a committee to get me off the block
 'Cause I say my rhymes loud, and I say 'em nonstop
 Because being bad news is what we're all about
 We went to White Castle and we got thrown out
 I got my boy Mike D, I got the King Ad-Rock
 I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
 I shot homeboy, but the bullet was a dud
 So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool bud
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 Slow ridin', gun hidin', on the go
 I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
 I'm the king of the classroom, coolin' in the back
 My teacher had beef, so I gave her a smack
 She chased me out of class, she was strapped with a ruler
 Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler
 With bottle in hand at the microphone stand
 Ay, yo, homeboy, what you drinkin', man?
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 I got money, I got juice
 I got to the party and I got loose
 I got rhythms, I got rhymes
 I got the girlies with the def behinds
 I got ill, I got busted
 I got dust and I got dusted
 I got gold, I got funky
 I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey
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 Because I'm hard hittin', always bitten, cool as hell
 I got the trees on my mirror, so my car won't smell
 Sittin' 'round the house, gettin' high, watchin' tube
 I'm eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew
 And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the King of the Ave
 And I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have
 All the fine ladies are making a fuss
 But I can't pay attention 'cause I'm on that dust