Ride slow…

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 Adrock

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

Slow riding, 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

Ah yo homeboy, what you drinkin' man

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

Because I'm hard hittin', always bitten, cool as hell

I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell

Sittin' around the house, gettin' high and watchin' tube

And 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 fly ladies are making a fuss

But I can't pay attention, 'cause I'm on that dust