Intro: The Maestro Fresh Wes the symphony is in full effect Verse 1: Let your backbone slide let it slip let the rythym rip while my lyrics leave
dirty, dirty bitch Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking Roxanne Shante is
cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? 'Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous, crime is
hiphop you wish now be on ya sshhh So whats hiphop WHAT All of a sudden your a genius Your minds paralysed while your listening to this My lyrics penetrate your
it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your
instead I will throw you your hat 'Cause I know where it's at If you should lose your head You can use mine instead I will throw you your hat Cause I know where
's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday
about forever maybe Nothing but these funny, funny feelings Feelings From the limp in your walk and the slang in your talk Just your style overall is sweet, yeah From your head to your
runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your
You're where you want to be and you're doing what you want to do in your mind. [sample] (repeats multiple times throughout song) Pop that shit out, bitch
walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially
Ay what's up happenin'?" "Guess what nigga" "What?" "I done found them niggas" "You dodn't found 'em" "Fa sho" "No, shit" "And guess where they at?" "Where
out of life now, right? I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is
s berry Slammin' Rick James 'cuz I'm in love with Mary You can't be scary if you want your scrill Pack you steel, nigga kill at will Guard your grille
want it splattered Heard you like your women like you Like your shrimp you like' em battered Wife beater perfectly fitting apparel, where's your brother Daryl? Where's your