ترانه:
Slick Rick Get A Job

a bag of * when you cut the seal When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son Nobody to go get, so I

been a time when you didn't have a dime And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes Since snoop, slick rick

Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy You comin just a

Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job Maybe that's why I do it so odd Walk around just like I was god Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods Freeway strikin

a hollar from a bro with ring around the collar Its chief of police, grease bond, tell me to follow Treated me to everything, no taxin, maxin Gives me a

a bedtime story? Please, huh, please? Allright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook. Ya'll Tucked in? Yeah Here we go, Once upon a time not

Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it [Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-

Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job Maybe that's why I do it so odd Walk around just like I was god Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods Freeway strikin

show, I had a fight wit' Phife. Moves to a land to get away but back home job was urkin' us, it sent me throuh a danger zone. The good thing, I found