To, to, to, to the tic, to the, to the tic-tic, Slick Rick
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Kurupt Young Gotti, hell yeah
Raw Dawg, you know, you know me, Raw Dawg ******in
Comin at cha, baby, cat, kick it in, kick it in, pull up

Soon as I park, **** sparks, spit fire, **** **** affiliation
Retaliation, spit sparks, till ****'s dark forever
What's up, homie, why you walkin' up on me?
Postin' up in the shade, we can draw or get paid

You ain't movin' not a thing, homeboy
Click 'em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin'
Dippin' down the streets in platinum day tons

I'm just a gee, oh yeah, that's me
Don't forget it act like you knew it before I set it
I put the needle on top of the wax
Before, I turn around and burn everything to the ground
I seen it comin' a fool over to the right gunnin'
The homies whistled, we all draw pistols

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit
Cash to get, glocks to pop and ****
Everybody's got questions and ****
Mutha***kas questionin' ****

Worryin' 'bout me and my wife
All I wanna do is live my life
Raise up off me, homie
Ease back softly, homie

I'm a gee from the D.P.G.
And no matter what you say you can't ***k with me
Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out
Coastin, movin' in locomotion

In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin'
Spittin, waiting for a shot to get called
The homie spit a plot to us
Then p***ed the 16-shots to us

I got scams for hundreds of grammes
Me and my man, me and my pistol a plan
For about a whole ki load of some powder
Stashin', dippin', dashin', smashin', tryin' to cash-in

From the front to the back and packin'
Pull the strap and start clappin'
I'm about to move a little somethin' a little sumptin'-sumpin'
For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin

Hit the liquor store I wanna get paid
A fifth of Hen then back to the shade
What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up
Let me get a toke, loc and let's raise up

Punks stop and get popped when funk pop
I'm worldwide while you thinking either he is or he's not
International like [Incomprehensible]
You can feel me in the real way

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid
Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid
Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh
On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

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