Slick Rick Chip

[Intro: T.I.]
Ay!
It brings Grand Hustle a great pleasure to introduce to you fresh of his jet, man, across the pawn from London, my boy Chip, holla!

[Hook: Chip]
La Di Da Di, we likes to party
Bet the way I talk might attract somebody
Six foot tall, you can be my shawty
I swear down we don't wanna hurt nobody
Oh shit, I think I'm Slick Rick
Oh shit, call me Slick Rick
Oh shit, I think I'm Slick Rick
Hopped off a plane, London Boy in this bitch
Oh shit, I think I'm Slick Rick
Oh shit, call me Slick Rick
Oh shit, I think I'm Slick Rick
Hopped off a plane, London Boy in this bitch

[Verse 1: Chip & (T.I.)]
I speak the Queens' English
In my pocket, the Queens' head (What!)
I love America, but I'm English (That right?)
You know it's Ben Franklin up in there (Ha, ha)
The girls love my accent when I come through
Word to fans I'm A/C cool (Ay!)
I love to party, raise the roof (Yeah)
Get dough or die, R-I-P you (Yeah, bow!)
Bottles keep coming, women do the same
Said she knows my song but she doesn't know my name
It's Chip (London Boy)
You know we in this bitch (Yeah)
Going blind like I cover my eyes, Slick Rick (Hustle Gang nigga!)