Street Talkin’ Slick Rick (Ft. Big Boi)

[Chorus: Slick Rick]
Not tryna claim things I haven't earned honest, man
Slick Rick and OutKast is on this jam
What, kid? Diamond on the tooth — 2 grand
Tryna help raise our youth to men
So give the Ruler Rick his space to slam
Help clean up this land
The reputation of this man
Withhold and withstand

[Verse 1: Slick Rick]
OutKast and Slick — the answer is in it
Hun, you need to get your ass on the dance floor this minute
We bruise stuff, knock you out shoes, socks
Show your ass, move you forgot we're mad smoove snots
La-Di-Da-Di (Mmm), we like to party
Don't make me get money and platinumize my body
With bright stuff, known to earn a dyke's love
Blind folks be like, "Somebody turn the lights off"
Immense strength poppin' out a muffin
Make famous artists that's dead hop out a coffin
At the real estate, behavin' type choosy
Want a palace with the shit beige and light blue, please
Got the kid like "Watch your manners"
Since I came out of jail, it's like the planet gone bananas
Lack the strength a badder fella had
Lady lookin at me all stink, I had to tell her that