We turn it on
Battle story man and I'll eliminate your wack ass
Chick got to storm
As we turn the heat, yo, yo, uh
And record sales aren't
In the living room I see the brother sitting, say what yo?
I'm also known to fuck the beauty out a bitch!
I'm not the Devil, but your worst nightmare
How you doing, Gigi? Is your man home?
Me? Missing in action
Your flow ain't long enough, strong enough
Cats wishing to rip it like this, keep fishing
Run a boot, did I mention I'm also quite cute too?
Here's a story 'bout a cutie, 'bout a rich, 'bout to ditch
Boost a track son, we all that son
This is a world premiere
I bogard through and then be screaming no hard screw
Once again, as we turn the heat
You think we didn't?
Let's do an up to date, Doug, put your Ballys on
We turn it on
But just since it's Slick Rick being an old school legend
While other rapper cat' kettle go hot to warm
Might not shoot you in front of group two
Yo, yo, yo fashion and glamor is ammunition
And all you other rappers that's trying to talk crap
I decide to make a jam the kids will slam on
Hey go-cart crew, your checking out 'The Show Part 2'
Unlimited, hitting it like we used ta
Me and Doug Fresh took over this rap shit
A fellow I know, is this supposed to sell?
Don't matter a bit, I had to shit and boomerang inadequate
I don't discriminate, don't lack the stimulant crack has
Her legends, trying keep it soulful
Yo, as we turn the heat, yo, yo, yo
While other rapper cat' kettle go hot to warm
Yo, where'd you get that outfit?
Sick of rebels and none of you motherfuckers can reach the cat's level
Four motherfuckers got to storm other rapper cat' kettle go hot to warm
One time y'all, as we turn the heat
Enough, slang it on a phatter to a badder kid
Flushes, so as usual tossers
Yo we cooked 'em in Atlanta
Good times, patch rhyming brought back
Bitch coming on, beat box stunning, son
Here's a blast from the past, crowd movers of the future
Seen the vibe Cali's on
Make it hot, make it hot, hot, come on, uh, come on
I hope, so well, I spoke and this is what I tell white folk
Where you been Rick?
One twenty from [Incomprehensible]
Better give us our props as you're new school wusses
I burn 'em on, chick got to storm
Backwards tactics, show for act it
