Slow Ride

They got a committee to get me off the block 'Cause I say my rhymes loud, and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to White Castle and we got thrown out I got my boy Mike D, I got the King Ad-Rock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock I shot homeboy, but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool bud Slow ridin', gun hidin', on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the classroom, coolin' in the back My teacher had beef, so I gave her a smack She chased me out of class, she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand at the microphone stand Ay, yo, homeboy, what you drinkin', man? I got money, I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythms, I got rhymes I got the girlies with the def behinds I got ill, I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold, I got funky I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey Because I'm hard hittin', always bitten, cool as hell I got the trees on my mirror, so my car won't smell Sittin' 'round the house, gettin' high, watchin' tube I'm eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the King of the Ave And I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have All the fine ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention 'cause I'm on that dust