Slick Rick - It's A Boy (Large Professor Remix) Lyrics
[Slick Rick:]It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I beMost agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee atThough I definetly fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean itGotta be careful, be told, commercial ever seen itWant a few, I wrote, some ask my cheatin do I knowNot a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a hoSo I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break niggaHow you figure, he a big rat money makin niggaCute as a bunny, he tell bout the time he pickin cottonSo it ain't forgottin, hope I don't spoil a nigga rottenAlso, don't discriminate white, he be quite bright, taught he mightIf notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty rightSo when I come home with the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royalSeen as a mother livin on soil, it's best to have someone to spoilSo any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'DoySaid he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joyAnd it's a boy[crying][Slick Rick:]Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done with the boys gameToy playin, Ricky Jr. being one of the joys nameAnd further taught him birds and beesSo on the nerdin birds, heard the second to thirdAnd 'dada' better be the first words tooJust kiddin, gonna be a one man girl, spend a lotta me wearinBest to care, best about what money can buy, is what I be wearinRip these ribbons around, protectin, this ain't a kid I've kept inDon't raise ya kindergarten probably be another major step inLong as holdin star, holdin, cause yo be loadin trips and sowinYa knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowinIt's kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasinSneazin, now what do I do when he cry for no reasonSo any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'DoySaid he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joyAnd it's a boy[crying][Slick Rick:]Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, I could stringLine of cuties, though cling, don't wanna mess up a good thingYou know how it is, when guys are big, girls seem to hogAnd scream a dog or scheme for more drugsGoin into labor date, 18 of AugustIt's that time tellin friends, congratulate's yellinGotta be six or premature, but thanks to God, he's doin wellAnd givin credit where it's due, while rap achievin let itAs for bills forget it, cause the way I rap, don't even sweat itWhy though when me and my husband, don't fuss, agreeThough son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was bornAt 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and allYours sons about, and since I didn't, this being the firstYou know I had to write a rap about the incidentAnd the rose is for the squeeze, I would of sent it for no womenWith the kin in it, we should thank Lord as we enter a new beginningAnd like I said, any toy, I'm tryin ya that, Ms. A'DoyThat they destroy, annoy, don't mean a moms in middle of fifth and joyAnd it's a boy
