This is a song about "Bu de bu ai"

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

I was playing with guns

Re-directed de-ci-sions

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow