Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,
Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/
The more small people at your door like please can i receive
Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight
The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite
That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
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