This is a song about "La belle brosse"

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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Ah.. la la la la la la la! la and la la..

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo