OK, party people in the house
You're about to witness something you've never witnessed before
Yes it's the original human beat box, Doug E Fresh
And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D
D and that's me in the place to be
And we gonna show you how we do it for '85, kick it live, alright
Because, um, I've got a funny feeling, um
You're all sick of all these crab rappers
Biting their rhymes because um they're back-stabbers
But uh when it comes to me and my friend Doug Fresh here
There is no competition cause we are the best, yeah
Finesse impress which we prove
And y'all will realize that we are the move
So listen close so you all don't miss
As we go a little something like this
Hit it
Ah yeah
Uh, uh, you know what
La-di-da-di
La-di-da-di
La-di
La-di
You know what, yo peep this
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're
Just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (Right)
For all of y'all keeping y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy condition
That we create, cause that's our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of shit, it happens every day
I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawning
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Had some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup
I said, "Um, mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all?"
There was a rumble jumble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard!"
But that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Used Oil Of Olay cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the files for my fingernails
Due to the night and on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath
Clean, dry was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks
Threw on the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
Stepped out my house stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my Kangol
And then I dilly (dally), I ran though a (alley)
I bumped into my old girl (Sally) from the (valley)
This is a girl plays hard to get so I said
"What's wrong?" cause she looked upset, she said
"It's all because of you I'm feeling sad and blue
You went away and now my life is filled with rainy days
And I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cause you took your love away from me"
Now what was I to do
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue
I said, um, "Don't cry, dry your eye
Here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother stepped up, said to me "hi"
Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Something was wrong, I said "What is going on?"
I tried to break it up, I said "Stop it, leave her"
She said "If I can't have you, she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but
She gave chase, she caught up quick
She put a finger in the face of MC Rick
She said, "Why don't you give me a play
So we can go cruising in my OJ?
And if you give me that OK
I'll give you all my love today
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Oh, MC Rick, my love is here to stay!"
And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said, "Cheer up," I gave her a kiss
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you miss."
She says,"No, you're not!" then she starts crying
I says, "I'm nineteen," she said, "Stop lying!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover!"
To the tick tock ya don't stop
To the tick tick ya don't quit
Hit it!
Don't never forget, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew
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