Slick Rick - Bed Time Story beat,
Jimmy A. Roo - second verse 01:21 - 02:12,
my man J. Master Kasper - first verse and hook 00:20 - 01:21
Jimmy A. Roo aka Que-C aka Too Nice aka Beat-to-Beat Master aka O.S. aka Q.C.R. aka Izlo Osiris
Lyrics
I got a zip with a half to front,
some long devision, never written,
and I'm back to square one.
I multiply when the pack will take some runs,
or add a yard to the weight if I want lump sums.
Should put some money aside for bail.
Don't ask me how I keep my G's stacked,
ease back, mind your own bees' wax.
Only hustlers can haggle sales,
only busters plead bargins,
and I don't fuck with no tattle tails.
I straggle from Babylon,
where fragile mother fuckers babble on,
and I wont dance to no gavels' song.
I've traveled on,
all transport through my Jan Sport,
when I kick up dust it's considered a sand-storm.
I got to go back to the way I was before,
now I sell more weed than Sally sold seashells by the seashore.
Jail can be a life long detour.
I got to go back to when I was nice on the Casio keyboard.
Shit, I still am,
I'm a lubed up Glock and I can still jam.
Get it?
When I buck shots make your nuts drop.
Got my fiends waiting for thier next trip,
like the crowd at a bus stop.
So hard-core if I ever saw me on the streets,
I'd whoop my own ass, jack my lyrics and my beats.
