Slick RickDon't Touch Us

Rick: yo, turn up that instrumental Shay: like that? Rick: hell yeeeaaahhh... Shay: White Boy... Now it's shay rappinrite now Shay rappin rite now Yes I am Rick: yes he is. Shay: I'm still rappin rite now Even though we talkin bout crap Talkin bout White Boy has tracks... Both: stop that Rick: there's no guy slicka Than this slick rick nicka Shay: man, I wish that I had some more snicksz Rick: talkin bout food It's makin me sicka Shay: well I'm sorry I'm hungry like a nigga ... Everybody wanna have cash in their stash Rick: poor little shay He's got a schlong rash Shay: anything that's White Boy Is crap dap Rick: we aint got no profits 'cause we jus talk smack Shay: I wish I had a girl So I could call her Rick: 'just want you one bad chick So you can spoil her Shay wanna get some... Respect.. Got as much respect As my nutsac gets Shay: ricky walks arounf the house sayin "lick my nuts, slick my nuts" Mom says, "Stop talkin bout nuts." Ricky closes the door 'cause he's tired of rules Rick: at home, in the stores, even in the schools Chorus: Don't touch us 'cause we're red Like the hot We're tryin to Jine niggas a lot Uh ha ha ha ha We get the feelin sometimes That makes us wonder Will we always be hungry? (will we always be hungry?) We get the feelin sometimes That makes us wonder Will we always be hungry? (will we always be hungry?) Shay: broken glass Everywhere Rick: when shay pushed stephanie Rowdy sure did care And they woke me up And gave me a scare Shay: and we just stayed outside... ... And stared at the stairs Don't touch us 'cause we're red Like the hot We're tryin to Jine niggas (niggas niggas niggas niggas...) A lot
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