What kind of fuckery is this, you made me miss the Slick Rick gig. And thought I didn't love ya when I did. Can't believe you play me out like that. No, you ain't worth your slaves. Plus one of all them girls you kissed. You can't keep lying to yourself like this. Can't believe you play yourself like this. Slick Rick's one day. What come Rick's night and nobody's standing between me and my man cause me and Mr. Jones. What kind of fuckery are you? Side from tell me you're my best black jewel. Thought I could swear that we are true. I still wonder about the things we do. What kind of fuckery are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me. But I might let you make it up to me. Baby you play shit shy at the G. Mr. Disney, 914. Nobody's standing between me and my man cause me and Mr. Jones.
