It's A Boy Songtext

[Slick Rick] It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at Though I definetly fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean it Gotta be careful, be told, commercial ever seen it Want a few, I wrote, some ask my cheatin do I know Not a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga Cute as a bunny, he tell bout the time he pickin cotton So it ain't forgottin, hope I don't spoil a nigga rotten Also, don't discriminate white, he be quite bright, taught he might If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal Seen as a mother livin on soil, it's best to have someone to spoil So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy And it's a boy [crying] [Slick Rick] Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done wit the boys game Toy playin, Ricky Jr. being one of the joys name And further taught him birds and bees so on the nerdin birds, heard the second to third and 'dada' better be the first words too Just kiddin, gonna be a one man girl, spend a lotta me wearin Best to care, best about what money can buy, is what I be wearin Rip these ribbons around, protectin, this ain't a kid I've kept in Don't raise ya kindergarten probably be another major step in Long as holdin star, holdin, cuz yo be loadin trips and sowin Ya knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowin It's kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasin Sneazin, now what do I do when he cry for no reason So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy And it's a boy [crying] [Slick Rick] Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, I could string Line of cuties, though cling, don't wanna mess up a good thing You know how it is, when guys are big, girls seem to hog And scream a dog or scheme for more drugs Goin into labor date, 18 of August It's that time tellin friends, congratulate's yellin Gotta be six or premature, but thanks to God, he's doin well And givin credit where it's due, while rap achievin let it As for bills forget it, cuz the way I rap, don't even sweat it Why though when me and my husband, don't fuss, agree Though son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all Yours sons about, and since I didn't, this being the first You know I had to write a rap about the incident And the rose is for the squeeze, I would of sent it for no women Wit the kin in it, we should thank Lord as we enter a new beginning And like I said, any toy, I'm tryin ya that, Ms. A'Doy That they destroy, annoy, don't mean a moms in middle of fifth and joy And it's a boy