Rebirth of Slick

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin' classics You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane They flock to booms man boogie had to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion Where kinky hair goes to unthought of dimensions Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas What by the cut we push it off the corner How was the buzz entire hip hop era? Was fresh and fat since they started sayin' Audi 'Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The puba of the styles like miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin' chunky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock But I'm cool like dat [x7] I'm cool...I'm cool... We be the chocolates taps on my raps innovates at the sweeta cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate? It can kick a plan then a crowd burst Me I be diggin' it with s bump verse Us we be freakin' 'til dawn blinks an eye He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup) Who understood yeah understood the plan Him heard a beat and put it to his hands What I just flip let borders get loose How to consume or they'll be just like juice If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic Hip hop gains a classic Pimp playin' shock it don't matter I'm fatter Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones) And I'm chill like dat [x7] I'm chill...I'm chill... Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink.... Think..think..think..think..think..think..think... We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss Them they're the jams and commence to goin' off She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt Him that's my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls You used to find a bug in a box with fade Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids And I'm peace like dat [x7] I'm Peace Check it out man I groove like dat I'm smooch like dat I jive like dat I roll like dat Yeah I'm thick like dat I stack like dat I'm down like dat I'm black like dat Well yo I funk like dat I'm fat like dat I'm in like dat 'Cause I swing like dat We jazz like dat We freak like dat We zoom like dat We out...we out...