Vance Wright - It's a Boy lyrics

[Slick Rick] It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be And most agree it's kinda amazing folks are born from where we pee at Though I definitely fiend it, baby no way, chills, clever mean it being Got to be careful (…be told), commercial ever seen it? Want a few hot ropes, some ask am I cheatin', do I? Nope Not a dope, love the mother, also loves me too I hope So I dig her a lot and although shorty honey break a n***a How you figure, bein' a big rap money makin' n***a Cute as a bu*ton, he tell 'bout the time we picked for cotton So it ain't forgotten, hope I don't spoil the n***a rotten Also, don't discriminate white, he'll be quite bright, if taught him right If not he like ask heavenly father, help me raise my shorty right So when I come home with the coil, I say “yo shorty run to royal” Seein' as I'm loyal and livin' on soil, it's best when you have someone to spoil So any toy, he wants he gets, yo kids ain't worth it midst the toys That they destroy, annoy, though me and his moms in middle of fits of joy and it's a boy Pictured friends, milk and cookies, when you're done with the boy's game Toy plane, Ricky Jr. being bundle of joy's name And furthermore teach birds and bees So won't be a nerd and burst herds of, second and thirds of And “Dada” better be the first words of Just kiddin', son'll be [need] a one man girl, spend a lot on what I be wearin' Best of care, best that money can buy is what he'll be wearin' With these weathers around, protect him, they'll say in a cage I kept him Though wage you kindergarten probably be another major step and Lo and behold a star holdin', ‘cause yo be loadin' trips and sowin' Ya knowin', throwin' a fancy home for him to grow in “He's kinda pleasin' to raise"… so baby say. No thank you… ease in Sneezin', now what do I do when he cry for no reason? Though any toy, he want he get, yo kids it ain't worth it, midst the toys That they destroy, annoy, though me and his moms in middle of fits of joy and it's a boy, yo Baby mom, under wing, though if dress up, could string Line of cuties, though cling, don't wanna mess up a good thing You know how it is when guys that pay girls seem to hog us Fiend and dog us, scheme for more guts Goin' into labor date, 18 of August It's that time tellin' friends, congratulate's yellin' Gonna be six weeks premature, but thanks to God, he's doin' well And givin' credit where it is due, while rap's achievin' let it As for bills forget it, 'cause the way I rap, don't even sweat it My own when me and my hon son, don't fuss, agree Though son, I still kinda wish I coulda been there when he was born at 3:01 Bygone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all Your son's about and since I didn't and this being the first You know I had to write a rap about the incident And the rose is for the squeeze, I would've sent a few no women with the kin in it Wish us luck world as we enter a new beginning And like I said, any toy, I'm tryin' to tell ya that midst the toys That they destroy, annoy, though me and his moms in middle of fits of joy and it's a boy