Got U Slippin'

I have no idea what I'm doing

I have no idea what I'm doing, but

Everybody get up, sit up Christopher

They're miserable without you, Superman is a-

-live and he's flowing like the Mystic River

Girl dont act like you never been kissed before

One, two, three, four, five, six, this a

Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser

How did anybody ever find me, I disap-

-peared I was hiding in Freeway's beard, just a

Hop skip and a jump from my skin, gushing

Nails into my face that I been pushing

Hellraiser, my face is my pincushion

It's like when I'm on the mic, I can squish a

Sucker like a vice-grip, my pen put ya

In the slaughterhouse cause ya styles been butchered

I'll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on

My brain's on hyperdrive someone put the brakes on

Here's a smidgen admitted to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

Here's a smidgen admitted to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit

Slim is in the house, simmer down there sister

Bound to get you dizzy cause he gets as busy as a

Bee, baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard

He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he? He's a wizard

Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit

And I'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick, is it?

Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick with ya

I want a kiss 'fore I blow this ***** to smithe-

-reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ-

-ation that's critical as Dre spins his, uh

Turntables and he cuts a record like a scissor

Cheka chicka, checka chicka, cheka-cheka chicka

Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker

Wait a minute, I just dropped my necklace in the liquor

Now baby just to make a little breakfast and it's six o-

-clock in the morning 'less you want to get some dessert

Here's a smidgen admitted to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

Here's a smidgen admitted to get your digits, Bridget

Don't try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

I got ya slippin on my swag juice, my swag juice

Ayo, so that everybody knows, that was a hook that we made on the way to the radio station,

we were trying to get it right, so we made it multiple times like whatever

It's like a workout before we came here.