Slick-Rick
(chorus x1)
They call me “Slick-Rick”, I’m always on some slick shit.
Robbin’ banks & tellin’ children stories, all-a-y’all can get hit.
It’s do-or-die, the way I feel inside.
I often wonder why, then I remember who I am & get my blunt lit.
They call me “Slick-Rick”, I’m always on some slick shit.
Smackin’ ass & grabbin’ titties, know I always keep a bad bitch.
It’s do-or-die, the way I feel inside.
I often wonder why, then I remember who I am & get my dick licked.
(verse 1)
It’s venom & rage, puttin’ my pen to the page.
My skills you misgauge.
Big genital stage, a coming of age.
No longer chained down kid, I’m out of my cave.
Look me in my eye, I pull the trigger you die.
Your family wondering why? Done lettin’ shit fly.
Now you’re 6ft under & I’m waving goodbye.
Not playin’ around.
I’m puttin’ folks in the ground, I’m smokin’ a pound.
I’m king of my town. Don’t know? Ask around.
They lovin’ my voice & they fuck w/ my sound.
I’m ‘bout to blow up, catch me whippin’ that new truck.
No I do not give a fuck, just fill up my cup.
We ‘bout to go buckwild, yeah we finna turn up.
(laughing)
(chorus x1)
They call me “Slick-Rick”, I’m always on some slick shit.
Robbin’ banks & tellin’ children stories, all-a-y’all can get hit.
It’s do-or-die, the way I feel inside.
I often wonder why, then I remember who I am & get my blunt lit.
They call me “Slick-Rick”, I’m always on some slick shit.
Smackin’ ass & grabbin’ titties, know I always keep a bad bitch.
It’s do-or-die, the way I feel inside.
I often wonder why, then I remember who I am & get my dick licked.
(verse 2)
I’m killin’ this track.
The way that I’m bringin’ it back, the shit is real phat.
Get w/ this or w/ that.
It’s a matter of fact that you suck & your shit is real wack.
It’s really my time.
I get on the mic & I shine, my voice is divine.
I’ve come from the grime.
Always get what I want out of life, cannot stop my grind.
They feelin’ me flow.
Killin’ mics when I grab ‘em, you already know dawg.
I’m mackin’ your hoe.
We can go toe-to-toe.
I’m the king, where’s my crown?
On my head they bestowed.
Call me “Rick the ruler”, my rhymes are peculiar.
My music’s just cooler.
It ain’t how I wanted to do ya.
Rob you & ya bitch-ass jeweler.
(chorus x1)
They call me “Slick-Rick”, I’m always on some slick shit.
Robbin’ banks & tellin’ children stories, all-a-y’all can get hit.
It’s do-or-die, the way I feel inside.
I often wonder why, then I remember who I am & get my blunt lit.
They call me “Slick-Rick”, I’m always on some slick shit.
Smackin’ ass & grabbin’ titties, know I always keep a bad bitch.
It’s do-or-die, the way I feel inside.
I often wonder why, then I remember who I am & get my dick licked.
