road Ricky's hand, Ricky's hand Ricky's hand, Ricky's hand Ricky's hand, Ricky's hand Ricky's hand, Ricky's hand Ricky's hand
Make of our hands One hand, Make of our hearts One heart. Make of our vows One last vow, Only death will part Us now. Make of our lives One life, Day
this cutie This girl was swingin' and she looked so fly On the monkey bars, we climbed up to the top and She touched my hand that's when I fell in love
it to pussies whether I use my knife or I use my penis It's a full moon and my K-9's came with grey nines Now you speechless, with your hands up like
cause you're able to walk again Neck out of that nuisance emcee's talk that's awfully lame Oughtta be plain lovin' it like government reparations It's
somebody tell me where the bathroom is? There's a potty over there There's a potty over here There's a potty over there A potty over there There' s a
en mano y sangre india caliente Fuerza satanica, buscando venganza Al norte nos vamos a ponernos a mano Matando Gueros - !!Viva la raza!! Matando Gueros - !!Estilo Ricky
Him Ricky' Retardo Get's Lost In The Garage Like A Game Of "Where Is Waldo" Ask Him Where He's At And He's Like "Lookin' For Your Gallardo" Looked In
Family [scratched: "It's gon' be a problem"] Get them trucks cleaned, it's gon' be a problem And put them 26's on it man let's go big baby Clayborne,
What's my excuse Cartoons were the root Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in palm of the hand, what couln't I demand See, thirteen Studied the gangsta's
I may be your forgotten son who wandered off at twenty one it's sad to find myself at home oh ma. If I could only hold your hand and say I'm sorry
down "You know this place, this hotel lounge It's my life, it's my choice And I'm in love with Ricky Lee Jones' voice" Cause it's so hard to keep the
thing, I'll be going for mine Shit, we live life to the fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet Shit, and uncle Ricky
your thing, I'll be going for mine Cause, we live life to the fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet Now, uncle Ricky
dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin' I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch It's not a game, I'm 'bout
never witnessed before Yes, it's the original human beat box, Doug E. Fresh And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, D And that's me in the place
