cookie to The bartender open off Rick and start lookin to A trailer full of women lovin the rhythm, I'm givin and skin - for what Rick - for artiller
pay her Pimp my hoes, strolling, I don't like that Hold my pink fur derby, I'll be right back [Slick Rick and Dana Dane] Dana Dane, Slick Rick, lords
love with other men "How low can go"/"Hold it now" [x4] [Slick Rick] Well, tried to block it out my mind, here it was again: Other men, confronted
other men Once again it offend, and I pretend Mistakes of a woman in love with other men Once again it offend, and I pretend Mistakes of a woman in love with other
Traduzione: Slick Rick. Gli errori di una donna in amore con altri uomini.
nigga Nas down you get Pac You take away Pac doubles, you get B.I.G You take away B.I.G. doubles, you get Slick Rick This is all a family tree Y'all need
[Verse One: J-Ro] I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting bunts I'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don't do stunts
grow To a TV show cause the nigga said we all could go So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a gold miner City-slicking Carolinian standing out like
queens Nah, fuck that! Queens, I ain't hushing I'm crushing mafucks with a bumrush from Flushing A member me, getting busy with GMC Back when Rick was fresh and slick
m burnin' with different melodies, words My niggaz tellin' me sellin' it to the world, been rappin' Since the day I heard Rockham, and Day-to-Day, Dougie Fresh Slick Rick
safe than sorry kid Forget the funeral, I'll take the murder bid and make beats from inside like Slick Rick Might even do a duet, now that's some other
cash, make some cash [Slick Rick] "Me and you Ty we gonna make some cash" Make some cash, we gonna make some cash "Yeahhh!" Make some cash, make some cash [Slick Rick
(feat. Slick Rick) [Intro:] Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Keep runnin' homie Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go They on the trail Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Keep runnin' homie
'm a help you clear your mind [x2] Uh Yeah She said "Hakeem, we should pass for a quick flick" See my jewels I remind her of Slick Rick Doe that It'll
weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim
when T-La Rock was in his prime He spit rhymes, like no one other in his time When the cannon gettin' fly, Slick Rick, never improvise L Rock the Bells
be safe than sorry kid Forget the funeral, I'll take the murder bid and make beats from inside like Slick Rick Might even do a duet, now that's some other