so I guess I be the rappist No practice, yo Krayzie (Diggity yes?), knocker Don't bolo like Han Solo, come work like Chewbacca So ease back, slick, or
Keep it Sloppy like Joe, cuz Joe don't care But as long as I maintain savoirfaire And the bums on the street chump change I spare Keep it slick like
vertebrae yo, but D-E-L & HIEROGLYPHICS have to murder a fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks show the public that they ass ain't slick
ve got a lyric I can spit so what ya want? I'm giving bitches good dick so what ya want? Hey, hey, so what'cha want? My Ghetto Pop Life hotter than a hot slice
sit him down Nigga leave him in his house, I'm a put him down [DMX] WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS! [Kashmir] We don't give a fuck about you You talk real slick
[VERSE 1: Sugar Ray] Nah baby, I'm not gonna be able to do it I tried to take you serious before, and you blew it You figured you was slick, dissin me
with Lee suits Always used to stare in your face Take you on the roof, check out my pigeon coop Dressed up like Dracula Eatin a slice of pizza on your
in the back of the truck about to light the nigga crib up Bang bang shoot em up claim fame Got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane Three in the
raised and regimented, hardly a hero Just someone his mother might know Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas both with sugar please
a supermarket trance Where it is unkind, she might as well forget it 'Cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter Burnt sugar is so bitter Burnt sugar Burnt sugar Burnt sugar
bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em back [Jadakiss] Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth Type of nigga buck at your house Too slick
close the windows We hear it, we see it, you better believe it We try it, then buy it, and some of us breathe it The slick dark men in their slick dark
and close the windows We hear it, we see it, you better believe it We try it, then buy it, and some us breathe it The slick dark men in their slick
bust these niggaz Keep point four-five calibers of chrome I'm, comin forth to carry you home [Chorus] [Cee-Lo] Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar
law, and I know my way around Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly but you can't tell the women from the men sometimes They're sugar and spice
How to strut my funky stuff I found out that the world at large Cant get enough so... Bring on that pecan pie Pour some sugar on it Sugar don't be
how you doing? Oliver Oken and may I say you two are smoking Amber: In your dreams! Oliver: im counting on that! Hey slick! Hey! Oh yea she wants me!
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by's Slick Rick