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.

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