Slick Rick

Slick Rick - Frozen lyrics

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"How can I forget you" 4x

 [Slick Rick]
 Rick the Ruler  Raekwon  hehe the Chef  check one two

 [Raekwon]
 Touch more  taste a glass of oil
 Flash yours Rae
 Money we saw  left em dead on the door  dick
 Rots look chunky on the index
 Straight up  Lee vets and like old Adidas sweats
 We the the illest vets

 [Slick Rick]
 Apologies  even a non dog holler "he's honor"
 Please  appreciate shit I clog Wallabee's
 Brothas wit they fists like oaks wood
 Provokes doom, and you're also about to go broke soon

 [Raekwon]
 Mad current merchants, we nursed it
 Bad guerillas, feed us like guaranteed they gon' kill us
 Fleeing, ninety in a night suit, G-ing white dudes
 Hit the locks first, we made a right troop

 [Slick Rick]
 I'm lushin Russian women, via satelite I'm watchin
 I dare a nigga say he wanna battle me, I'll crush ya
 Even blind girls rush next to Hammera and scream out
 "Oh my gosh, get the camera"

 Chorus[Raekwon]
 Yo we frozen, lay on the bount now, we a day on
 Ill niggas yellin "Throw Rick and Rae on"
 Hydro, how did I blow, how did I flow
 Did I glow, let them niggas know

 [Slick Rick]
 (Yo)
 Rap wars commence and they kids cause offense
 I don't have to say a word and your bitch-drawers are drenched
 Didn't say I was gonna murder the fella
 But The Ruler got some shit the could stop a herd of gorillas

 [Raekwon]
 Stressed wit Hollywood hoes, actin up
 Backin up, what? This yours, what?
 Crawlin in the cut, we lee major
 Gems on wit Timbs, brims on drawn to lay you up
 Layin in the day wit what?

 [Slick Rick]
 Next pull up CEO wit bank books full up
 Even though he's overwhelmed, this nigga Rolls Royce pull up
 One of the baddest come, noddin to a Spanish song
 Slung, orange woolridge park and a Savannah pump

 [Raekwon]
 Severe teaspoons, scary money on the moon
 Lampin wit a big goon, keep shit tight like a kid's room
 Big Bird in the driveway, bullet out Friday
 I'm liver that way, I ride only the fly way
 Olive-green thinkin, ship sinkin
 Deep-dish thinkin, big fish tank, wrist full of Franklins
 This mock-neck, shark-skin money
 Eighty-eight, summer reader dun ?dummeries?
 Rock dungarees

 [Slick Rick]
 Punctures his lung, son says "I don't want this"
 Even this so-so beat I make monstrous
 Lady cops stake to watch pair hoods
 "Freeze, you're under arrest, you look mad good"
 Hot and don't fret retard who won't let the new sherifs in town
 What part you don't get?
 Rick and Rae, and now we storin the passion
 The fashion, the dress, I went to work on your ass

 Chorus 2x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: The Art of Storytelling (1999)

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