Slick Rick

Slick Rick - King lyrics

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Is there a party over here, with no guns and knives getting' in

Now let and best, get sweat the life threatenin'

Nettin' and suggestin', guest do the restin'

Mic test, KISS, BLS, who the best then?

'Cause when I appear with hoes off a chair with

Stare with, I'm talkin' 'bout a party over here with

Main wreckin', girls I'm checkin', could be naked too

Respect and to remember every one of y'all a second to

Their maxin', gonna be fraction, a fraction, attraction

Ya'll don't wanna see action or askin'

Screw, 'cause you don't what the Rick'll do

Giggle to, well as you can see a butt wiggle too

Fried and spin my bride and move your hide and

Not another jammy on my side and

So cling although desire I'm thin

I'm wonderin', should I begin to kick ya mind or chin



'Cause I'm King



Did ya'll forget who was the man?  I'll stand and live kid

You will be bouncin' up and down 'cause I'm a grand individual

Shit you will fear say I'm cheer to dear, disappear, 

to where you no where near to

And could never dream, run horse forever and

Clever trap a hooker screamin' I'm yours forever and

Town to town with the b-boy sounds

That has the Ruler Rick announce, which amounts to bounce to

The class and still hum the last and

Smash, jewelry heavy like kids from the past and

'Cause bodies lay about, respect you better pay about

Obey about, 'cause Ricky isn't sweatin' what you say about him

Oh I'm on the clause, silent you're younger boy

Rap bein' strong, 'cause see this is violence you hunger for

So cling those aren't I'm thin, I'm wonderin'

Should I begin to kick your mind or chin, cause I'm King



Like Ceasar, so wanna chill ho on knees for

Please for, breeze, what money grow on trees for

Ten to play, I'm poppin' willie on the way in

Decay, the Rick could make a million a day and

Kid shot, 'cause we on the boy's heart

'Cause the part don't start that's killin' noise fart 'cause

Strive kid, go for the knife it's

One for the trife shit, run for your life it's

As I scrape ho's, graspin' to shape up

Clothes draped, tell me why you blastin' the tape up

And up high to where's your boyfriend tried to be

Ho's fly to Vance Wright, tearin' upside of me

Sewin' ya, sweat so I bone ya

Let nobody clone ya, and get how I own ya

So hoes cling, those aren't I'm thin

I'm wonderin' should I bring to kick ya mind or chin



Cause I'm King
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