Common Sense

Common Sense - Tricks Up My Sleeve songtekst

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[Common]
 I'm a Jake  I don't bake a cake
 I'm not a cake daddy  you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
 with a drop top  see when I hoe hop  I kick it to the bus stop (what?)
 and it's goodie goodie gumdrops
 I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch
 I'm skippin over every other dip as if it's
 hop hop hop hop hop hop hop  hop  hopscotch  watch
 Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl
 She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.)
 Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin?
 I'm doin fine.
 Oh word? What's your name?
 Rayshel.
 Why don't you come over to the house so I can put you in the
 BUCK BANG!
 Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second
 You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked
 in my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom
 Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max Headroom
 Redroom (Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer
 I'm Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin the
 vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix
 I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens
 I find it beneficial; not to force the issue
 I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue
 Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential
 If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
 cause I rock a buyer babe on the treetop
 And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle will rock
 I'm like the peacock on NBC, Nuttin But Cock
 I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a Reebok
 Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Junkyard Dog
 And when I Duke it's a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog
 Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh! pain
 That's the sound of the Caravan... running the train
 yeahhhh yeahh, bitch
 That's the sound of the Caravan, running the train
 Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye!
 Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh!
 Twilite Tone got tricks up my sleeve
 Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve
 Yo DRK got tricks up my sleeve
 De La Soul got tricks up my sleeve
 JuJu got tricks up my sleeve
 The Nubian Nut got tricks up my sleeve
 Com Sense got tricks up my sleeve
 ("Wait... I got another trick up my sleeve")
 [Rayshel]
 I'm not a Jake or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo' better
 for head of the class
 And if you ask me I'm not tryin ta be drastic
 I'm not a bitch like Robin Givens I'm concerned about your
 plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna know
 And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it dope
 Frontin so your friends won't know that you got the 86
 so you call me a bitch
 You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids
 I don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups
 I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I'm like
 Al B. stud, cause if I'm not your lover or your friend
 don't try to spend, waste your time
 tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin mine
 So find a new type puss, cause if I don't like you
 you ain't gettin service G, this ain't the drivethru
 Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
 Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
 Move on black brotha move on
 You gotta move on black brotha move on
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