off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick
walked right up to the door. Went inside looking slick as snot with his smile so suave that the women all dropped. Bag in hand with his hammer inside it. Shoes
Harry Potter, she so designic gave her Coach she said Channel was hotter, Damn right I got her, Damn right I ride her, All night long, all night long, Then I pass out right
crabby little bastard that I am Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch Silly little rabbit don't you know `Trix` are for kids This is what the
, some shoes Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right You know what? You right, these
couldn't make it The number's even, now I'm leavin' We're never gettin' took by a b*** with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind me But they
little later though she called 1 In the chest and I knew that it was commin' By who and how the all act would be done? So what? One less bitch you gotta
the fifth couldn't make it The number's even, now I'm leavin' We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind
temple make you stagger like yeltsin Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son Then I take off my belt son Show you what a whippin is, what
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man It's not even funny they can't (Breathe) The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right
temple make you stagger like Yeltsin Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son Then I take off my belt son Show you what a whippin is, what
meaning as I leak out And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe
hit her right now she at the trap though i got a foreign bitch, she my foreign broad and every time we hang out drive my foreign cars (Verse 3 - Slick
new shoes and a new bag. She can call her home girls up, straight brag. And If you got it like that then you go girl. Keep doing what your doing s***
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga, Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little
all yeah Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door It's the street family boss, I land by the shores Get pampered by whores, eat
Hart] - You're a liar, Fred. [Fred Casely] - Oh, yeah, so what? [Roxie Hart] You lied to me... [Fred Casely] That's right, sweetheart. That's right
