J Spades - Slick Rick lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Slick, slick, young slick

Watch it cuz I’m think rip

Be with you cuz I’m thick rick

On chargin’, be slamin’, call me big dog

We come from … don’t live long

Had this to … from my income

Spend ten years in Kingstone

Then I get you fly on my anger

Name ring bells like ding - don

Cuz I’m stepping on the ceiling like king come

Yo, rappers gonna link all

Boy you doin’ everythin’ wrong

Millions of balls in here, sixty four

Wake up, man we do some’

Know my phone and the ring on

Try to get my style and my lingo

Cuz the word on the roads is Spades gon’ blow

And they're waitin’ for my single

Nigga lick the jackpot like bingo

Poppin’ like Pringles

Beatin’ up your gyal when you link up

Cuz bad bitches are in tow

Now you know I'm old school like Flintstones

Now you know how the ting grow

Well my niggas let the ting grow, said the tin grow

Everybody a fib breeze like window

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(Verse)

Yeah, I spit some slick shit

Bitch, I'm Slick Rick

I drive crisp whips, gettin’ to mischief

From big mic big fix

So take it all down, I don't sip, sip

Between an In between and a miss fit

Five, nine but like six, six

Did your free download or you skip, skip

Nigga, why you frontin’? Why you lyin’ in the mirror

Like you should've been the one when you know you never was

Freaky nigga criticize, never criticized

You never get it dog when know he ain't a boss

Cuz they ain't us x 2

And we ain't them, I hate them

Could've sprayed a spade and brought J Spades

An A from spades cuz nigga, we makin’ waves

Same track suit fifty Shades of Grey

Now I'm tailor, amazin’ grace

…. be selfish

…. be Elvis

Now the whole world my oyster

Eat shelfish

Lucky I ain't never had to sell shit

Cuz it's trouble when you've gotta be the eldest

Now I'm in a shop on some Pharrell shit

Buyin’ velvet at Selfridge, I can't help it, selfish

We the top boys in the area

All of my dogs and my terrier

Come see me with your biggest CD

When you've had a top ten up in America, yea

(Hook)

(Verse)

I could be up in the club with my jeweler on

But I'd rather be at home with a Blue-Ray on

Fuck all the club, got the beer

Fuck all so why I cryin’ for?

What the … I rhyme for? I'll tell you why

Cuz the crib ain't big enough ‘til I need to take an elevator

Just so I can get up to the ninth floor

See, money's somethin’ I've got an addiction to

The more I got, the more the addiction grow

It's like a sickness, tell the doctor I need an appointment

And probably a prescription too

Honey I'll get ripped in 2

I like bein’ this sick, it's what I spit for

Die for what I live for, been foul, but I'm rich now

So what am I still gettin’ shit for?

I got arrested tryna protect my wife

A reprobate, got reprimanded and was read my rights

Wasn't the best of nights

Subsequently I got dropped by puma

But ever the optimist, I try and look at the positives

At least I get to wear my Nike

I'd beware my chatter cuz I'm harder

And tell Akala I am a racist, I hate white rappers

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