Slick Rick - Bond lyrics

rate me

Wake it up Slick, ya know what I'm sayin?

No complaining

Reached the destination and it's rainin'

I'm in Columbia, the Bond steps off the plane and

I hear a holler from a bro with ring around the collar

Here's Chief of police, greets Bond, tell me to follow

Treated me to everything, no taxin', maxin'

Gives me a hotel suite for me to relax in

Seems everyone was on my silk drawers, McCloud doesn't

Had to bug me he'd have the nerve for jumpin' out the closet

"Word up", "dead nigga", said Chief. "How do you figure?"

"Tryin' to arrest me, the Double for the murder of the nigga?"

Now in a cell, but not for long, and now I'm out, I hear her weepin'

One asleep, other sleepin', kept creepin'

Bumped into another, my appearance was alarming

"To who?" Some lady got God in charmin'

Please, the way I rap, I don't even have to say hon

So who's a Don? You better believe a negro kept girl fond

The name's Bond

Well, I'm outside and it's the chief with twenty deep, psyched the brainiac

Beware because the Double "0" was buckin' like a maniac

'Til nobody left, so hon, nowhere to do correct

Said "excuse me babe, but where they hiding the hooker at?"

"Around the block, but chill at least chill 'til the storm has stopped"

Outside it was a helicopter, sound like it's warmin' up

Grabbed her leg, shot the chief, somebody said "Stop hawkin'"

Shook me off at twenty-thou, the Bond got up walkin'

They was laughing as they left they grew thinner like a rocket

Got the plans from the dying chief of police it's in her pocket

To make it even worse honey gal was definitely rattin'

Was holding her in a club that was happening in Manhattan

I'm on the plane in the day seemed nothin' wasn't phasin'

Except for this stewardess jockin' the Amazin'

But kept my composure, had another honey hon

Who the Don? You better believe a nigga kept girl fond

The name's Bond

Back at home in New York, I didn't want to get too overfly

You wonder why I pulled out my 535i? (pimp)

Boy I see some lookouts with some girls that was annoys

It was a private engagement for the dealer and the boys

Double just passed the hoods with their faces painted

Walked in, say a good twenty girls fainted

Though guns was all out but seems everyone was shittin'

And man I was so cool I even carried me a kitten

Trouble for the Double? No, I wouldn't swallow that

Who the man with the Golden Gun and all of that

Heard calls of mercy, left blood on the walls of

Rescued shorty who was all on the balls of

Boss said "You're late!" I don't wanna hear none of your dissin'

Upped the cash, made a good twenty million for the mission

Good job, not to mention had that Boss honey hon

So who's a Don?

Better believe a nigga kept girl fond

The name's Bond

[Well, what do you think, Vance? Please, no one can serve us]