|
Slick Rick - King lyrics
"I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king" - Run-D.M.C. (4X) [Slick Rick] Is there a party over here, wit no guns and knives gettin in Now let and best, get sweat the life threatnin Nettin is suggestin, guest do the restin Mic test, kiss BLS, who the best then? Cuz when I appear wit hoes off a chair wit Stare wit, I'm talkin bout a party over here wit Main wreckon, girls be checkin, could be neckin To respect and to remember every one of y'all a second to Relaxin, gonna be fraction, affraction, attraction You don't wanna see action, I ask then Screw, cuz you don't what the Rico do Giggle to and as you can see a butt wiggle to Fried and spin my bride and move your hide in Nuttin but a jammy on my side and So cling on brother's arm I'm thin I'm wonderin, should I begin to kick ya mind in ching Cuz I'm King [various samples scratched up] [Slick Rick] If ya forgot who was the man I'll stand and live kid You will be bouncin up and down cuz I'm a grand individual Shit you will fist and cheer to dear, disappear, to where you no where near to And could never dream, run horse for Debra and Clever trap a hook and screamin on yours forever and Town to town wit the B-Boys sounds That has the Ruler Rick announce, which ammounts to bounce to Classin, still hum the lassin, smash jewelry have like Kids from the Bassin, cuz bodies lay about respect you better pay about Obey about, cuz Ricky isin't sweatin what you say about Hum on the clause, silent jay younger boy Rap bein strong, cuz see this is violence ya hunger for So cling those on them cling, I'm wonderin Should I begin to kick ya mind to ching, cuz I'm King [various samples scratched up] [Slick Rick] Like Ceaser, I wanna chill ho on knees for Please for, breeze, why money grow on trees for Ten to play, I'm poppin willie on the way in To K, the Rick could make a milly in a day in Kid shot, cuz we on the boy's hot Cuz the part don't start that's killin noise fart cuz Strive kid, go for the nicest One for the trife shit, run for ya lifest As I scrape hoes, graspin to shape up Clothes drape, tell me why you blastin the tape up And up high to, as you boyfriend tried to be Hoes fly to Vance Wright, tearin inside of me Sonya, sweat so I bone ya Let nobody clone ya, and get what I own ya So hoes cling, those aren't I'm thin I'm wonderin should I bring to kick ya mind to ching Cuz I'm King [various samples scratched up] |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Funeral of God by Zao |
 The Dangermen Sessions, Vol. 1 by Madness |
![Pleyel [live]](http://www.thelyricarchive.com/img/pic/8501-9000/8878/album-83986) Pleyel [live] by France Gall |
 Icky Thump by The White Stripes |
 Twenty Four Seven by Tina Turner |
