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 inNow let and best, get sweat the life threatninNettin is suggestin, guest do the restinMic test, kiss BLS, who the best then?Cuz when I appear wit hoes off a chair witStare wit, I'm talkin bout a party over here witMain wreckon, girls be checkin, could be neckinTo respect and to remember every one of y'all a second toRelaxin, gonna be fraction, affraction, attractionYou don't wanna see action, I ask thenScrew, cuz you don't what the Rico doGiggle to and as you can see a butt wiggle toFried and spin my bride and move your hide inNuttin but a jammy on my side andSo cling on brother's arm I'm thinI'm wonderin, should I begin to kick ya mind in chingCuz I'm King[various samples scratched up][Slick Rick]If ya forgot who was the man I'll stand and live kidYou will be bouncin up and down cuz I'm a grand individualShit you will fist and cheer to dear, disappear,to where you no where near toAnd could never dream, run horse for Debra andClever trap a hook and screamin on yours forever andTown to town wit the B-Boys soundsThat has the Ruler Rick announce, which ammounts to bounce toClassin, still hum the lassin, smash jewelry have likeKids from the Bassin, cuz bodies lay aboutrespect you better pay aboutObey about, cuz Ricky isin't sweatin what you say aboutHum on the clause, silent jay younger boyRap bein strong, cuz see this is violence ya hunger forSo cling those on them cling, I'm wonderinShould 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 forPlease for, breeze, why money grow on trees forTen to play, I'm poppin willie on the way inTo K, the Rick could make a milly in a day inKid shot, cuz we on the boy's hotCuz the part don't start that's killin noise fart cuzStrive kid, go for the nicestOne for the trife shit, run for ya lifestAs I scrape hoes, graspin to shape upClothes drape, tell me why you blastin the tape upAnd up high to, as you boyfriend tried to beHoes fly to Vance Wright, tearin inside of meSonya, sweat so I bone yaLet nobody clone ya, and get what I own yaSo hoes cling, those aren't I'm thinI'm wonderin should I bring to kick ya mind to chingCuz I'm King[various samples scratched up]
