King

"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







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[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







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[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







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