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Slick Rick( Richard Martin Lloyd Walters )
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I Own America
Lyricist:Rodolfo Franklin, Tyrone Fyffe, Rick Walters
All of you cock pullers are frontin' Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin' To better ya, for any chick you want, I'm gettin' her Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with? Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with? Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet
Evicted, why you tryin' to find shit to lick with? Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick Though you pretend to be glory I'm number one, that's the end of the story
The black Clark Gable leave you numb Every single one, frontin' on your label is a bum Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothin' other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got deported, I own America
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got deported, I own America
He's so crazy, I smash rippin' up the place Give the mack a taste, I wipe my ass with a rapper face Cars come to a dead stop Rain find ways not to drop on my head top
Tycoon rush at the richest Even my complexion is a must have to bitches Even without car, money to budget I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
You know what I mean? Bitches are in awe at the lingo Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income An old timer, lock up all vagina fields France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Saltin' inferior, faultin' to where we are Tryin' to find fault in superior Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothin' other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got deported, I own America
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got deported, I own America
You lack the taste hook I'm stickin' 'em with While degenerate like yourself make our race look ignorant And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy Bout hittin' the groin' gets none of this tenderloin
Feet planted on deep black firmament Bow, in the presence of who lead rap permanent Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids You stunk, 'cause mortals ain't shit to conquer
Somebody said new pharoahs have appeared How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now? I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick
Source Awards, yeah, Rick every seminar Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are Let me slow it down, that's enough of that This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got deported, I own America
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya And even I got deported, I own America
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