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letra de king (remix) - slick rick

[verse 1]
is there a party over here? then no guns and knives gettin’ in
now let the best, can’t sweat the life threatnin’
nettin’ and suggesting, guest do the restin’
mic test, kiss, bls, who the best in?
’cause when i appear wit hoes off a chair wit
stare wit, i’m talkin bout a party over here wit
main wreckin, girls be checkin, could be neckin
to respect and to remember evеry one of y’all a second to
relaxin, gonna bе friction, a fraction, attraction
you don’t wanna see action, i ask then
screw, cuz you don’t know what the rick’ll do
giggle to and as you can see a b-tt wiggle too
fried and spin my bride and move your hide and
nothing 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 and chin
cuz i’m king

[verse 2]
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
sh-t you will fist and cheer to dear, disappear
to where you nowhere 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 amounts 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 or chin? cuz i’m king

[verse 3]
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 k!llin noise fart cuz
strive kid, go for the nicest
one for the trife sh-t, run for ya lifest
as i scr-pe 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 n0body 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 chin
cuz i’m king

- slick rick

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