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Forty on my hip, lil bitch this ain't no Smith and Wesson
14 on this bitch he cooking he don't give a fuck, he reckless Springfield on my body yeah I

to me when I wake up
She mad cause I ain't the type to lay around and cake up
I gotta get my cake up
Made by OGs, yeah, these niggas can't fade us
None

stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas
Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I

Runaway

Slick Rick

The Ruler's Back

1991

the next day
When I know she's gonna be wit him, so hallelujah, praise God King

[samples]

[Slick Rick]
Checked it out, even candle light I figured out

speed
Consumption took her before she could be meat
They couldn't stay long, there weren't no time to grieve
Bess get to climbing, Wasatch Range is real

1959 Nana was getting on to grade nine
She met a boy went by the name Dean
He was the captain of the football team
She was the fountain

of fake
We go party we the Rick O

But she always all alone
And she always by her own

A lot of dreamer, A lot of liquor, A lot of fest

I'm a hardy, im

she feel forty
Might step in some ricks I ain't talking about no Morty
Might fuck and forget about her like I'm dory
Said you was hard but nigga you

(Muah)
She says with me she dont want dick
That pussy fire mami too lit
Bitch I'm a boss and I aint Rick (Uhh)

I gotta stay on the road
Before I stay

keeps me groovey 
Get pulled over don't panic she hide the tree by her coochie 
My life's a movie go through scenes with out the camera 
Digged my way

thing from Springfield
Who like to stare me in my eyes and ask me how it feel
And when we walk that wagon move like a bowl of Jello
And she bring them

La-Di-Da-Di

Doug E. Fresh

Street Jams: Hip-Hop from the Top, Vol. 4

1994

have you (she can't either)"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but
She gave chase, she caught up

Intro: Riky Rick

Yo, Profound man, pick up the phone, pick up the phone  I told you I'm throwing this party today  I got the XO, I got the 1738 -

Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love

Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
And I'm with my dogs like I'm Michael Vick
Watching that,

Ricky Tidwell's Mama Is Gonna Play Football

Cledus T. Judd

Juddmental

1999

knocking on Ricky's door
They didn't want to talk to young Rick no more
When they saw his mama she's the one they wanted to sign

She was a real bold woman

Slick Rick
Tattoo on her body baby artistic
She a bad bitch with her cherry lipstick
Got a red dress like cherry lipstick
Matching red bottoms red cherry

the cash 
But I'm looking at her fit she be hanging at the store she wearing rick
She got no real side she with them other guys 
Maybe if never lied, maybe

the cash 
But I'm looking at her fit she be hanging at the store she wearing rick 
She got no real side she with them other guys 
Maybe if never lied, maybe

a Freak)
Yeah she bad uh, yeah she a freak
I had a hit a few times through the week
Late night had to hit her wit the creep
Yeah she a freak rick James

Rick, I’m flockin’ for kiss, ‘cause she a bad bitch
I’m keepin’ my stick, not keepin’ a bitch, she postin’ a flick, delete it, lil’ bitch
She fuckin’ up

to be nuddy
She got the butty (butty)
She got the butty (butty)
The night it for us (yeah)
Don't ask the cost (No)
Rocking rick owens they said them want

Heart cold buh it feel on fire
I can't fuck wit shorty
Cause she is a liya
No same buh I can't stand by ya
Look in my eyes can't you see
That I am tired

Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me