fuckin around I want that raw shit ? ? ? up under my shoes, we jackin you jewels cause it's my way Nice as rice slick as ice meltin in your driveway Thicker
the knots in my shoelaces, I'm a show you all the phases of a fuck up. Plucking the petals but every rose had its thorn. Consider that first warning,
rock everyday, and why, why not? [slick rick] R, ravishing I, impress C, courageous or careless K, for the kangol's which I've got That I wear everyday, and why, why not? [slick
his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once
, cansado. Do you know what the people say? Plucked from the garden of wicked beliefs, I offer a rose and smile with harmless teeth. Then slick back
rose at night Yeah that's right Ooh, there's a rose that blooms at night Yes, there's a rose that blooms at night There's a rose that blooms at night
Through Da Walls Damn They Dont Even Hear U Screamin Through Da Walls Itz Gon Be Like Somethin U Aint Dream About B4 Somethin U Can Gossip 4 A Week About Im Sure Im Slick
Versus for promo, oh, no I'm a monster, up and cummin' like dicks, no homo A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos I'm high like gas, rose sticks
swept in with such violence The dead rose to complain The stars were ill-crossed as the weather Lost in its bitumen cloak The angels were warring, slick
Where in heaven has no embassy And hope no surly grip on reason Yahweh, frankincense Satan, gold and murder Yahweh, frankincense Satan, gold and murder He is sly, bejeweled with sylph Slick
poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a Demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick
grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it For fuckin' wit' the wrong motherfucker That you thought you had you a trickhead Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick
almighty, speaking from the trenches to the pits Spoke for all of mankind, when he said Take the Porsche, take the kids, take the stocks Take the rugs, take those roses
still we're singing well I know ten thousand tunes are captured there that much I know Blue sun under the clouds - the smoke of wrack and ruin Someone waits beneath the roses
replies the same defeats Keep your finger on important issues With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues I'm just a oily slick In a windup world
I could rewind the time to when it was all good I would take it back to when we said goodbye If I My so-called man thinkin' he slick 'cause I stay on
But Mo' returned for the people, with his chest stiff out saw King said, "You want war? Make brick without straw" That's a son not being king, the shorty no good rose
' bitch Straight take a hoe nigga, always out to lick And when shit is gettin' thick Out the door she split She straight slick But I'm slicker than that