Slick Cat - Allan Gabay & Jon Rose

Well, I waited long time sweatin it Gettin jerked but yea I'm gettin it Early mornin, stiff as dawn and 'em, 'cause a brother give the mornin off And then we doin in, paranoid to new swearin I said meet me in the lobby skip So one could cut down on the cherry tip Alright, he flyin scat, to being fair to show a mighty that La Di Da Di wanted Gotti and although depended on the body and Who I know was gonna runaway, am I to live to serve the next day When I know she's gonna be wit him, so hallelujah, praise God King Checked it out, even candle light I figured out Better handle it my nigga, in I think the best thing is to block her out 'Cause she doesn't give a fuck about So much change and true it in, you would of cared to wish the u-nion She's not a phony, turn the Sony off, you better overcome the lonely of Although a brother lettin that, thus don't know where I'm headin at To see, even though we fought of it By bother just the very thought of it When I know she's gonna runaway, am I to live to serve the next day When I know she's gonna be wit him, so hallelujah, praise God King And I know you're gonna runaway, am I to live to serve the next day When I know you gonna be wit him, can't belive that this is happenin Well, I should say fine and phone wit coin But though you say that I'm the only one What, behind my back thinkin of, or father not the one I'm thinkin of On this stress, and when it's gonna end Down wit this burden here I'm wonderin I know I should say fine fed it yea And think about all the girls ahead of ya Though hard for me to just forget he And try to follow to the letter end Although the terrible things we riff about Or follow wise that I can live it out When I know you're gonna runaway, am I to live to serve the next day When I know you gonna be wit him, so hallelujah, praise God King When I know you're gonna runaway, am I to live to serve the next day When I know you gonna be wit him, can't believe this is happenin I know you're gonna runaway, I know you're gonna be wit him Seems I know you're gonna runaway, I know you're gonna be wit him Can't believe this is happenin

Yeah, know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Slick, Whoa! Yeah, whee! (Slick Rick) Fine grown Pine-Sol Heavenly rhyme throne Remember when you were young in the 70 time zone Stages, ages about seven I say kid The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest rate like James Brown 'n them ?, A groovy era acting Member seeing Shaft in the movie theater back then? I feel Richard Roundtree got 'em a fly deal Black man wearin' bell bottom and high heels Laughed a lot, some action mass production Remember when cars were darn near half a block long? Parents were so into that crap Bunch a sweet memories to us older rap cats Muhammad Ali knucklin in tournament Pimp daddy hats with buckles and ornaments How we forget snappy Five people sleepin' in one matress and yet happy Could even make sex seem sour As I impress the world with my extreme power, cause Chorus: repeat 2X Rick make memories sealed in almanacs Not to mention the immence appeal the mack hat When you wake up in the morning (redeem from any crap) Because I bring that love and feeling back to rap (Slick Rick) For situated as poor beneficialator Kool-Aid couldn't last a hot minute in the 'frigerator School notes, slidin and stealin, hidin 'em Bazooka, bubble gum cartoons still inside of 'em No way same essence of? Pimps flyest dressin' muthafuckas, weren't they? But hood lies, you afraid of a good wine? I used to love the actor who portrayed one on Good Times You need a friend to? a soul, man it kinda slow One thing 'bout a bro, overflow when it? Life, a pitiful game 'Member the robot? That was my shit on Soul Train Got hyped to, psyched to, And the feelin's right to chillin' on the fire Escape on a nice night too No, I'm not gon' try to hurt the? Remember ride on blood and dry turkey slang? Brothers chippin' in for alcoholic money When you look at old flicks don't we all look funny? Could even make sex seem sour As I impress the world with my extreme power, cause Chorus (Slick Rick) Yo' mama, damn we used to talk improper then Member when we used to walk bop, walk bop again? Givin' them the rythym that we bought Push our hand back like we was swimmin' when we walked Bad all about, Huggie Bear, Rat all about Member afros, what the fuck was that all about? Buenos noches accents too... friends too Everybody had a lot of roaches back then too Profusely around us, Loosley? Fleets wearin' Bruce Lee Bandanas And kick shit, ballin the hand I stick wit' ? Most cases, fatha' away for good Local Flat Foot was part-of the neighborhood Standard, and the panthers (Wow) Used to dress like Erykah Badu and Amanda's now Could even make sex seem sour As I impress the world with my extreme power, cause Chorus 1.5X