"I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king" -
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Run-D.M.C. [x4]
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[Slick Rick]
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Is there a party over here, wit no guns and knives gettin in
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Now let and best, get sweat the life threatnin
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Nettin is suggestin, guest do the restin
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Mic test, kiss BLS, who the best then?
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Cuz when I appear wit hoes off a chair wit
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Stare wit, I'm talkin bout a party over here wit
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Main wreckon, girls be checkin, could be neckin
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To respect and to remember every one of y'all a second to
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Relaxin, gonna be fraction, affraction, attraction
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You don't wanna see action, I ask then
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Screw, cuz you don't what the Rico do
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Giggle to and as you can see a butt wiggle to
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Fried and spin my bride and move your hide in
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Nuttin but a jammy on my side and
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So cling on brother's arm I'm thin
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I'm wonderin, should I begin to kick ya mind in ching
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Cuz I'm King
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[various samples scratched up]
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[Slick Rick]
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If ya forgot who was the man I'll stand and live kid
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You will be bouncin up and down cuz I'm a grand individual
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Shit you will fist and cheer to dear, disappear,
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to where you no where near to
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And could never dream, run horse for Debra and
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Clever trap a hook and screamin on yours forever and
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Town to town wit the B-Boys sounds
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That has the Ruler Rick announce, which ammounts to bounce to
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Classin, still hum the lassin, smash jewelry have like
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Kids from the Bassin, cuz bodies lay about
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respect you better pay about
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Obey about, cuz Ricky isin't sweatin what you say about
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Hum on the clause, silent jay younger boy
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Rap bein strong, cuz see this is violence ya hunger for
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So cling those on them cling, I'm wonderin
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Should I begin to kick ya mind to ching, cuz I'm King
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[various samples scratched up]
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[Slick Rick]
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Like Ceaser, I wanna chill ho on knees for
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Please for, breeze, why money grow on trees for
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Ten to play, I'm poppin willie on the way in
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To K, the Rick could make a milly in a day in
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Kid shot, cuz we on the boy's hot
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Cuz the part don't start that's killin noise fart cuz
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Strive kid, go for the nicest
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One for the trife shit, run for ya lifest
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As I scrape hoes, graspin to shape up
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Clothes drape, tell me why you blastin the tape up
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And up high to, as you boyfriend tried to be
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Hoes fly to Vance Wright, tearin inside of me
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Sonya, sweat so I bone ya
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Let nobody clone ya, and get what I own ya
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So hoes cling, those aren't I'm thin
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I'm wonderin should I bring to kick ya mind to ching
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Cuz I'm King
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[various samples scratched up]
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King
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| Slick Rick |
