Slick Rick

[Intro: J Spades] Ladi dadi (Slick Rick) We likes to party We don't cause trouble We don't bother nobody (the beat boss) [Hook: J Spades] These bitches be watching cause I'm Slick Rick Slick Rick, nigga, yeah I'm Slick Rick Slick Rick, bitches be watching cause I'm Slick Rick Sick Rick, nigga, yeah I'm Slick Rick Slick Rick, Slick Rick Bitches be watching cause I'm Slick Rick Slick Rick, Slick Rick Niggas be watching cause I'm Slick Rick [Verse 1: J Spades] Head Nigga in Charge East London, call me big darg Where I come from, niggas don't live long Had to sell drugs for my income Spent ten years in Kingston Then I catch a flight, come-a England Name ring bells like ding dong Cause I'm stepping on the city like King Kong Yo, rappers wanna link up Boy, you're doing everyting wrong Millions of bars on the F64s But you can't make a big song Now it's my phone them a ring, don Tryna get my style and my lingo Cause the word on the roads is Spades gonna blow And they're waiting for my single Nigga lick the jackpot like bingo Popping like Pringles Beating up your gyal when you link up Cause bad bitches are in tow Now you know I'm old school like Flintstones Now you know how the ting go Well my niggas let the ting go Everybody haffi breeze like window [Hook] [Verse 2: Tinie Tempah] Yeah, I spit spit some slick shit Bitch, I'm Slick Rick I drive crisp whips, getting to mischief Or mit fix big spliffs I take it all down, I don't sip sip Between an Inbetweener and a Misfit 5'9", but like 6'6" I did your free download and went skip, skip Nigga, why you fronting? Why you lying in The Mirror Like you should've been the one when you know you never was? Fuck a nigga, thinkin' he can never criticise And he thinking if he don't, man, you know he ain't a boss Cause they ain't us And we ain't them (I hate them niggas) Amen, amen, amen Could've sprayed a spade, I brought J Spades An ace of spades cause nigga, we making waves Same tracksuit 50 Shades of Grey Now I'm tailor-made, amazing grace So fuck it, let a nigga be selfish Fuck it, let a nigga be Elvis Now the whole world my oyster Fuck it, let a nigga eat shelfish Lucky I ain't never had to sell shit Cause it's trouble when you've gotta be the eldest Now I'm in a shop on some Pharrell shit Buying velvet at Selfridge, I can't help it, selfish We the top boys in the area All of my dogs and my terrier Come see me with your biggest CD When you've had a top 10 up in America, yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Professor Green] I could be up in the club with my jewellery on But I'd rather be at home with a Blu-Ray on Fuck, I've owned the club, fuck, I've owned the beer Fuck, I've owned enough so what the fuck I crying for? What the fuck I rhyme for? I'll tell you why Cause the crib ain't big enough until I need to take an elevator Just so I can get up to the ninth floor See, money's something I've got an addiction to The more I got, the more the addiction grew It's like a sickness, tell the doctor I need an appointment And probably a prescription too And it'll get ripped in two I like being this sick, it's what I spit for Die for what I live for, been foul, but I'm rich now So what am I still getting shit for? I got arrested tryna protect my wife A reprobate, got reprimanded and was read my rights Wasn't the best of nights Subsequently I got dropped by Puma But ever the optimist, I try and look at the positives At least I get to wear my Nikes I'd beware my chatter cause I'm harder And tell Akala I am a racist, I hate white rappers [Hook]