Video musical

Lick The Balls
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slick Rick
Slick Rick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Henry Boxley III
James Henry Boxley III
Composer
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Composer
Ricky M.L. Walters
Ricky M.L. Walters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer

Letra

Excuse me, I'm trying to earn a mere buck or two A solemn rapper come in -- and who the fuck are you? Around this part of town with diamonds and your girl in fur "I'm trying to enter in this rap contest you're havin sir" You're kinda late "Flat tire" Well that'd do it cuz Well alright, pay me now, and you'll be at the hub "I hope I don't mess up, or run out of breath, or even brick" Don't worry hon you're hittin em harder than a fuckin brick "But what do you think Van?" Please, no one can serve us "Wish me luck dear, I'm scared and I'm nervous" So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls This one the DJ calls... lick the balls! Now everytime I write dope raps they come vickin it Now you know the title of this, so start lickin it Lips kickin it, hey bitch, there is a brick in it So when you think you're prepared, I keep stickin it Now here they come with a spike to fight, take it light Now who the one you're trying to be like with all your might And anyone that attempted to remove me out the race Best give me space before I fly in they fuckin face Now raise that vocal, play that role around your local hoods Don't worry about a thing cause Ricky Rick is bringin home the goods Who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls This one the DJ calls... lick the balls! Now everything that come out your mouth, sound like it's out of spite I'm back on a mission and this time I'm gonna anchor right That's right, ads help, he's improvin it "Thank gosh Rick! We love the way you're movin it" Who's hittin rough in eighty-eight I bet your momma knows Backslap you all down like I were dominoes Stun em all, come on y'all, give me a taste of life Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck ya wife So be my friend and don't pretend you will not be forgiven You're cleaning house up to the MASTER, that's how we both are livin So who will stands, who falls, who crowds the halls This one the DJ calls... lick the balls! Go Vance Wright! go Rick! Look at the style we bring How come you cannot write a rap that will erase the king The girls you watch are now entranced now when they see me slam Shit on motherfuckers and I tell them who the fuck I am My name is Rick, but now you know who's rulin it Pump the world and the DJ put the fuel in it Come ride the dick and if you wanna know what is the word Who write the baddest raps you and your boys have ever heard I eat you up and give your girl a bowl of Puppy Chow You understand alright? Hello! I'm tryin to tell you now Who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls This one the DJ calls... lick the balls!
Writer(s): Ricky M. L. Walters, Eric T. Sadler, James Henry Boxley Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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