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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slick Rick
Slick Rick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mittler
Mittler
Songwriter
Ricky M.L. Walters
Ricky M.L. Walters
Composer
Wes Henderson
Wes Henderson
Composer
Harvey O. Moesant
Harvey O. Moesant
Composer
Tom Baird
Tom Baird
Composer
Lynn Henderson
Lynn Henderson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Easy Mo Bee
Easy Mo Bee
Producer

Lyrics

'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong Sang my song, stuck out my tongue, girl's strung Sweatin' among 'em was a hon', "Got a man, but we're not gettin' along" Lick the balls, I know some girls'll lick it, not a rhyme, kick it "Rick, it's amazin', how you rap word up, you sound wicked" "Do I dig her?" Silly question picture a jerk and do I trick her "If you only know how good you be lookin' to a nigga" Butt perfect, to her car say would I walk her, not ever Tell her, "Call me later on just to talk or whatever" Stirrin' it up, learn the digits, to be safe burn it up "And here's another Slick Rick one" and the man turn it up Now on my strap and very soon she be all hot and wanna rap 'Sup cap'n over there but Rick ain't nothin' gonna happen Comes over, stuck my tongue in her mouth She gave me a hickey, shocked me The way she jocked truck me, "Knock me Ricky, knock me" Don't affect you none, you popped your kid and rocked your son Though you ho's strung now didn't knock or tongue 'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong Another honey real sneaky lines thrown on the freak Says, "Money works away, but he be home on the weekends Wanted to say you're best, out-chargin' the rest though" Says the guest though now massagin' the breast though While I'm gettin' info out of her, girlfriend's side of her Doin' this already, I'll be in that and out of her Ask her friend, "What poet best?" Rather not flow Though know, girlfriend actin' like down to cutthroat You seem too hard for the rest of them, met all, been too Hint to her friend, time to leave, so we can get all into So then friend says, "Don't take all day whore, I mean" Drops number on the floor, makes sure the dog seen it Alone asks, "Can you help me rap?" "Maybe," winking "Think me, you'll go far," "Oh yeah, that's it baby drink me" Don't affect you none you popped kid and rocked your son Though you ho's strung now didn't knock or tongue 'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong A good look strike ya ho, you attack mic as though I wanted to ask you, is that really real? Witch, act like you know Give me a line for your joint, been to every store to find you Gettin' noisy everyone leave, but you close the door behind you Left your man dressin' room, he tried to diss me 'cause you rule in school I said, "Word, so won't you kiss me you fool" Shoulder shrug, she pop, "Why not?" Another fan above, on the luck Well, anyway like a autograph and a hug Made my move to triple excitement, "Stop Rick, you'll flip it" As I grind against her pussy and I didn't lick her nipple Less than a minute more progression, look at her hide in her dress And lights off, pull panties to the side and caressin' Mass roll up playin' her life, want to keep her in past goal Bolder now she's sayin', "More deeper in my asshole" Don't affect you none you popped kid done rocked your son Though strung, no I didn't knock or tongue 'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong 'Cause it's wrong
Writer(s): Ricky M. L. Walters, L. Henderson, Tom Baird, N. Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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