歌曲 | Who Rotten 'Em |
歌手 | Slick Rick |
专辑 | The Art Of Storytelling |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : J. Etienne & Ricky M.L. Walters | |
作词 : Etienne, Walters | |
One of the greatest rapper, walk - i'm sayin' | |
In the field makin' my brick without hayin' | |
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here | |
You, boy, drop your bundle bring your butt in | |
A soldier, what i do to that hood? | |
"are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good? | |
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya | |
Clean yourself, pharoah said he wanna have a word with ya" | |
My mom, pop, look concerned | |
After takin' a shower, dress and returned | |
The soldier, kinda on the dark end | |
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking | |
In the midst, a poet, dryin' | |
Pharoah and his girl being entertained by him | |
Motherfucker got some nerve | |
Said "bring slave forward, let me observe" | |
He asked me my name and start badger me | |
"ricky, what?", 'ricky, your majesty' | |
And bowed because i had to, | |
Kick a rap that shit better sound fat too | |
Who rotten 'em | |
Plaits swing, but have you forgotten 'em | |
Biggest big shouts since king tut and 'em (who rotten 'em) | |
Kids ville, motherfucker couldn't sit still | |
All bitches is open off rick's grill (who rotten 'em) | |
Definetly exort, any stalkin' | |
Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when i'm walkin(who rotten 'em) | |
Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted | |
All a that jungle shit, whites rap | |
"he's fat" queen said to the pharoah excited and | |
Did seem obvious the rap delighted him | |
Then start banging on appliance (yes your honour?) | |
"send this other rapper to the lions" (please, no!) | |
Pleaing with merit, if you kill him for my sake | |
My raps will do the spirit | |
'please let him live, i prefer that' | |
"ok, well, send him where this slave used to work at" | |
Do or die jammin' me into | |
Even was allowed to move the family in too | |
Any beat better rap good on | |
Even gave me mad nice outfits to put on | |
Knowing that my rap stlye bumped many | |
And expecting some important company | |
The king visits where i was put to write | |
"slave, you're behind, better rap real good tonight" | |
In other words, lay your mack down | |
'cause these cats not the one to sound wack round | |
So that night, when they summers be them clapping | |
Took a deep breath and then began rapping | |
Who rotten 'em | |
Tryin' a find out what excite, what i write, | |
What ignite with | |
Lion never once tried to bite rick | |
Excusely, assumed to meek, refuse to greet | |
A smoother geek, just move ya feet | |
Shocked all dippin' and stoppin' | |
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker | |
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap | |
And sista breakin' when a nigger rap | |
Well it was obvious the raps unpluggin' | |
Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth, buggin' | |
This they never heard that type a tactic | |
Gold sandles all over their fat steps | |
One dignitary over what man said | |
"i'll give you half the eastern border if you sell him" | |
Back at the rest spot to nap a bit | |
Mom! pop! they delighted with the rapper did | |
"son", my mom said sweepin' up | |
"that lunatic'll kill you if you don't keep it up" | |
What's wrong with you, "son, i'm not scornin' you | |
Leave your best for a rainy day, i'm warnin' you" | |
Ripped my ego apart | |
So i set upon a mission to change the king heart | |
'sire, whippin don't pay off | |
A lot more done you give a nigger one day off' | |
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again | |
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence | |
That type meant ta stripe, kids | |
Even after he died, i still write raps like this | |
Who rotten 'em | |
All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me | |
I am all culture that you need be | |
And superior juice to abuse, i choose | |
Use words racist slave owner used to | |
Sandwich known crook, redbone hook too | |
Got his own land, which you're known look to | |
Not only ass wipes, swept side kick | |
Shocker and them niggers even try to dress like rick |
zuo qu : J. Etienne Ricky M. L. Walters | |
zuo ci : Etienne, Walters | |
One of the greatest rapper, walk i' m sayin' | |
In the field makin' my brick without hayin' | |
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here | |
You, boy, drop your bundle bring your butt in | |
A soldier, what i do to that hood? | |
" are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good? | |
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya | |
Clean yourself, pharoah said he wanna have a word with ya" | |
My mom, pop, look concerned | |
After takin' a shower, dress and returned | |
The soldier, kinda on the dark end | |
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking | |
In the midst, a poet, dryin' | |
Pharoah and his girl being entertained by him | |
Motherfucker got some nerve | |
Said " bring slave forward, let me observe" | |
He asked me my name and start badger me | |
" ricky, what?", ' ricky, your majesty' | |
And bowed because i had to, | |
Kick a rap that shit better sound fat too | |
Who rotten ' em | |
Plaits swing, but have you forgotten ' em | |
Biggest big shouts since king tut and ' em who rotten ' em | |
Kids ville, motherfucker couldn' t sit still | |
All bitches is open off rick' s grill who rotten ' em | |
Definetly exort, any stalkin' | |
Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when i' m walkin who rotten ' em | |
Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted | |
All a that jungle shit, whites rap | |
" he' s fat" queen said to the pharoah excited and | |
Did seem obvious the rap delighted him | |
Then start banging on appliance yes your honour? | |
" send this other rapper to the lions" please, no! | |
Pleaing with merit, if you kill him for my sake | |
My raps will do the spirit | |
' please let him live, i prefer that' | |
" ok, well, send him where this slave used to work at" | |
Do or die jammin' me into | |
Even was allowed to move the family in too | |
Any beat better rap good on | |
Even gave me mad nice outfits to put on | |
Knowing that my rap stlye bumped many | |
And expecting some important company | |
The king visits where i was put to write | |
" slave, you' re behind, better rap real good tonight" | |
In other words, lay your mack down | |
' cause these cats not the one to sound wack round | |
So that night, when they summers be them clapping | |
Took a deep breath and then began rapping | |
Who rotten ' em | |
Tryin' a find out what excite, what i write, | |
What ignite with | |
Lion never once tried to bite rick | |
Excusely, assumed to meek, refuse to greet | |
A smoother geek, just move ya feet | |
Shocked all dippin' and stoppin' | |
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker | |
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap | |
And sista breakin' when a nigger rap | |
Well it was obvious the raps unpluggin' | |
Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth, buggin' | |
This they never heard that type a tactic | |
Gold sandles all over their fat steps | |
One dignitary over what man said | |
" i' ll give you half the eastern border if you sell him" | |
Back at the rest spot to nap a bit | |
Mom! pop! they delighted with the rapper did | |
" son", my mom said sweepin' up | |
" that lunatic' ll kill you if you don' t keep it up" | |
What' s wrong with you, " son, i' m not scornin' you | |
Leave your best for a rainy day, i' m warnin' you" | |
Ripped my ego apart | |
So i set upon a mission to change the king heart | |
' sire, whippin don' t pay off | |
A lot more done you give a nigger one day off' | |
He took my advice, ' stead a yell again | |
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence | |
That type meant ta stripe, kids | |
Even after he died, i still write raps like this | |
Who rotten ' em | |
All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me | |
I am all culture that you need be | |
And superior juice to abuse, i choose | |
Use words racist slave owner used to | |
Sandwich known crook, redbone hook too | |
Got his own land, which you' re known look to | |
Not only ass wipes, swept side kick | |
Shocker and them niggers even try to dress like rick |
zuò qǔ : J. Etienne Ricky M. L. Walters | |
zuò cí : Etienne, Walters | |
One of the greatest rapper, walk i' m sayin' | |
In the field makin' my brick without hayin' | |
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here | |
You, boy, drop your bundle bring your butt in | |
A soldier, what i do to that hood? | |
" are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good? | |
Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya | |
Clean yourself, pharoah said he wanna have a word with ya" | |
My mom, pop, look concerned | |
After takin' a shower, dress and returned | |
The soldier, kinda on the dark end | |
Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking | |
In the midst, a poet, dryin' | |
Pharoah and his girl being entertained by him | |
Motherfucker got some nerve | |
Said " bring slave forward, let me observe" | |
He asked me my name and start badger me | |
" ricky, what?", ' ricky, your majesty' | |
And bowed because i had to, | |
Kick a rap that shit better sound fat too | |
Who rotten ' em | |
Plaits swing, but have you forgotten ' em | |
Biggest big shouts since king tut and ' em who rotten ' em | |
Kids ville, motherfucker couldn' t sit still | |
All bitches is open off rick' s grill who rotten ' em | |
Definetly exort, any stalkin' | |
Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when i' m walkin who rotten ' em | |
Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted | |
All a that jungle shit, whites rap | |
" he' s fat" queen said to the pharoah excited and | |
Did seem obvious the rap delighted him | |
Then start banging on appliance yes your honour? | |
" send this other rapper to the lions" please, no! | |
Pleaing with merit, if you kill him for my sake | |
My raps will do the spirit | |
' please let him live, i prefer that' | |
" ok, well, send him where this slave used to work at" | |
Do or die jammin' me into | |
Even was allowed to move the family in too | |
Any beat better rap good on | |
Even gave me mad nice outfits to put on | |
Knowing that my rap stlye bumped many | |
And expecting some important company | |
The king visits where i was put to write | |
" slave, you' re behind, better rap real good tonight" | |
In other words, lay your mack down | |
' cause these cats not the one to sound wack round | |
So that night, when they summers be them clapping | |
Took a deep breath and then began rapping | |
Who rotten ' em | |
Tryin' a find out what excite, what i write, | |
What ignite with | |
Lion never once tried to bite rick | |
Excusely, assumed to meek, refuse to greet | |
A smoother geek, just move ya feet | |
Shocked all dippin' and stoppin' | |
Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker | |
Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap | |
And sista breakin' when a nigger rap | |
Well it was obvious the raps unpluggin' | |
Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth, buggin' | |
This they never heard that type a tactic | |
Gold sandles all over their fat steps | |
One dignitary over what man said | |
" i' ll give you half the eastern border if you sell him" | |
Back at the rest spot to nap a bit | |
Mom! pop! they delighted with the rapper did | |
" son", my mom said sweepin' up | |
" that lunatic' ll kill you if you don' t keep it up" | |
What' s wrong with you, " son, i' m not scornin' you | |
Leave your best for a rainy day, i' m warnin' you" | |
Ripped my ego apart | |
So i set upon a mission to change the king heart | |
' sire, whippin don' t pay off | |
A lot more done you give a nigger one day off' | |
He took my advice, ' stead a yell again | |
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence | |
That type meant ta stripe, kids | |
Even after he died, i still write raps like this | |
Who rotten ' em | |
All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me | |
I am all culture that you need be | |
And superior juice to abuse, i choose | |
Use words racist slave owner used to | |
Sandwich known crook, redbone hook too | |
Got his own land, which you' re known look to | |
Not only ass wipes, swept side kick | |
Shocker and them niggers even try to dress like rick |