Tricks Up My Sleeve Lyrics - Common Sense

[Common] 

I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake 

I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy 

with a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it to the bus stop (what?) 

and it's goodie goodie gumdrops 

I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch 

I'm skippin over every other dip as if it's 

hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hopscotch watch 

Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl 

She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.) 

Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin? 

I'm doin fine. 

Oh word? What's your name? 

Rayshel. 

Why don't you come over to the house so I can put you in the 

BUCK BANG! 

Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second 

You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked 

in my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom 

Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max Headroom 

Redroom (Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer 

I'm Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin the 

vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix 

I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens 

I find it beneficial; not to force the issue 

I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue 

Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential 

If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential 

cause I rock a buyer babe on the treetop 

And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle will rock 

I'm like the peacock on NBC, Nuttin But Cock 

I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a Reebok 

Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Junkyard Dog 

And when I Duke it's a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog 

Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh! pain 

That's the sound of the Caravan... running the train 

yeahhhh yeahh, bitch 

That's the sound of the Caravan, running the train 

Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye! 

Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh! 

Twilite Tone got tricks up my sleeve 

Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve 

Yo DRK got tricks up my sleeve 

De La Soul got tricks up my sleeve 

JuJu got tricks up my sleeve 

The Nubian Nut got tricks up my sleeve 

Com Sense got tricks up my sleeve 

("Wait... I got another trick up my sleeve") 

[Rayshel] 

I'm not a Jake or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo' better 

for head of the class 

And if you ask me I'm not tryin ta be drastic 

I'm not a bitch like Robin Givens I'm concerned about your 

plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna know 

And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it dope 

Frontin so your friends won't know that you got the 86 

so you call me a bitch 

You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids 

I don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups 

I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I'm like 

Al B. stud, cause if I'm not your lover or your friend 

don't try to spend, waste your time 

tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin mine 

So find a new type puss, cause if I don't like you 

you ain't gettin service G, this ain't the drivethru 

Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy 

Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians 

Move on black brotha move on 

You gotta move on black brotha move on