I Own America Part 2 Lyrics - Slick Rick

All of you cock pullers are frontin' 

Wave your arms around like you're some octopus or somethin' 

To better you, for any chick you want, I'm gettin' her 

Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera 

Who the one to entertain and fume with? 

Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with? 

Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet 

Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet 

Evicted, why you tryin' to find shit to lick with? 

Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick 

Though you pretend to be glory 

I'm number one, that's the end of the story 

The black Clark Gable leave you numb 

Every single one frontin' on your label is a bum 

Let me slow it down, that's enough of that 

This I have to say to you nothing other rapper cats 

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From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward 

You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit 

Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya 

And even I got deported, I own America 

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward 

You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit 

Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya 

And even I got deported, I own America 

He's so crazy, I smash rippin' up the place 

Give the mack a taste, I wipe my ass with a rapper face 

Cars come to a dead stop 

Rain find ways not to drop on my head top 

Tycoon rush at the richest 

Even my complexion is a must have to bitches 

Even without car money to budget 

I would have the most elegant apartment in the Projects 

Know what I mean? 

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Bitches are in awe at the lingo 

Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income 

An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields 

France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills 

Saltin' inferior, faultin' to where we are 

Tryin to find fault in superior 

Let me slow it down, that's enough of that 

This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats 

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward 

You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit 

Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya 

And even I got deported, I own America 

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward 

You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit 

Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya 

And even I got deported, I own America 

You lack the taste hook I'm stickin' 'em with 

While degenerate like yourself make our race look ignorant 

And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy 

'Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin 

Feet planted on deep black firmament 

Bow in the presence of who lead rap permanent 

Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids 

You stunk 'cause mortals ain't shit to conquer 

Somebody said new pharaohs have appeared 

How when everything I wore ten years ago, you wear now 

I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid 

Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick 

Source Awards, yeah, Rick every seminar 

Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are 

Let me slow it down, that's enough of that 

This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats 

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward 

You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit 

Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya 

And even I got deported, I own America 

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward 

You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit 

Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya 

And even I got deported, I own America 

Yeah, from New York to Cali none'll fuck with the awkward 

You think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit 

Bing, biatch