King Lyrics - Slick Rick

One-two, one-two 

Is there a party over here, with no guns and knives getting' in 

Now let and best, get sweat the life threatenin' 

Nettin' and suggestin', guest do the restin' 

Mic test, KISS, BLS, who the best then? 

'Cause when I appear with hoes off a chair with 

Stare with, I'm talkin' 'bout a party over here with 

Main wreckin', girls I'm checkin', could be naked too 

Respect and to remember every one of y'all a second to 

Their maxin', gonna be fraction, a fraction, attraction 

Ya'll don't wanna see action or askin' 

Screw, 'cause you don't what the Rick'll do 

Giggle to, well as you can see a butt wiggle too 

Fried and spin my bride and move your hide and 

Not another jammy on my side and 

So cling although desire I'm thin 

I'm wonderin', should I begin to kick ya mind or chin 

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'Cause I'm King 

Did ya'll forget who was the man? I'll stand and live kid 

You will be bouncin' up and down 'cause I'm a grand individual 

Shit you will fear say I'm cheer to dear, disappear, 

to where you no where near to 

And could never dream, run horse forever and 

Clever trap a hooker screamin' I'm yours forever and 

Town to town with the b-boy sounds 

That has the Ruler Rick announce, which amounts to bounce to 

The class and still hum the last and 

Smash, jewelry heavy like kids from the past and 

'Cause bodies lay about, respect you better pay about 

Obey about, 'cause Ricky isn't sweatin' what you say about him 

Oh I'm on the clause, silent you're younger boy 

Rap bein' strong, 'cause see this is violence you hunger for 

So cling those aren't I'm thin, I'm wonderin' 

Should I begin to kick your mind or chin, cause I'm King 

Photos 

Like Ceasar, so wanna chill ho on knees for 

Please for, breeze, what money grow on trees for 

Ten to play, I'm poppin' willie on the way in 

Decay, the Rick could make a million a day and 

Kid shot, 'cause we on the boy's heart 

'Cause the part don't start that's killin' noise fart 'cause 

Strive kid, go for the knife it's 

One for the trife shit, run for your life it's 

As I scrape ho's, graspin' to shape up 

Clothes draped, tell me why you blastin' the tape up 

And up high to where's your boyfriend tried to be 

Ho's fly to Vance Wright, tearin' upside of me 

Sewin' ya, sweat so I bone ya 

Let nobody clone ya, and get how I own ya 

So hoes cling, those aren't I'm thin 

I'm wonderin' should I bring to kick ya mind or chin 

Cause I'm King