THEY SLICK, YOU SLICK They slick, You slick, cause they don’t know But they weren’t there, when you came through the door Trying to slick me, trying to slick you Sometimes it’s hard to tell, whose fooling who.. They run games, cause they don’t know Education was too easy, it messed up their flow Now they run the streets, hustle is their game Sometimes so confused, don’t know their own name.. Now back to the middle, where we all come from It’s a various variable, when you’re trying to get some It’s like Russian roulette, you may win, you may lose We all have a choice, which one do you choose.. To get caught up in the game, not knowing how Thinking everyone else was the mark, oh wow ! How did this happen, is the question of the day But opportunity knocks, so they go on with their play.. Playing games without rules, only they’re suppose to know But sometimes a different drummer comes to their show Where you from they ask, of the little drummer boy From here and there, he says quite coy.. I think we’re on to something, says the leader of the pack Let’s run this sucker dry, send him back to Hackensack But the tables were turned, and what do you know Back to Hackensack he went, with all of their dough.. The drummer out slicked us, was the cry of the crew Are you sure of where he came from, if only you knew Raised in the brick yard, ghetto, and slums, The other side of the tracks, is where he came from.. Morrow of the story, maybe there isn’t one But when you go to a dog fight, or cat fight, oh come on ! Never enter a ring, with an opponent whose unknown You m-- l--- m---, t--- y-- b-------- f--, and t--- t---’-- g---, t--- g---.. E. V. SIMS |
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