Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why, Why, Why, artist - Slick Rick. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Why, Why, Why |
| Back in the day, we’d slow kiss |
| And man, I did search for an ulterior motive |
| 'Cause all your look is sound hype |
| I wanna see if you’re worthwhile, settlin' down type |
| God knows there’s bigger |
| So, observe to see if you’re gonna sweat the next nigga |
| Oh, help me make green light furriers |
| You know in life you can’t race around with no worthless |
| So, continue the sequel |
| You weighed in the scale and we lived as free people |
| Then disagreein' erupt too |
| I don’t feel my standards are bein' lived up to |
| So, erection conquers, I ran out, went and had sex in Yonkers |
| God knows that’s flakin', jerkin' her |
| And not the replacement grade is lookin for |
| I thought you didn’t love him, didn’t need? |
| (lay hey hey) |
| I thought you said forever, 'til deceased (lay hey hey) |
| I swore you were dishonest, do you believe? |
| (lay hey hey) |
| I’ll search this world forever, are you real? |
| (lay hey hey) |
| Low is my time of honor |
| Friend material and not that type of barner |
| So, myself out of chump |
| Would the problems with havin' worth that type of jump? |
| Commitment, Rick act cruddy |
| And regardless, move made and back studyin' |
| Still screamin', thrown and elegance |
| Grown, don’t play around, grown intelligence |
| Fix what bother, and another |
| If speed’s not made, once again, who gonna suffer? |
| Stubborn fools game, the mule came |
| Over here wit a girl from the old school name |
| Though hit and all though back’s about wit memories |
| And that’s about it, 'cause |
| An uneasiness kept here |
| Even after we made this big giant step here |
| Womanhood, somewhere in the basement |
| Slowin' down again, so I’m lookin' her replacement |
| Music, poundin' a slow jam |
| Wit a girl knowin' and down wit the program |
| Although the honey aim style king |
| Would of took groomin' and tamin' the wild thing |
| Loud, uneasiness brought out |
| Still tried to shove my tongue down the bushy broad mouth |
| Speedin', chasin' after vacant |
| Tried to string along but I didn’t have the patience |
| Learned from cussin' and confusion |
| Breakin' commandments wasn’t a solution |
| Though a few minor clicks in relationship, still time to fix things |