Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ricky Ticky Toc, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 11.11.2004
Song language: English
Ricky Ticky Toc |
| Once you call my name out things will never be the same |
| They shoulda never let us get our foot in this game |
| Ever since I was introduced to rap music |
| I been missin a screw like Bishop in Juice, I could lose it |
| at any moment, those who know me know it |
| So they probably told to go with the flow, just so that |
| I don`t explode and, have another episode |
| where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did |
| Im waitin for that next beef, I’m cocked locked and loaded |
| I’m ready to go so bad |
| I’m goin bananas, my dick’s so hard Anna Nicole could |
| use it to f*ckin pole-vault with |
| Oh shit! |
| I mean when she was still bloated |
| before they cut her stomach open and lypo`ed it |
| Anybody I throw flames at, gets a name |
| It’s a game, cause they know that they don`t spit the same |
| It’s a shame, what people do for ten minutes of fame |
| Everyday it’s the same thing |
| People in this game try to buddy-buddy us |
| Just to get close enough to study us |
| Everybody just wants to have somethin to do with that |
| They all tryna get that stamp |
| They after that Shady/Aftermath money |
| It`s like a monopoly |
| They probably just now finally understand How to Rob fully |
| 50 Cent was like a f*ckin jackpot for me |
| And Dre, it’s like we hit the f*ckin lottery |
| and the damn slot machine at the same time as each other |
| Why the f*ck you think we ride like we brothers? |
| When we rhyme with each other, in time we discovered |
| that we had more in common that we thought with each other |
| Both robbed of our mothers, our fathers ain`t want us |
| What was wrong with us, was it our fault? |
| Cause we started thinkin God doesn’t love us |
| Two odd motherf*ckers who just happened to meet at the right time |
| What a coincidence it is, cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica |
| Queens, I still remember the call up at Chung King cause |
| Big L had just got popped just a month before |
| If 50 lives he`s gettin dropped from Columbia |
| Two years later me and Doc had to come and uhh |
| Operate, that’s when he popped up at number one |
| And we ain’t never gonna stop if you wonderin |
| Even if I’m under the gun |
| You ain’t got to agree all the time with me or see eye to eye |
| There’ll always be animosity between you and I |
| But see the difference is, if it is, I could give a sh*t |
| Still gonna conduct motherf’ckin business as usual |
| Egos aside 'fore I bruise 'em all |
| Swallow your pride fore I step on it with shoes you call |
| Nikes, Earthlings, how do you like these? |
| You gotta love em, look at the bottom of em, they’re like cleats |
| Stompin, I been rompin |
| since Tim Dog was, hollerin, F*ck Compton |
| I was whylin, freestylin |
| Back when, they were still makin, Maxell casettes |
| It wasn`t even rap shelters yet, that tells us that |
| any doubts in your head that seals the shit |
| Ricky ticky toc, ticky ticky toc |
| Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc |
| And ya don’t stop… |