Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bond, artist - Slick Rick. Album song The Ruler's Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Bond |
Yeah, boy! |
Check it out Slick, ya know what I’m sayin? |
No complaining |
I reached my destination and its raining |
I’m in Colombia, the Bond steps off the plane and |
I hear a hollar from a bro with ring around the collar |
Its chief of police, grease Bond, tell me to follow |
Treated me to everything, no taxin, maxin |
Gives me a hotel suite for me to relax in |
Seems everyone was on my silk drawers |
A cloud does it have to bug me a daffy nerve |
Jumpin out the closet, word up, dead nigga |
Said «Chief how do you figure tryin to arrest me, the Double for the |
Murder of the nigga?» |
Now in a cell, but not for long, and now I’m out, I hear a weeping |
One asleep, other sleeping, kept creeping |
Bumped into another, my appearance was alarming |
(To who) some lady that thought I’m charming |
Please, the way I is I don’t even have to say hon |
So who’s a Don? |
You better believe the nigga keeps girls fond |
The name’s Bond! |
Well, I’m outside and its the chief with twenty thiefs like the brainiac |
Aware because the Double 0 was bucking like a maniac |
Till nobody lives, so hon, nowhere to do correct |
Said «excuse me baby, but where they hiding the hooker at?» |
«Around the block, but chill at least chill till the storm has stopped» |
Decided it was a helicopter, sounds like its warming up |
Grabbed ya leg, shot the chief, someone said «Stop hawking» |
Shook me off at twenty-thou, the Bond got up walking |
They was laughing as they left they grew thinner like Iraqi |
Got the plans from the dying chief of police in her pocket |
To make it even worse honey girl was definitely rattin' |
Was holding her in a club that was happening in Manhattan |
I’m on the plane in the day seemed nothing was a phasing |
Except for the stewardess jocking the Amazing |
But kept my composure, had another honey hon |
Who the Don? |
Better believe the nigga keep girls fond |
The name’s Bond! |
Back at home in New York, I didn’t want to get too overfly |
You wanna know why I pulled out my 535i? |
(pimp!) |
Boy I see some lookouts with some girls that’s annoyed |
It was a private engagement for the dealer and the boys |
Double just passed the hoods with their faces painted |
Walked in, say a good twenty girls fainted |
Throw cousins all out but seems that everyone was shitting |
And man I was so cool I even carried me a kitten (reowr!) |
Trouble for the Double 0? |
Wouldn’t swallow that |
Who’s the man with the Golden Gun and all of that |
Turned curls of mercy, left blood on the walls of |
Rescued the shorty who was all on the walls of |
Whore said «You're late!» |
I don’t wanna hear none of your dissing |
Nabbed the cash, made a good twenty million on the mission |
Good job, not to mention had the boss honey hung |
So who’s a Don? |
Better believe the nigga keeps girls fond |
The name’s Bond! |