Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuz It's Wrong, artist - Slick Rick. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
Cuz It's Wrong |
| Sang my songs, stuck in my tongue, girl strung |
| Sweating among them was a hun |
| 'Got a man, but we not getting along' |
| Lick the balls, I know some girls that lick it, not around dick it |
| Rick it’s amazing how you rap, word up, you sound wicked |
| Do I dig her, silly pressure, picture drig up, do a drig up |
| If you only knew how good, Rick, you look into mirror |
| Buck perfect, to her car, said when I walk, not ever |
| Tell her 'call me later on, just to talk, or whatever' |
| Stirring it up, learn the digits, to be safe, burn it up |
| And here’s another Slick Rick one, and her man turned it up |
| Now on the strap, very soon, she be all hot wanna rap |
| Some cat over there, but Rick, ain’t nothing gonna happen |
| Comes over, stuck my tongue in her mouth, she gave me a hickey |
| Shocked me, the way she jock, truck me not, me Ricky not |
| Known to faking, and you probably kidding rock, just something |
| Thought your ho strung, nah, didn’t knock on tongue |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Another honey, real sneaky, lines thrown on the freak |
| Sends money, works away, but he be home on the weekend |
| Wanna say your best, I’m charging the rest though |
| Sends the guest off, now massaging the breast off |
| While I’m getting info out of her, girlfriend side of her |
| Doing this already, I be in that and out of here |
| Ask her friend, what poet best? |
| Rap my vote |
| Don’t know, girlfriend asking like down to cut throat |
| You seem too hard for the rest of the them, met all into them |
| Get to a friend, sometime today, so we can get all into |
| So then friend said don’t take all day, whore, I mean |
| Drops her number on the floor, make sure the dog seen it |
| Alone asked, can you help me rap, maybe, winking |
| Think me, you go far, oh yeah, that’s it, baby, drink it |
| Don’t effecting on your pop, kid rock just one |
| Though your ho strung, nah, didn’t knock on tongue |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| A good look strike ya ho, you attack mic, it’s on |
| I wanna ask is that really real? |
| Bitch, act like you know |
| Give me a line for your joint, make to every story define me |
| Getting noisy, everybody leave, but you close the door behind me |
| Left your man dressing room, you try to diss me cuz you rule in school |
| I said word, so won’t you kiss me, you fool |
| Shoulder shook, she popped why not, another fan of word, on the lord |
| Well anyway like an autograph and a cut |
| Made my move to triple excitement, stop Rick, you’re flipping |
| As I grind against her pussy and I gently lick her nipple |
| Less than a minute, warmth is missing, look at the high in her dressing |
| Lights off, pull panties to the hide and caressing |
| Mass roll the plan of life, wonder keep her in, passed off |
| Bolt than she sang, more deeper than my pants off |
| Don’t effect and now you pop, kid and rock, just stop |
| No strung, no I didn’t knock on tongue |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |
| Cuz it’s wrong… |