Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Captive, artist - Slick Rick. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
I'm Captive |
| What’s good? |
| Chit-chatter, back to work last week |
| Had to spit, muthafucka, I ain’t doing jack shit |
| Go ahead, squeeze the trigger, cuz I don’t see how you figure |
| Two lashes, ok, it can be a good nigga |
| I’m the last man cooking, I was in heat suppose |
| Crawl back to the house, the wife cooking pig toes |
| Life’s rough, that’s the tore up, peace, but that ain’t enough |
| Had to see master plow her, and my honey pie stuffed |
| Then trifle like bring her body, had Rick’s wife |
| And she’s nice and the kids be like 'daddy, that’s life' |
| Take it like a man, money, try, keep rocking |
| Then one day, clock the balls, honey drive by and said |
| I’ll do anything for you, kept drinking up |
| Hero of my wife, tell ya man stop sticking her |
| Master’s coming, I’m not saying you’re not attractive |
| Whip snap, if a nigga run high active, I’m captive… |
| One day he was dogging her back, got me mad too |
| Dish it like you like this, she said, Rick I tried to |
| Aiding to the problem, master wife, what you wanna do? |
| Connie was naked and parading in front of me |
| She said, that’s the slut, Rick, and I’m over her |
| I said chill out sweetheart, because I like life alot |
| She said, I have sources who will burn you on the cross |
| You get across, see, don’t make me have to force you |
| Man, I had a decision, so I winked and to the granny |
| And she said, well you can start by eating my fatty |
| Change of plans, she said, no Rick, stay here |
| Quality’s a whole, is never seen in a man |
| Can some change for me, said I attract because I’m handsome |
| Forgive me Rick, and step back to the mansion |
| That night be home, I’m finding blood all on my feet |
| Said shorty got shot for eating an extra piece of meat |
| I’m not even gonna start, no dad, I didn’t budge |
| Next day master acting feminine like a fuck |
| Thinking I’m mean benching, no, hands is on the hips |
| Kept winking at Clinton, tried to kiss me on the lips |
| And here came master wife, saying I’m attractive |
| The whip snapped, if a nigga weren’t high active, I’m captive… |
| Master departs, can have some? |
| You never bought some |
| Quoting from the bible, telling me to have a heart |
| So I shove aside the price, cuz I asked her, I’m above it |
| Until we asleep, she’s like master, I love it |
| The slut, he suppose to be gay, I figure not |
| But, here came master trynna squeeze a nigga butt |
| Look you getting too bold, well ain’t you the meanest? |
| Bang bang, my liver son, he shot him in the penis |
| I said, chill, son, he chilled at his little Teddy |
| He said, don’t go home, I done killed mom already |
| You know the half, now my life is full of laughter |
| Fell in love with granny, lived happily ever after |
| Due to the fact, the hooker found me attractive |
| The whip snapped, til the hooker weren’t high active, she’s captive… |