Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ship, 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
Ship |
Well as you know, thousand tear off their blouse |
Be aroused, have a spouse, try 'member who house |
And big hitter in leavin' a fitter in literin' |
Get rid of considerin', rocks glitterin' |
Walkin' over like a hawk and stalkin', king souls |
Every one walkin', one of a batch, want a hatch for a poppin' |
When a catch for a play in batch four another match for |
As can vision upon pull, now it’s all full to a rich or for the poor |
Without no more delays, sissy world flips, |
Because of our way, niggas yell, hiphiphoorayin' |
Is it? |
So as the next kiss it, and a sex miss it |
Remain the exquisite, as I shower the hits |
Best split or let me see you overpower me twit, 'cause I ship |
Blocks and blocks stare in the jocks |
Hip hop the fox, knock niggas out box |
Wit the fly green socks and the limelight flappin |
It’s nothin dap in this, so champion of rappin is |
Brother girl fiend brought a jugga |
Though I overlook her, being dream but a hooker |
Yo who got things sowed, one guessed it |
Blessed with, he can’t mess wit |
Bulletproof vest sweat like doors like Coron' |
Hello psycho home, pass that microphone |
Hearin', whole world cheerin' |
Nun scaring, eight million dollar ring wearing |
So let it be as the world said it |
Cold sweat it, Ricky you the nigga don’t forget it |
As I shower the hits, he best split |
Or let me see you overpower me twit, 'cause I ship |
Yo, why in the world is rap white wind |
Then sent for a mental, who dance or I enter |
Present to the fans, who want a picnic bent |
To get sent to spray praises on new found intellect |
Though I’m wettable, who fedeble, unedible |
Mic said mad incredible |
Never heard of us, when your words are dust |
Send you move like murderers, not murderers proud to say |
Girls go 'wow' and 'ow' to now show ya how to bow to |
Scoop-a, in the train goopa, don’t bloop a |
What, Rick you playin supa dupa |
How Slick ya? |
You best get the picture |
The one eyed kid, remain victor |
As I shower the hits, he best split |
Or let me see you overpower me twit, 'cause I ship |