run this) Run, run, run, r-r-run Hurry up, run (I run this) Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run Run, r-r-run, run, r-r-run (Are, you
Übersetzung: Slick Rick. I Run This.
Rick] I RUN THIS "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" "run, r-run" Are, you, ready?? "run" [Rick] RUN THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
, you still window shoppin I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga I
the foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn
nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to
car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit flows girls
around and I aimed straight for the brain My {shit} went bang but it only fired a blank, he said (You need bullets, hurry up run!) {*imitating Slick Rick*} I
Prisoners get out, look up, run at you and then kiss the ground You my favourite, I wish we had three more of you I adore you, plus I even go to the store
ass like this - really doe "You got to believe, somethin.." West Side Lench Mob "I got to believe in me.." Cause I'm a motherfuckin G Cause I'm a mother
Jamal getz buzy on this track, I getz buzy I getz buzy on this track, Jamal getz buzy I getz buzy on this track, I getz buzy Jamal getz buzy on this track
Is King meanwhile LL was rockin the bells Chuck D and Ice T told the cops go to hell G Rap was Kool RUN was the sire Sucker MC's I never admire [Chorus] 10th grade I
and shrines Weak technique get absorbed like wine Then I piss 'em back under the trees and vines This rapper that rapper I proved I'm better Next one, I
all of this, I'm still here. Take notes and let hope floats. I'm still here. Take note and let hope float. I knowwwwwwwwww... I'm still here. Take notes
I rock shows everyday wit ms. cita's son Then im uptown baby like im peeta gunz I lost tyreek 2 the lord i speak I got game i'll have a vegie tryna
t an issue; I got sum up in this couch Let me run this nigga out, 'fore my waves stay spinning I fuck rich chicks; I'm such the Slick Rick Be scared what might happen if I
I be, perpetratin omnipotent reign I rain acid, grate your crew to steak meat The stakes increase on break beats, your fleet fleets run when I'm rippin
, I expand My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold
