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アーティスト:Slick Rick  アルバム:The Art Of Storytelling 

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Yeah, know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Slick, Whoa! Yeah, whee! (Slick Rick) Fine grown Pine-Sol Heavenly rhyme throne Remember when you were young in the 70 time zone Stages, ages about seven I say kid The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest rate like James Brown 'n them ??, A groovy era acting Member seeing Shaft in the movie theater back then? I feel Richard Roundtree got 'em a fly deal Black man wearin' bell bottom and high heels Laughed a lot, some action mass production Remember when cars were darn near half a block long? Parents were so into that crap Bunch a sweet memories to us older rap cats Muhammad Ali knucklin in tournament Pimp daddy hats with buckles and ornaments How we forget snappy Five people sleepin' in one matress and yet happy Could even make sex seem sour As I impress the world with my extreme power, cause Chorus: repeat 2X Rick make memories sealed in almanacs Not to mention the immence appeal the mack hat When you wake up in the morning (redeem from any crap) Because I bring that love and feeling back to rap (Slick Rick) For situated as poor beneficialator Kool-Aid couldn't last a hot minute in the 'frigerator School notes, slidin and stealin, hidin 'em Bazooka, bubble gum cartoons still inside of 'em No way same essence of ? Pimps flyest dressin' muthafuckas, weren't they? But hood lies, you afraid of a


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