Tom Slick. Tom Slick. Let me tell you why, He's the best of all the guys. Tom Slick Tom Slick In the thunder boat grease slapper once he's on
Burn out these eyes Rip up this place and scream I am your slice of life I am your slice of life I am your slice of life I am your slice of life Shivering
bill and drill a dick in any Tom and Harry with a 24 inch shoe but come and explore this dude analyze my swing it's Slick Rick E. Bobby baby gotta let
upside down then po' it out for my lil' bro Then pass me another one so I can po' out a lil' mo' Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors I'm slick
bitch who dis this click Bliss is hangin' that bitch by the clitoris You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this Slick niggara but you can
any nigga who bomb a bitch My accomplices, they remain anonymous And they gon stay there, I swear, I'm what honest is Honestly you thought I quit like Tom
'm cool Fool, you don't know what you're missin' Listen that's the reason why you get sick so quick And spend a straight grip with doctor Tom Slick So
Prince Rakeem talking) Yo here we go yo The Prince Rakeem, this here is called my deadly venom You know what I'm sayin? Some old freestyle type of slick
the razzmatazz." I saw carpet sweepers, microwave ovens, I saw busted down television screens. Empty t.v. Evangelist cats with their hair all slicked
Got me coming to this damn precinct Dammit, I'm a kick your motherfucking ass Shit, you ain't going to drive me crazy Now, happens Tori met Tom, not
're everyone's favorite guy Everyone's awed and inspired by you And it's not very hard to see why No one's slick as Gaston No one's quick as Gaston No
re ev'ryone's favorite guy Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you And it's not very hard to see why No one's slick as Gaston No one's quick as Gaston No
Party at the morgue Party at the morgue Party over there! [Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame
the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga
Ann was sweet sixteen never had been around A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in
me November's cold chain Made of wet boots and rain And shiny black ravens On chimney smoke lanes November seems odd You're my firing squad November With my hair slicked
, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up See, blaze me above the game with no limit Niggas nowadays can slick
'm the C Down with E, A-n-t and S-l-i-p DJ Rockin Tom got the back, so yo Master Rick kinda slick, down with Jolly Joe I take care of business, first
