| Song | Tricks Up My Sleeve |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | Can I Borrow A Dollar? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Common Sense | |
| Artist:Common/Rayshel | |
| [common] | |
| I'm a jake, i don't bake a cake | |
| I'm not a cake daddy, you know the type be pullin up in a caddy | |
| With a drop top, see when i hoe hop, i kick it to the bus stop (what?) | |
| And it's goodie goodie gumdrops | |
| I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch | |
| I'm skippin over every other dip as if it's | |
| Hop hop hop hop hop hop hop, hop, hopscotch, watch | |
| Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl | |
| She got a big ass! (yo man, sic her.) | |
| Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin? | |
| I'm doin fine. | |
| Oh word? what's your name? | |
| Rayshel. | |
| Why don't you come over to the house so i can put you in the | |
| Buck bang! | |
| Aight check it, you see i only bag ya for a second | |
| You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked | |
| In my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom | |
| Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's max headroom | |
| Redroom (redrum?) no i ain't a murderer | |
| I'm jake the rake, yo sorry if i'm hurtin the | |
| Vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix | |
| I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some jergens | |
| I find it beneficial; not to force the issue | |
| I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue | |
| Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential | |
| If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to prudential | |
| Cause i rock a buyer babe on the treetop | |
| And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle will rock | |
| I'm like the peacock on nbc, nuttin but cock | |
| I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a reebok | |
| Hey, i don't sell junk, but i'm a junkyard dog | |
| And when i duke it's a hazzard, so call me boss hog | |
| Or roscoe pecol, ohhhhh! pain | |
| That's the sound of the caravan... running the train | |
| Yeahhhh yeahh, bitch | |
| That's the sound of the caravan, running the train | |
| Owwowhwahaheha! check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye! | |
| Yeahh! hahhh! yeahh! | |
| Twilite tone got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Yo drk got tricks up my sleeve | |
| De la soul got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Juju got tricks up my sleeve | |
| The nubian nut got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Com sense got tricks up my sleeve | |
| ('wait... i got another trick up my sleeve') | |
| [rayshel] | |
| I'm not a jake or a rake or a hoe, but i got the mo' better | |
| For head of the class | |
| And if you ask me i'm not tryin ta be drastic | |
| I'm not a bitch like robin givens i'm concerned about your | |
| Plastic, ask it, i'll tell you what you wanna know | |
| And if i tell you no, don't be all up on it dope | |
| Frontin so your friends won't know that you got the 86 | |
| So you call me a bitch | |
| You get your kicks, but kix and trix are for kids | |
| I don't turn no tricks, i don't suck no dix-ie cups | |
| I hops in the hubba hubba bubba i'm like | |
| Al b. stud, cause if i'm not your lover or your friend | |
| Don't try to spend, waste your time | |
| Tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin mine | |
| So find a new type puss, cause if i don't like you | |
| You ain't gettin service g, this ain't the drivethru | |
| Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy | |
| Then you pester me? yo i'ma tell ya like the nubians | |
| Move on black brotha move on | |
| You gotta move on black brotha move on |
| zuo ci : Common Sense | |
| Artist: Common Rayshel | |
| common | |
| I' m a jake, i don' t bake a cake | |
| I' m not a cake daddy, you know the type be pullin up in a caddy | |
| With a drop top, see when i hoe hop, i kick it to the bus stop what? | |
| And it' s goodie goodie gumdrops | |
| I don' t be droppin squat but to the heads they think it' s topnotch | |
| I' m skippin over every other dip as if it' s | |
| Hop hop hop hop hop hop hop, hop, hopscotch, watch | |
| Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl | |
| She got a big ass! yo man, sic her. | |
| Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin? | |
| I' m doin fine. | |
| Oh word? what' s your name? | |
| Rayshel. | |
| Why don' t you come over to the house so i can put you in the | |
| Buck bang! | |
| Aight check it, you see i only bag ya for a second | |
| You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked | |
| In my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom | |
| Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she' s max headroom | |
| Redroom redrum? no i ain' t a murderer | |
| I' m jake the rake, yo sorry if i' m hurtin the | |
| Vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix | |
| I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some jergens | |
| I find it beneficial not to force the issue | |
| I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it' s like tissue | |
| Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential | |
| If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to prudential | |
| Cause i rock a buyer babe on the treetop | |
| And when the wind blows, my dick' ll get hard, the cradle will rock | |
| I' m like the peacock on nbc, nuttin but cock | |
| I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a reebok | |
| Hey, i don' t sell junk, but i' m a junkyard dog | |
| And when i duke it' s a hazzard, so call me boss hog | |
| Or roscoe pecol, ohhhhh! pain | |
| That' s the sound of the caravan... running the train | |
| Yeahhhh yeahh, bitch | |
| That' s the sound of the caravan, running the train | |
| Owwowhwahaheha! check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye! | |
| Yeahh! hahhh! yeahh! | |
| Twilite tone got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Yo drk got tricks up my sleeve | |
| De la soul got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Juju got tricks up my sleeve | |
| The nubian nut got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Com sense got tricks up my sleeve | |
| ' wait... i got another trick up my sleeve' | |
| rayshel | |
| I' m not a jake or a rake or a hoe, but i got the mo' better | |
| For head of the class | |
| And if you ask me i' m not tryin ta be drastic | |
| I' m not a bitch like robin givens i' m concerned about your | |
| Plastic, ask it, i' ll tell you what you wanna know | |
| And if i tell you no, don' t be all up on it dope | |
| Frontin so your friends won' t know that you got the 86 | |
| So you call me a bitch | |
| You get your kicks, but kix and trix are for kids | |
| I don' t turn no tricks, i don' t suck no dixie cups | |
| I hops in the hubba hubba bubba i' m like | |
| Al b. stud, cause if i' m not your lover or your friend | |
| Don' t try to spend, waste your time | |
| Tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain' t tastin mine | |
| So find a new type puss, cause if i don' t like you | |
| You ain' t gettin service g, this ain' t the drivethru | |
| Drive by, way far, and everything' ll be groovy | |
| Then you pester me? yo i' ma tell ya like the nubians | |
| Move on black brotha move on | |
| You gotta move on black brotha move on |
| zuò cí : Common Sense | |
| Artist: Common Rayshel | |
| common | |
| I' m a jake, i don' t bake a cake | |
| I' m not a cake daddy, you know the type be pullin up in a caddy | |
| With a drop top, see when i hoe hop, i kick it to the bus stop what? | |
| And it' s goodie goodie gumdrops | |
| I don' t be droppin squat but to the heads they think it' s topnotch | |
| I' m skippin over every other dip as if it' s | |
| Hop hop hop hop hop hop hop, hop, hopscotch, watch | |
| Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl | |
| She got a big ass! yo man, sic her. | |
| Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin? | |
| I' m doin fine. | |
| Oh word? what' s your name? | |
| Rayshel. | |
| Why don' t you come over to the house so i can put you in the | |
| Buck bang! | |
| Aight check it, you see i only bag ya for a second | |
| You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked | |
| In my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom | |
| Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she' s max headroom | |
| Redroom redrum? no i ain' t a murderer | |
| I' m jake the rake, yo sorry if i' m hurtin the | |
| Vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix | |
| I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some jergens | |
| I find it beneficial not to force the issue | |
| I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it' s like tissue | |
| Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential | |
| If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to prudential | |
| Cause i rock a buyer babe on the treetop | |
| And when the wind blows, my dick' ll get hard, the cradle will rock | |
| I' m like the peacock on nbc, nuttin but cock | |
| I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a reebok | |
| Hey, i don' t sell junk, but i' m a junkyard dog | |
| And when i duke it' s a hazzard, so call me boss hog | |
| Or roscoe pecol, ohhhhh! pain | |
| That' s the sound of the caravan... running the train | |
| Yeahhhh yeahh, bitch | |
| That' s the sound of the caravan, running the train | |
| Owwowhwahaheha! check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye! | |
| Yeahh! hahhh! yeahh! | |
| Twilite tone got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Yo drk got tricks up my sleeve | |
| De la soul got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Juju got tricks up my sleeve | |
| The nubian nut got tricks up my sleeve | |
| Com sense got tricks up my sleeve | |
| ' wait... i got another trick up my sleeve' | |
| rayshel | |
| I' m not a jake or a rake or a hoe, but i got the mo' better | |
| For head of the class | |
| And if you ask me i' m not tryin ta be drastic | |
| I' m not a bitch like robin givens i' m concerned about your | |
| Plastic, ask it, i' ll tell you what you wanna know | |
| And if i tell you no, don' t be all up on it dope | |
| Frontin so your friends won' t know that you got the 86 | |
| So you call me a bitch | |
| You get your kicks, but kix and trix are for kids | |
| I don' t turn no tricks, i don' t suck no dixie cups | |
| I hops in the hubba hubba bubba i' m like | |
| Al b. stud, cause if i' m not your lover or your friend | |
| Don' t try to spend, waste your time | |
| Tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain' t tastin mine | |
| So find a new type puss, cause if i don' t like you | |
| You ain' t gettin service g, this ain' t the drivethru | |
| Drive by, way far, and everything' ll be groovy | |
| Then you pester me? yo i' ma tell ya like the nubians | |
| Move on black brotha move on | |
| You gotta move on black brotha move on |