Y Not Songtext

(rick D)


Uh huh, yeah

Big Brown uh huh, yeah


You ready?


[Erick Sermon]

Yo, in the Y2K, my chips be micro, unlimited

Me and Rick D reap the benefit

Cars, girls, jewels, innocent
Next year it'll be old, we get rid of it

Yeah like that, yeah we knock 'em out the box yo

Money's deep like the gold at fort Knox yo

Rhyme killer, kill an iller rhyme with no effort

At you trick a hole your crew (blao!)

You're mad now huh? You can't stand me

Now watch when I'm recieving a grammy

A Soul Train when I'm getting a Sammy

Davis Junior award, fans applaud

For me, Erick Onasis, top dog

The money folder, I'm like Don King's promoter

Ya'll can't see me I'm ariborne type tuskeegee

Wicked like the board of Ouija

When I step in the door things change

Everything stops like ya freeze frame

It's mad hot now, Gettin ready to boil

(Rick the Ruler!) Me, the MC Grand Royal


Chorus:

[Erick Sermon]

We are, ravishing

I, impress

C, courageous or careless

K, for the Kani's that I got

That I rock everyday, and why, why not?

[Slick Rick]

R, ravishing

I, impress

C, courageous or careless

K, for the Kangol's which I've got

That I wear everyday, and why, why not?


[Slick Rick]

Emotion and hope in the scope

When the paw print on the button on my brand new garage door opener

"Ungh", as the double R rips through the gutter

Even 7 Day Advents scream "that shit's butter!"

You best remember who's the skipper

Remember who made girl's joint drop so hard it popped the zipper

Illusion on no boozin confusion

Even ghosts like "Ruler I'm scared of you son"

As I lean and dip, dream might seem a bit odd

Light's just turned red turn green for Rick (ya know)

On a deagon(?) with the stuff in there blastin

Till the signs on the highway start to wop when I pass them (ohhh)

Mad boigee funk bed(?) perhaps I fend chrome

Almost made another rose have an accident

(The Ruler wildin) Ladidadi -?- stylin

On his way to see green eyed buddy on the island


(Chorus)