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up rick and morty
With your shawty in the party
And i do not pop molly
In your face with my 40
Got a glock by my dick
Got a blade on my side
Talk down

I'm out in Cali wit' my bitch counting that cash nigga (counting that cash)
Tore Magic City up by myself, changed the forecast nigga (forecast)
You

like Sinclair (yeah yeah)
I might pin a bitch down like Rick Flair
(woo) and don't worry about a ting
'cause the tings there
Yeah the tings there
And I'm

La-Di-Da-Di

Doug E. Fresh

Street Jams: Hip-Hop from the Top, Vol. 4

1994

quick
She put a finger in the face of MC Rick, she said
(Why don't you give me a play?)
So we can go cruising in my OJ and, what?
(If you give me that

on that new shit who's this? "LEE RICKS"
Get on that new shit who's this? "LEE RICKS"
Get on that new shit who's this?
LR u bet it is wild as a 26 smoove

that's remix, wow
No Balmain's, these is Rick's now (Now nigga these is Rick's now)
You smoke Reggie, I smoke girl scouts
You smoke zone, I smoke big load

to ride, I slide
Shawty moving quick
Told that bitch to catch a vibe
Bad bitches, top floor
We gon' get it by any means
Why she tryna stop me?
Baby, I'm just

I keep a crucifix
Walk up in the building they know who this is
Witch hunt, vampire slayer in these new ricks
Count these racks, this ain't new shit,

New God Flow.1

Ghostface Killah

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that body (Yeah nigga!)
Come and have a good time with G.O.D (yeah)

Shake that body, party that bod

Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down

stomp on that forty eight eight, hit the gas
Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I

Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!

West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch

Wrath of Kane [Live]

Big Daddy Kane

It's a Big Daddy Thing

1989

the family, Slick Rick's a friend of me
and Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public Enemy
Blase blah, you know who you are
The red black and green, the sun moon

don't sweat off molly, sweat from mauling bodies
We like Rick and Morty, win like Ricky Bobby
Fuck what's on my body, imma be somebody
Run the ring like

cobain
But I'm counting on by the whole team
Smoking on rare I don't know the strain
Bitch I don't real care about nothing
Get so high that's why my eyes

I'm really sick of y'all, and we thick as thieves
We never been the type to just run from a gun fight
To get Green Regime divide the Bookkeeper by Done

I was just booted up with Holly I been gone with my twin
I just called up my lil bitch
Then I put that bitch in Rick
Hit that Nigga with that Blick

her back
I drip in that Rick, bitch, I came in all black
You can't play with this shit
Yeah, I'm takin' your bitch
I'm not bringing her back

Let's go

was a jit
Yeah Yeah
Now Its designer my kicks
Yeah Yeah
Now Its designer my ricks
All I dream about is getting my money my dividends
I been
Nah hold

why these niggas wanna try 
Car go zoom , could’ve did a drive by 
Can’t get a piece , this not a pie 
Roll thru the city wit a blicky
Middle finger up

varsity 
On any team, it't not a part of me 
And I can't pass tests, it's hard for me
Wanna know why I'm always bummed out?
By the time you hear this, I've

years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like

Bitch I'm from Dade County

DJ Khaled

We the Best [Bonus Track]

2007

to Florida City, Opa-Locka 
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice

CALIENTE
Music & Lyrics by Chris Urquiaga, JohnnyTechAudio, Naldo Benny, Rick Joe, and Ramoon

VERSO 1 (JChris)
Ta’ caliente
Bien fogosa ta’ la cosa