- Eminem Ricky Ticky Toc 歌詞
- Eminem
- Once you call my name out, things will never be the same
They shouldve never let us get our foot in this game
Ever since I was introduced to rap music
I been missing a screw like Bishop in Juice , I could lose it
At any moment, those who know me know it
So they probably told to go with the flow just so that
I dont explode, and have another episode
Where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did
Im waiting for that next beef, Im cocked, locked and loaded
Im ready to go so bad
Im going bananas, my d*cks so hard Anna
Nicole could use it to f*cking pole vault with
Oh sh*t! I mean when she was still bloated
Before they cut her stomach open and lypod it (Heheheh!)
Anybody I throw flames at gets a name
Its a game, cause they know that they dont spit the same
Its a shame what people do for 10 minutes of fame
Every day its the same thing, people in this game
Try to buddy-buddy us
Just to get close enough to study us, everybody just wants
To have something to do with that
They all trying to get that stamp, they after that Shady/Aftermath money
Its like a monopoly
They probably just now finally understand 'How to Rob' fully
50 Cent was like a f*cking jackpot for me
And Dre, its like we hit the f*cking lottery
And the damn slot machine at the same time as each other
Why the f*ck you think we ride like we brothers?
When we rhyme with each other, in time we discovered
That we had more in common thanwe thought with each other
Both robbed of our mothers, our fathers aint want us
What was wrong with us, was it our fault?
Cause we started thinking God doesnt love us
Two odd motherf *ckers who just happened to meet at the right time
What a coincidence, cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica
Queens, I still remember the call up at Chung King cause
Big L had just got popped just a month before
If 50 lives hes getting dropped from Columbia
Two years later, me and Doc had to come, and, uhh-
Operate, thats when he popped up at number one
And we aint never gonna stop if you wondering, even if Im under the gun
You aint got to agree all the time with me or see eye-to-eye
Therell always be animosity between you and I
But see the difference is, if it is, I could give a sh*t
Im still gonna conduct motherf*cking business as usual
Egos aside fore I bruise em all
Swallow your pride fore I step on it with shoes you call
Nikes, Earthlings, how do you like these?
You gotta love em, look at the bottom of em, theyre like cleats
Stomping, I been romping
Since Tim Dog was hollering 'F*ck Compton'
I was whiling, freestyling
Back when they were still making Maxell cassettes
I wasnt even raps Elvis yet, that tells us that
Any doubts in your head, that seals the sh*t
Ricky ticky toc, ticky ticky toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc
And ya dont stop
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