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Sometimes I Rhyme Slow
Nice N' Smooth
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Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow and sometimes I rhyme quick
I'm sweeter and thicker than a Chick-O-Stick
Here's an ice cream cone, honey take a lick
Or go to Bay Plaza and catch a flick
Wore my Timberland boots so I can stomp ticks
Scandalous, get a wiff of this miss
Just left the yard boy, now I'm blessed
I feel l good, per say, good state of mind
Drive a red Sterling and the seats recline
I love it when a lady treats me kind
Go to Tavern on the Green and have a glass of wine
He say, she say, I heard it through the grapevine
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Teasin', skeezin', also pleasin'
Don't ask why, I got my own reasons
Smooth B, Greg Nice, Slick Nick clique
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow and sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow and sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 125 and St. Nick
Waitin' on a cab, standin' in the rain
Under my heart, three clouds of pain
She got the best of me, what was her destiny?
Maybe I should lick her wit' my nine millime... ter
My mind is in a blur
'Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur
Me and this girl Jane Doe was livin' together
We were inseparable, no one could sever
At least that's what I thought, but later I fought
With a substance, and almost ended up in Supreme Court
When I was on the road doin' shows gettin' ends
She was in my Benz gettin' sniffy wit' her friends
And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip
My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're startin' to slip
Time went on I started noticin' weight loss
Then I had to ask her was she ridin' the white horse
At first she said no, then she said yo
Smooth I'm sorry, but I keep havin' visions of snow
I need blow, and I said woah, little hottie
I'm not DeLorean, Gambino, or Gotti
I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're makin' me broke
I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks
And what do you know
In 18 months she came home and I let her back in
And now she's sniffin' again
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow and sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
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