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COMMON lyrics : "Tricks Up My Sleeve"

[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 $$#! (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

##&*%$l 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 %#@! 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 pea@@#! on NBC, Nuttin But @@#!

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, (*##$

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 (*##$ 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 (*##$
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

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