متن آهنگ Ricky Ticky Toc از Eminem

متن آهنگ Ricky Ticky Toc از Eminem

Once you call my name out, things will never be the same They should've never let us get our foot in this game Ever since I was introduced to rap music I been missin' a screw like Bishop and 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 don't explode and have another episode Where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did I'm waitin' for that next beef, I'm cocked, locked and loaded I'm ready to go so bad, I'm goin' bananas My dick's so hard, Anna Nicole could use it to fuckin' pole vault with Oh shit, I mean when she was still bloated Before they cut her stomach open and lypo'd it Anybody I throw flames at, gets a name It's a game, 'cause they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame, what people do for ten minutes of fame Everyday it's 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 somethin' to do with that They all tryna get that stamp, they after that Shady/Aftermath money It's like a monopoly They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully 50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin' lottery And a damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers? When we rhyme with each other, in time we discovered that we have more in common Then we thought with each other Both robbed of our mothers, our fathers ain't want us What was wrong with us, was it our fault? 'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't love us Two odd motherfuckers 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 he's gettin' dropped from Columbia Two years later, me and Doc had to come and uh, operate That's when he popped up at number one And we ain't never gonna stop if you're wonderin' Even if I'm under the gun You ain't gotta agree all the time with me or see eye to eye There'll always be animosity between you and I But see the difference is, if it is, I could give a shit Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as usual Ego's aside, 'fore I bruise 'em all Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call Nike's Earthlings, how do you like these? You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats Stompin', I been rompin' since Tim Dog was hollerin' "Fuck Compton" I was wylin', freestylin', back when they was still makin' Maxell cassettes And wasn't even rap's Elvis yet That tells us that any doubts in your head, that seals the shit Ricky-ticky-toc-ticky-ticky-toc Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc And ya don't stop