Lyrics Tricks Up My Sleeve - Common
[Featuring
rayshel]
[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
ass!
(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
Vaginal
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
shit
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
peacock
on
nbc,
nuttin
but
cock
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,
bitch
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
bitch
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
bitch
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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