Cuz It’s Wrong - Intellectual

Cuz it's wrong...

[Verse 1: Slick Rick]

Sang my songs, stuck in my tongue, girl strung

Sweating among them was a hun

'Got a man, but we not getting along'

Lick the balls, I know some girls that lick it, not around, kick it

Rick it's amazing how you rap, word up, you sound wicked

Do I dig her, silly question, picture drig up, do a tricker

If you only knew how good, Rick, you look into mirror

Buck perfect, to her car, said when I walk, not ever

Tell her 'call me later on, just to talk, or whatever'

Stirring it up, learn the digits, to be safe, burn it up

And here's another Slick Rick one, and her man turned it up

Now on the strap, very soon, she be all hot wanna rap

Some cap'n over there, but Rick, ain't nothing gonna happen

Comes over, stuck my tongue in her mouth, she gave me a hickey

Shocked me, the way she jock, truck me not, me Ricky not

Known to faking, and you probably kidding rock, just something

Thought your ho strung, nah, didn't knock or tongue

Cuz it's wrong...

[Verse 2: Slick Rick]

Another honey, real sneaky, lines thrown on the freak

Says "Money, works away, but he be home on the weekend

Wanna say your best, I'm charging the rest though"

Sends the guest off, now massaging the breast off

While I'm getting info out of her, girlfriend side of her

Doing this already, I be in that and out of here

Ask her friend, what poet best? Rap my vote

Don't know, girlfriend asking like down to cut throat

You seem too hard for the rest of the them, met all into them

Get to a friend, sometime today, so we can get all into

So then friend said don't take all day, whore, I mean

Drops her number on the floor, make sure the dog seen it

Alone asked, "can you help me rap, maybe," winking

Think me, you go far, oh yeah, that's it, baby, drink it

Don't affect you none, popped kid rocked your son

Though your ho strung, nah, didn't knock or tongue

Cuz it's wrong...

[Verse 3: Slick Rick]

A good look strike ya ho, you attack mic, it's on

I wanna ask is that really real? Bitch, act like you know

Give me a line for your joint, make to every story define me

Getting noisy, everybody leave, but you close the door behind me

Left your man dressing room, you try to diss me cuz you rule in school

I said word, so won't you kiss me, you fool

Shoulder shook, she popped why not, another fan of word, on the lord

Well anyway like an autograph and a cut

Made my move to triple excitement, stop Rick, you're flipping

As I grind against her pussy and I gently lick her nipple

Less than a minute, warmth is missing, look at the high in her dressing

Lights off, pull panties to the hide and caressing

Mass roll the plan of life, wonder keep her in, passed off

Bolder now she saying, more deeper in my asshole

Don't affect you none, popped kid rocked your son

Though ho strung, nah, didn't knock or tongue

Cuz it's wrong...