Common, Slick Rick - Don’t Come My Waу lyrics

Yeah yeah
You know, Slick, why do he wanna come crib
Acting like he know how the brothers live?
We have to let 'em know
We have to let 'em know heeeeere we go

Behold a pair of white horses
On the Death Wish course been watching MTV
Reading articles in The Source
Lost on the other side of the river
Where death approaches the livest nigga
I wonder why this wigga
Would even come around my tilt
With grandmothers cry, uncles get high
And cats get pealed
My guys will deal with him, he got no rhythm
So let the steel hit him
We speaking jail diction
Ho work and day oppression
Turn up the bass and let the system thump
So my neighbors won't hear the sparks
As the lead gets pumped
Its a pre-agreement in the cement jungle
Kill each other over money and
White boys for fun

Don't come my way hawks feel the day
Things don't change, oh no
Don't you come my way come my way
See the day, oh no

Little family so a junky living act as
Started smoking crack to fill the
Void within my black ass
1999, rolling as some broke cat
These white kids asking questions
About where to buy some coke at
Kinda shock a dude, Ruler turn a sucker to
Show 'em where these cats at
Maybe earn a rock or two
Retarded, not knowing the kid hardest trife
Kill 'em, asswipes
I'll have a new start in my life
Till the drug lord knock upon their
Disprespected, "Washed up rapper
What the fuck you want?"
The often asked, I could see others laugh
I got my man he wanna a buy
A half a ki off your ass
Scolding 'em, sleeping and sold on 'em
Gimme the cash
Let me flash it through this peephole on 'em
He got hyped quick, pursued in the tight crib
Emptied on their asses
Including the white kids

Don't come my way hawks feel the day
Things don't change, oh no
Don't you come my way come my way
See the day, oh no

Yo, How'd dude go cop a brick
When he ain't got the loot ricky D
Get the heat and 'Treat
'Em Like a Prostitute"
This wigga gots no heart from his Iowa start

And a Section 8 cat, he don't want any part
I put two in there, ruin their
Pursuing their souvenir
Nigga, what the fuck is that
White behind DOING here?
Won't you say you wanted to slug 'em
"If your not here for the
Cable or the ya BUGGIN"

Lights flooded the scene
There was blood and si reens
The cops shot the brother
I still hear him scream
Black mans reality, white mans bad dream
Familiar scene from the Ickeys
To the Cabrini-Green
Its pissy hallways, broke elevators always
Ain't no place for our children to play
I try to go out in the
Summer and be feeling the day
These broke and stupid niggas
Yo they still in the way

One of the mightiest slang
And plus the night is young
I got long term money draining ideas from
Since they far
I'll find your brown sweetheart
Just being white your like golden
Goose around these parts
Hey retard, better hurry in
My name is Father Marion
I'll hold that American Express
Card your carrying
Put your nose up, don't, shut up
Provoking and woke up
First where do you live
How much money your folks got?

Don't come my way hawks feel the day
Things don't change, oh no
Don't you come my way come my way
See the day, oh no don't come my way
Hawks feel the day
Things don't change, oh no
Don't you come my way come my way
See the day, oh no

We let the rhythm go
Common Sense will 'em hit where I hit 'em
Common Sense will spin 'em check it out
I guess I did 'em where
They should to be done
Ain't nothing new about the wonder rap son
Closed styles like captions yo it's
Time for some action
Man, I get bread, niggas get me sled
When I come up off their head, it was said
For that, yo, it's like this
Common Sense'll strike this, mic this
Just like some punchlines
How niggas follow me like one time
Everybody love me like the sunshine
Combine, ain't that you never knew of
Niggas say one but I've got two loves
Check it out, now how I do love