Sometimes I Rhyme Slow

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

(Quick, quick, quick, quick)

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

(Quick, quick, quick, quick)

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

I'm sweeter and thicker

Than a Chico stick

Here's an ice cream cone

Honey, take a lick

I go to Bay Plaza

And catch a flick

Wore my timberland boots

So I can stomp ticks

Scandalous, get a whiff of this mist

Just left the yard, boy, now I'm blitzed

I feel good, per say good state of mind

Drive a red Sterling

And the seats recline

I love it when a lady treats me kind

Go to Tavern on the Green

Have a glass of wine

He say, she say, I heard it through the grapevine

No static

Got an automatic

Too much of anything

Makes you an addict

Teasin', steezin', also pleasin'

Don't ask why, I got my own reason

Smooth, big bread, nice lick, nick click

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

(Quick, quick, quick, quick)

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

(Quick, quick, quick, quick)

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

(Quick, quick, quick, quick)

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

I was on 125 and Saint Nick

Waitin' on a cab

Standin' in the rain

Under my heart

Three clouds of pain

She got the best of me

What was her destiny?

Maybe I should lick her

With my nine millimeter

My mind is in a blur

'Cause you could never pay me

To think this would occur

Me and this girl, Jane Doe

Was livin' together

We were inseparable

No one could sever

At least that's what I thought

But later, I fought with her substance

And almost ended up in Supreme Court

When I was on the road

Doin' shows, gettin' biz

She was in my penz

Gettin' stiffy with her friends

And even when she crashed my whip

I didn't flip

My man, Slick Nick

Said, "Smooth, you're startin' to slip"

Time went on

I started noticin' weight loss

Then I had to ask her

Was she ridin' the white horse?

At first she said, "No"

Then she said, "Yo, Smooth, I'm sorry

But I keep havin' visions of snow, I need blow"

And I said, "Whoa, little hottie

I'm not Delorian, Gambino, or Gotti

I don't deal coke

And furthermore you're makin' me broke

I'll put you in a rehab

And I won't tell your folks"

And what do you know?

In eighteen months

She came home

And I let her back in

And now she's sniffin' again

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow

Sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow