Erick Onasis Why Not Lyrics

Why Not Lyrics

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Uh, and you dont stop yeah yeah



Uh Huh yeah yeah ha ha







[Slick Rick]



You know what I'm sayin so I said



(rick D)







Uh huh, yeah



Big Brown uh huh, yeah







You ready?







[Erick Sermon]



Yo, in the Y2K, my chips be micro, unlimited



Me and Rick D reap the benefit



Cars, girls, jewels, innocent 



Next year it'll be old, we get rid of it



Yeah like that, yeah we knock 'em out the box yo



Money's deep like the gold at fort Knox yo



Rhyme killer, kill an iller rhyme with no effort



At you trick a hole your crew (blao!)



You're mad now huh? You can't stand me



Now watch when I'm recieving a grammy



A Soul Train when I'm getting a Sammy



Davis Junior award, fans applaud



For me, Erick Onasis, top dog



The money folder, I'm like Don King's promoter



Ya'll can't see me I'm ariborne type tuskeegee



Wicked like the board of Ouija 



When I step in the door things change



Everything stops like ya freeze frame



It's mad hot now, Gettin ready to boil



(Rick the Ruler!) Me, the MC Grand Royal







Chorus:



[Erick Sermon]



ER, Ravishing



I, impress



C, courageous or careless



K, for the Kani's that I got



That I rock everyday, and why, why not?



[Slick Rick]



R is ravishing



I, impress



C, courageous or careless



K, for the Kangol's which I've got



What I wear everyday, and why, why not?







[Slick Rick]



Emotion and hope in the scope 



When the paw print on the button on my brand new garage door opener



"Ungh", as the double R rips through the gutter



Even 7 Day Advents scream "that shit's butter!"



You best remember who's the skipper



Remember who made girl's joint drop so hard it popped the zipper 



Illusion on no boozin confusion



Even ghosts like "Ruler I'm scared of you son"



As I lean and dip, dream might seem a bit odd



Lights just turned red turn green for Rick (ya know)



On the deacon, with my stuff in there blastin



Till the signs on the highway start to wop when I pass them (ohhh)



Mad bougeoui folk bent, perhaps offend



Chrome almost made another Rolls have an accident



The Ruler wildin, La Di Da Di Don is stylin



On his way to see green eyed buddy on the Island







(Chorus)