Album Cover Tricks Up My Sleeve

Tricks Up My Sleeve

Common Sense

5

[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... run