Tricks Up My Sleeve

Common Sense

[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