Ricky Flair - Kool Keith, Big Sche Eastwood

Rick stunt, Rick stunt, Rick stunt, Rick stunt

Rick stunt, Rick stunt, Rick stunt, Rick stunt

Ricky Flair, Ric Flair

Rick stunt, Rick stunt

Ricky Flair, Ric Flair

Rick stunt, Rick Stunt

Ricky Flair, Ric Flair

Rick stunt, Rick stunt

Ricky Flair, Ric Flair

Rick stunt, Rick stunt, Rick stunt, Rick stunt

They call me liquified

I’m liquid side, I’m outside, I’m sick with side

Her ass up, she thickuified

I got the Rolls Royce shined up, it’s bicuified

Banana peel, don’t slip and slide

Karate speakers, watch me kick inside

Make up my mind, girlie, she said she want this dick inside

Cherry apple, they out picking pies

Like a buzzard picking eyes

I got rules, everything is strickenize

Y’all come inside, god damnit, I’m cooking with the kitchen knives

I got that butter on that turkey

Shooting it in the oven like James Worthy

I made the food, now you want to curse me

I’m going back to New Jersey

What time do the Amtrak come back to New Jersey

Big Sche, I don’t smoke cigars, I smoke Vegas

So give me the whole bottle of champagne

I wear my shades at night, I’m a true player

The throne is taken, nigga, it’s my reign

The bitches butter me up like outer space

Got a pimp blushing, even though I know she fake

Make me feel good, just remember your place

I’m the seven to God and you’re in sixth place

And I wouldn’t be God if devil’s didn’t hate

I’m a mack, all day, every day

I’m 'bout cake, gimme-gimme me-gimme me some

While you watching me, I been getting plenty, son

This some Kool Keith and Big Sche shit (uh)

This some magnetic force field shit (uh)

This some Ricky, Ricky-Ricky Flair shit (whew!)

Nature Boy affiliates, we gon' handle biz