Slick Rick - Bond Lyrics
Yeah, boy!Check it out slick, ya know what Im sayin?No complainingI reached my destination and its rainingIm in columbia, the bond steps off the plane andI hear a hollar from a bro with ring around the collarIts chief of police, grease bond, tell me to followTreated me to everything, no taxin, maxinGives me a hotel suite for me to relax inSeems everyone was in my silk drawersA cloud does it have to bug me a daffy nerveJumpin out the closet, word up, dead niggaSaid chief how do you figure tryin to arrest me, the double for theMurder of the nigga?Now in a cell, but not for long, and now Im out, I hear a weepingOne asleep, other sleep, kept creepingBumped into another, my appearance was alarming(to who) some lady that thought Im charmingPlease, the way I is I dont even have to say hon,So whos a don?You better believe the nigga keeps girls fond,The names bond!Well, Im outside and its the chief with twenty thiefs like the brainiacAware because the double 0 was bucking like a maniacTill nobody lives, so hon, nowhere to do correctSaid excuse me baby, but where they hiding the hooker at?Around the block, but chill at least chill till the storm has stoppedDecided it was a helicopter, sounds like its warming upGrabbed ya leg, shot the chief, someone said stop hawkingShook me off at twenty-thou, the bond got up walkingThey was laughing as they left they grew thinner like iraqi,Got the plans from the dying chief of police in her pocketTo make it even worse honey girl was definetly rattinWas holding her in a club that was happening in manhattanIm on the plane in the day seemed nothing was a phasing,Except for the stewardess jocking the amazing,But kept my composure, had another honey hon,Who the don?Better believe the nigga keep girls fond,The names bond!Back at home in new york, I didnt want to get too overflyYou wanna know why I pulled out my 535i? (pimp!)Boy I see some lookouts with some girls thats annoyedIt was a private engagement for the dealer and the boysDouble just passed the hoods with their faces paintedWalked in, say a good twent girls faintedThrow cousins all out but seems that everyone was shitting,And man I was so cool I even carried me a kitten (reowr!)Trouble for the double 0? wouldnt swallow thatWhos the man with the golden guuuuun and all of thatTurned curls of mercy, left blood on the walls ofRescued the shorty who was all on the walls ofWhore said youre late! I dont wanna hear none of your dissingNabbed the cash, made a good twenty million on the missionGood job, not to mention had the balls honey hungSo whos a don?Better believe the nigga keeps girls fondThe names bond!
