Bond - Slick Rick

Yeah, boy!

Check it out Slick, ya know what I’m sayin?

No complaining

I reached my destination and its raining

I’m in Colombia, the Bond steps off the plane and

I hear a hollar from a bro with ring around the collar

Its chief of police, grease Bond, tell me to follow

Treated me to everything, no taxin, maxin

Gives me a hotel suite for me to relax in

Seems everyone was on my silk drawers

A cloud does it have to bug me a daffy nerve

Jumpin out the closet, word up, dead nigga

Said «Chief how do you figure tryin to arrest me, the Double for the

Murder of the nigga?»

Now in a cell, but not for long, and now I’m out, I hear a weeping

One asleep, other sleeping, kept creeping

Bumped into another, my appearance was alarming

(To who) some lady that thought I’m charming

Please, the way I is I don’t even have to say hon

So who’s a Don?

You better believe the nigga keeps girls fond

The name’s Bond!

Well, I’m outside and its the chief with twenty thiefs like the brainiac

Aware because the Double 0 was bucking like a maniac

Till nobody lives, so hon, nowhere to do correct

Said «excuse me baby, but where they hiding the hooker at?»

«Around the block, but chill at least chill till the storm has stopped»

Decided it was a helicopter, sounds like its warming up

Grabbed ya leg, shot the chief, someone said «Stop hawking»

Shook me off at twenty-thou, the Bond got up walking

They was laughing as they left they grew thinner like Iraqi

Got the plans from the dying chief of police in her pocket

To make it even worse honey girl was definitely rattin'

Was holding her in a club that was happening in Manhattan

I’m 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 name’s Bond!

Back at home in New York, I didn’t want to get too overfly

You wanna know why I pulled out my 535i?

(pimp!)

Boy I see some lookouts with some girls that’s annoyed

It was a private engagement for the dealer and the boys

Double just passed the hoods with their faces painted

Walked in, say a good twenty girls fainted

Throw 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?

Wouldn’t swallow that

Who’s the man with the Golden Gun and all of that

Turned curls of mercy, left blood on the walls of

Rescued the shorty who was all on the walls of

Whore said «You're late!»

I don’t wanna hear none of your dissing

Nabbed the cash, made a good twenty million on the mission

Good job, not to mention had the boss honey hung

So who’s a Don?

Better believe the nigga keeps girls fond

The name’s Bond!