Ricky Ticky Toc Lyrics – Eminem
Bonus Track "Ricky Ticky Toc" from Encore, basically in freestyle form no real chorus, Eminem talks about everything from Growing Up to Dr. Dre to 50 Cent.
| Song Name : | Ricky Ticky Toc |
| Album / Movie : | Encore |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Once you call my name outThings will never be the sameThey should have never let usGet off foot in this game
Ever since I was introduced to rap musicI been missin’ a screw like Bishop and JuiceI could lose it at any momentThose who know me know it
So they probaly told you go with the flowJust so that I don’t explode andHave another episode where I let it goAs far as the one with Benzino did
I’m waitin’ for that next beefI’m cocked, locked and loadedI’m ready to go so bad I’m goin’ bananasMy dick’s so hard Anna Nicole couldUse it to fuckin’ pole vault with-
Oh, shit! I mean when she was still bloatedBefore they cut her stomach open and lypo’ed itAnybody I throw flames at gets a name, it’s a game‘Cause they know that they don’t spit the sameIt’s a shame what people do for ten minutes of fame
Everyday, it’s the same thingPeople in this game try to buddy, buddy usJust to get close enough to study usEverybody just wants to have somethin’ to do with thatThey all tryin’ to get that stamp
They after that Shady, Aftermath, moneyIt’s like a MonopolyThey probably just now finallyUnderstand, how to rob fully?50 Cent was like a fuckin’ jackpot for meAnd Dre, it’s like we hit the fuckin’ lottery
And a damn slot machine at the same time as each otherWhy the fuck you think we ride like we brothersWhen we rhyme with each other?In time we discovered that we have more in commonThen we thought with each otherBoth robbed of our mothers
Our fathers ain’t want usWhat was wrong with us, was it our fault‘Cause we started thinkin’ God doesn’t love usTwo odd motherfuckersWho just happened to meet at the right timeWhat a coincidence ’cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica QueensI still remember the call up at Chung King ’cause
Big L had just got popped just a month beforeIf 50 lives, he’s gettin’ dropped from ColumbiaTwo years later me and Doc had to come and operateThat’s when he popped up a number oneAnd we ain’t never gonna stop if you wonderin’Even if I’m under the gun
You ain’t gotta agree all the time with meOr see eye to eyeThere’ll always be animosity between you and IBut see the difference is if it is I could give a shit
Still gonna conduct motherfuckin’ business as usualEgo’s aside ‘fore I bruise ’em allSwallow your pride ‘fore I step on it with shoes you callNike’s, Earthlings, how do you like these?You gotta love ’em, look at the bottom of ’em, they’re like cleats
Stompin’, I been rompin’Since Tim Dogg was hollerin’ “Fuck Compton”I was whilin’, freestylin’Back when they was still makin’ Maxell cassettesI wasn’t even raps Elvis yet
That tells us that-Any doubts in your head that seals the shitRicky Ticky Toc, Ticky Ticky TocStill with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy DocAnd ya don’t stop