"Tricky Kid" as written by Adrian Nicholas Matthew Thaws, Lionel B. Jr. Richie and Ronald C. Sr. La Pread....
One-two one-two
Huh, one-two one-two one-two ( Mikecheck )

That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
Coke in ya nose (coke in ya nose )

Knock out ya gold fronts
That one fronts
Braggin' on your stunts
Coke in ya nose

Knock out ya gold fronts

Here comes a Nazarene
Look good in that magazine
Haile Selassie I
They look after I
God will receive us
Got me like Jesus
God will receive us
Got me like jesus

Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being with this temptress
Yeahhhh

It's a mongrel rage
It's a new age
As long as you're humble
Let you be the king of jungle
We run everything
Always and ever
Has been has been
Heard there's german-jamaicans
With twisted faces
Same as it ever was
Tell me what the race is

It's surreal
They're not real
I put them on their places
Yeahhhh

They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
I live the life, don't own a car
Now they call me superstar
Tell'm where you at baby ahhhh!

They used to call me tricky-kid

I live the life they wish they did

I live the life don't own a car

But now they call me superstar

Are you disturbed? i'll be with..
Everybody wants to know where my mind is
I'll tell you everything
Tell your life
Look deep into my mongrel eyes

Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
When you look into these mongrel eyes... ahhhh!

That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
Coke in ya nose

Knock out ya gold fronts

Here comes a Nazarene

Look good in that magazine

Haile Selassie I
They look after I
God will receive us
Got me like jesus
Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being with this temptress
Wahhhhhhh

It's a mongol rage
It's a new age
As long as ya humble
Let ya be the king of jungle
We run everything
Always and ever
Has been has been
Don't you see...

Heard there's german-jamaicans
With twisted faces
Faces
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

Tell me what the race is
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them by their places
See it

They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
Lived the life, don't own a car

And now they call me superstar

Are you disturbed? i'll be with..
Everybody wants to know where my mind is
I'll tell you everything
Tell your life
Look deep into my mongrel eyes
Everybody wants a record deal
And everybody wants a...
And everybody wants a record deal
Fuck it the deal
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Naked and famous
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Naked and famous
And everybody wants to be just like me
I'm the kid
And famous
Check it

They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
I lived the life to own a car

But now they call me superstar

Are you disturbed? i'm on with..
Everybody wants to know where my mind is
Tell you everything
I tell you lies

Look deep into these mongrel eyes
Check it
What do you see?
If you test and turn the tables

We're gonna get in smoke up
And we're starting to unturn your label

And everybody who got a record deal
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody's got a record deal
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm the kid

And famous
Ha ha
And everybody wants a record deal
Everybody

And everybody just wants to be like me
I'm the kid

And famous

And famous
That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
And coke in ya nose

Knock out ya gold fronts

Here comes a Nazarene
You look good in that magazine
Haile Selassie I
They look after I
God will receive us
Got me like jesus
Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being with this temptress
Ahhhhhhhh



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"Tricky Kid" as written by Lionel Richie Ronald Lapread

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    General Commentthere's nothing much to say about this ego-confessional masterpiece but badass. The entire song is sung in a loop sequence, but never remains repetative, as he crashes the party with his arguments about celebrity, and his background. This is Tricky's form of lashing out at the media. Trick where you at? Yeah!
    relephoraon September 17, 2004   Link

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