Blicky

By 3 o'clock A. M., Mrs. Chadwick had an excellent breakfast ready of stewed sheldrake, clam fritters, excellent buckwheat cakes, and good coffee, and shortly after, with lighted lanterns and a good lunch packed in a tin blicky, we were off to our various points, when only a faint gray streak showed the approach of daylight in the east.

Canister and second blicky are in red, a color hard to find and, unfortunately, one lacking in durability, since the paint has a tendency to flake off.

Let’s just say all of those weekends at the gun range paid off. I only have three blickies, so two of you are assed out.

Turn my blick around and make it right cuz it's my turn – out

Still rockin diamonds and all of that Folks ain’t stoppin nothin, you hear me They totin blickies and all of that. […] I might fuck your bitch and don't call her back I probably ate that pussy and all of that We still totin blickies and all of that

When shit gets gritty we pull up with blickies I cash out the bank, cash out with fifties First class flight, up out the city The baddest the finest the flyest she with me Date night trip, still roll with the blicky Date night trip, still roll with the blicky

Pull up with blickies, pull up with Smithons I tell them don’t miss

Never had gloves one when I touched that brick Had gloves on when I touched that blick My light skin wanna have suck that dick Never had gloves on when I fuck that bitch