Lyrics:
with the band
Playing the electric guitar
Someday I'm gonna make it
Gonna be a super-duper-star
Get a flashy car
And a house for my Ma
The big
used to be a trafficker
Bricks up on the bus call me the roll manager
200,000 cash I might put that in the challenger
To only ride on more man cause
Well, I used to drive a cab, you know
I heard a siren scream
Pulled over to the corner
And I fell into a dream
There were two men eating pennies
Well, I used to drive a cab, you know
I heard a siren scream
Pulled over to the corner
And I fell into a dream
There were two men eating pennies
hard all day
Listen to the troubles of my friends
But I don't realize 'til I get home
What an awful shape we're in
The car's wore out kids need
hard all day
Listen to the troubles of my friends
But I don't realize 'til I get home
What an awful shape we're in
The car's wore out kids need
Used to be two cars sittin' in the drive
You had your dog and I had mine
Two sets of keys on a hook by the front door
But this house don't look
The best they do is the best they can
The manager's doing time in jail (applause)
And the pink cadillac is up for sale
Singing do you want a man of steel
And she brought along the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Let's
get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive,
And she brought along the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Let's
get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive,
because I used my brains.
[Chorus]
He was a second-hand car spiv up from the slums,
So don't judge him harshly because he's just a slum kid.
Then he
Nobody picks up a penny anymore
The old signs are now new stores
Sale, sale, there's one in every door
It's a wonder I don't go out anymore
with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
But
with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
But
drillin', I don't wanna drill (nah)
Young nigga take it from me, that ain't how to live (live)
Used to have to make a sale just to pay the bills (damn)
I
someday...
All I can hear there's a sale downtown I gotta have some money today
But there's things at home that's never been used you bought last bargain day
watching that Rap City
Niggas used to say I rap shitty, funny
Now them niggas want a track with me
If my manager insults me again
I will be assaulting him
that my dog's got a maid
My manager's name is Reuben Kincaid
The only white boy with a high top fade
Now I'm chillin' hard (hard) I used to be poor
harder than hard
All the suckers are barred
You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred
See the problem is you want what another man has
all day
Listen to the troubles of my friends
But I don't realize 'til I get home
What an awful shape we're in
The car's wore out the kids need shoes
all day
Listen to the troubles of my friends
But I don't realize 'til I get home
What an awful shape we're in
The car's wore out, the kids need shoes
Yeah, help for the helpless
Big money, big cars, big weed
Y'all know what time it is
But you better stack that money for bail
I'm on bail, got that
I'm counting stacks
Thanks Freesami, pendant sales are getting packed
Used to spend a hundred, then I'd go and brag
Now that shit is weak to me, yuh,
that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Immaculate styles, I used to abuse
MC's, so light
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