Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous 歌词
| 歌曲 | Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous |
| 歌手 | Ice T |
| 专辑 | O.G. Original Gangster |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| It's eight a.m. i roll out my silk sheets | |
| Get fly crash the limo back seats | |
| Lookin' in the faces | |
| Of some ladies that i never met | |
| On the interview tip, no sweat | |
| They ask me questions | |
| I throw the words back | |
| They say they write facts | |
| I know that's bull crap | |
| They're kickin' drama | |
| But then drama's my middle name | |
| That's the price ya pay for big fame | |
| The cellular phone rings | |
| Dot wanta pick it up | |
| But it's my j-o-b i gotta kick it up | |
| Another damn reporter | |
| On the line with a word quiz | |
| I gotta show cause i'm livin' with the show | |
| Biz. out the llimo, to the plane | |
| In the pourin' rain | |
| I hate flyin' | |
| But there's no time for slow trains | |
| Another show to do | |
| I gotta caatch my crew | |
| They left last night | |
| In the bus around two | |
| The plane's a small one | |
| No fun at all | |
| Bouncin' round the air | |
| Like a tennis ball | |
| When it touches down | |
| I wanna kiss the ground | |
| But it's time to wreck a new town | |
| Get to the arena, meet up with the crew | |
| They tell me all the speakers blew | |
| The cordless don't work | |
| Sound man's a jerk | |
| Somebody's gonna get hurt | |
| I'm crazy mad | |
| But my fans want autographs | |
| I turn my angry frowns | |
| Into fake laughs | |
| I can't be rude | |
| Cause they wouldn't understand | |
| I in't human no more, i'm a superman | |
| Chorus | |
| You can try | |
| But you'll never understand this | |
| You can try | |
| But you'll never understand this | |
| You can try | |
| But you'll never understand this | |
| The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous | |
| Four hours till show time oh well | |
| I might as well check in the hotel | |
| Get a little rest | |
| Before it's time to play | |
| Ten brothers standin' in the hallway | |
| All with demo tapes | |
| They need the hook up | |
| They heard that i was | |
| The one to look up | |
| I can't ditch 'em | |
| Cause they already saw me | |
| I'll put my head down | |
| Maybe they'll ignore me | |
| No chance "ice what's goin' on?" | |
| I listened to twenty-five songs | |
| And after thaat | |
| The brothers still wouldn't leave | |
| They started lookin' at my t.v. | |
| I was gonna break down | |
| If they didn't jet soon | |
| Snuck across the hall | |
| And crashed in e's room | |
| But then this freak came in | |
| Thought i was e | |
| Straddled her legs across me | |
| Ripped off her blouse | |
| Pushed her breast against my face | |
| Started girating her waist. sounds fly, | |
| Like a hype sex thriller? | |
| But see she looked like godzilla | |
| Pushed her off me | |
| Home girl hit the floor | |
| This is what it's like on tour | |
| I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick | |
| "could we take this picture real quick?" | |
| Jumped into a pose | |
| That i used a million times before | |
| Took pictures | |
| With the whole damn floor | |
| I couldn't say no not to my fans | |
| You see they wouldn't understand | |
| Chorus | |
| Now it's show time, time to flow time | |
| Evil lost the records | |
| But we still gotta go time | |
| The house is packed | |
| Everybody's on their feet | |
| So i say, "throw on rakim's beat." | |
| E hits the fader and the crowd is lit | |
| I start bustin' off some new shit | |
| The stage is so smokey | |
| That i almost fall off, i start inhalin' it | |
| I'm tryin' not to cough | |
| I'm catchin' problems from every angle | |
| The mic cords are tangled | |
| I try to flow smooth | |
| But my words are mangled | |
| Damn near slipped and broke my ankle | |
| If that ain't enough | |
| The police are hawkin' | |
| Listenin' real close | |
| To the words i'm talkin' | |
| They wanna put a brother like me | |
| In the back seat | |
| Just because i curse the beat | |
| They wanna tap my phone | |
| Wanna keep my crib bugged | |
| Call all my homes | |
| Felonist street thugs | |
| You might say | |
| I think this lifestyle sucks? | |
| I wouldn't tade it for a million bucks | |
| Although it's all | |
| Not glamour and gleam | |
| It's still my dream | |
| Chorus |
| It' s eight a. m. i roll out my silk sheets | |
| Get fly crash the limo back seats | |
| Lookin' in the faces | |
| Of some ladies that i never met | |
| On the interview tip, no sweat | |
| They ask me questions | |
| I throw the words back | |
| They say they write facts | |
| I know that' s bull crap | |
| They' re kickin' drama | |
| But then drama' s my middle name | |
| That' s the price ya pay for big fame | |
| The cellular phone rings | |
| Dot wanta pick it up | |
| But it' s my job i gotta kick it up | |
| Another damn reporter | |
| On the line with a word quiz | |
| I gotta show cause i' m livin' with the show | |
| Biz. out the llimo, to the plane | |
| In the pourin' rain | |
| I hate flyin' | |
| But there' s no time for slow trains | |
| Another show to do | |
| I gotta caatch my crew | |
| They left last night | |
| In the bus around two | |
| The plane' s a small one | |
| No fun at all | |
| Bouncin' round the air | |
| Like a tennis ball | |
| When it touches down | |
| I wanna kiss the ground | |
| But it' s time to wreck a new town | |
| Get to the arena, meet up with the crew | |
| They tell me all the speakers blew | |
| The cordless don' t work | |
| Sound man' s a jerk | |
| Somebody' s gonna get hurt | |
| I' m crazy mad | |
| But my fans want autographs | |
| I turn my angry frowns | |
| Into fake laughs | |
| I can' t be rude | |
| Cause they wouldn' t understand | |
| I in' t human no more, i' m a superman | |
| Chorus | |
| You can try | |
| But you' ll never understand this | |
| You can try | |
| But you' ll never understand this | |
| You can try | |
| But you' ll never understand this | |
| The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous | |
| Four hours till show time oh well | |
| I might as well check in the hotel | |
| Get a little rest | |
| Before it' s time to play | |
| Ten brothers standin' in the hallway | |
| All with demo tapes | |
| They need the hook up | |
| They heard that i was | |
| The one to look up | |
| I can' t ditch ' em | |
| Cause they already saw me | |
| I' ll put my head down | |
| Maybe they' ll ignore me | |
| No chance " ice what' s goin' on?" | |
| I listened to twentyfive songs | |
| And after thaat | |
| The brothers still wouldn' t leave | |
| They started lookin' at my t. v. | |
| I was gonna break down | |
| If they didn' t jet soon | |
| Snuck across the hall | |
| And crashed in e' s room | |
| But then this freak came in | |
| Thought i was e | |
| Straddled her legs across me | |
| Ripped off her blouse | |
| Pushed her breast against my face | |
| Started girating her waist. sounds fly, | |
| Like a hype sex thriller? | |
| But see she looked like godzilla | |
| Pushed her off me | |
| Home girl hit the floor | |
| This is what it' s like on tour | |
| I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick | |
| " could we take this picture real quick?" | |
| Jumped into a pose | |
| That i used a million times before | |
| Took pictures | |
| With the whole damn floor | |
| I couldn' t say no not to my fans | |
| You see they wouldn' t understand | |
| Chorus | |
| Now it' s show time, time to flow time | |
| Evil lost the records | |
| But we still gotta go time | |
| The house is packed | |
| Everybody' s on their feet | |
| So i say, " throw on rakim' s beat." | |
| E hits the fader and the crowd is lit | |
| I start bustin' off some new shit | |
| The stage is so smokey | |
| That i almost fall off, i start inhalin' it | |
| I' m tryin' not to cough | |
| I' m catchin' problems from every angle | |
| The mic cords are tangled | |
| I try to flow smooth | |
| But my words are mangled | |
| Damn near slipped and broke my ankle | |
| If that ain' t enough | |
| The police are hawkin' | |
| Listenin' real close | |
| To the words i' m talkin' | |
| They wanna put a brother like me | |
| In the back seat | |
| Just because i curse the beat | |
| They wanna tap my phone | |
| Wanna keep my crib bugged | |
| Call all my homes | |
| Felonist street thugs | |
| You might say | |
| I think this lifestyle sucks? | |
| I wouldn' t tade it for a million bucks | |
| Although it' s all | |
| Not glamour and gleam | |
| It' s still my dream | |
| Chorus |
| It' s eight a. m. i roll out my silk sheets | |
| Get fly crash the limo back seats | |
| Lookin' in the faces | |
| Of some ladies that i never met | |
| On the interview tip, no sweat | |
| They ask me questions | |
| I throw the words back | |
| They say they write facts | |
| I know that' s bull crap | |
| They' re kickin' drama | |
| But then drama' s my middle name | |
| That' s the price ya pay for big fame | |
| The cellular phone rings | |
| Dot wanta pick it up | |
| But it' s my job i gotta kick it up | |
| Another damn reporter | |
| On the line with a word quiz | |
| I gotta show cause i' m livin' with the show | |
| Biz. out the llimo, to the plane | |
| In the pourin' rain | |
| I hate flyin' | |
| But there' s no time for slow trains | |
| Another show to do | |
| I gotta caatch my crew | |
| They left last night | |
| In the bus around two | |
| The plane' s a small one | |
| No fun at all | |
| Bouncin' round the air | |
| Like a tennis ball | |
| When it touches down | |
| I wanna kiss the ground | |
| But it' s time to wreck a new town | |
| Get to the arena, meet up with the crew | |
| They tell me all the speakers blew | |
| The cordless don' t work | |
| Sound man' s a jerk | |
| Somebody' s gonna get hurt | |
| I' m crazy mad | |
| But my fans want autographs | |
| I turn my angry frowns | |
| Into fake laughs | |
| I can' t be rude | |
| Cause they wouldn' t understand | |
| I in' t human no more, i' m a superman | |
| Chorus | |
| You can try | |
| But you' ll never understand this | |
| You can try | |
| But you' ll never understand this | |
| You can try | |
| But you' ll never understand this | |
| The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous | |
| Four hours till show time oh well | |
| I might as well check in the hotel | |
| Get a little rest | |
| Before it' s time to play | |
| Ten brothers standin' in the hallway | |
| All with demo tapes | |
| They need the hook up | |
| They heard that i was | |
| The one to look up | |
| I can' t ditch ' em | |
| Cause they already saw me | |
| I' ll put my head down | |
| Maybe they' ll ignore me | |
| No chance " ice what' s goin' on?" | |
| I listened to twentyfive songs | |
| And after thaat | |
| The brothers still wouldn' t leave | |
| They started lookin' at my t. v. | |
| I was gonna break down | |
| If they didn' t jet soon | |
| Snuck across the hall | |
| And crashed in e' s room | |
| But then this freak came in | |
| Thought i was e | |
| Straddled her legs across me | |
| Ripped off her blouse | |
| Pushed her breast against my face | |
| Started girating her waist. sounds fly, | |
| Like a hype sex thriller? | |
| But see she looked like godzilla | |
| Pushed her off me | |
| Home girl hit the floor | |
| This is what it' s like on tour | |
| I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick | |
| " could we take this picture real quick?" | |
| Jumped into a pose | |
| That i used a million times before | |
| Took pictures | |
| With the whole damn floor | |
| I couldn' t say no not to my fans | |
| You see they wouldn' t understand | |
| Chorus | |
| Now it' s show time, time to flow time | |
| Evil lost the records | |
| But we still gotta go time | |
| The house is packed | |
| Everybody' s on their feet | |
| So i say, " throw on rakim' s beat." | |
| E hits the fader and the crowd is lit | |
| I start bustin' off some new shit | |
| The stage is so smokey | |
| That i almost fall off, i start inhalin' it | |
| I' m tryin' not to cough | |
| I' m catchin' problems from every angle | |
| The mic cords are tangled | |
| I try to flow smooth | |
| But my words are mangled | |
| Damn near slipped and broke my ankle | |
| If that ain' t enough | |
| The police are hawkin' | |
| Listenin' real close | |
| To the words i' m talkin' | |
| They wanna put a brother like me | |
| In the back seat | |
| Just because i curse the beat | |
| They wanna tap my phone | |
| Wanna keep my crib bugged | |
| Call all my homes | |
| Felonist street thugs | |
| You might say | |
| I think this lifestyle sucks? | |
| I wouldn' t tade it for a million bucks | |
| Although it' s all | |
| Not glamour and gleam | |
| It' s still my dream | |
| Chorus |
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