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[Intro: Rick Ross](When 16 ain't enough...) |
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It's funny because, it's been on my mind lately |
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Having a dope beat, a dope idea...16 bars ain't enough! |
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How the fuck can |
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I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse? |
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You know, so many different levels, to living your life |
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Depicting with your wordplay, exactly what life means to you16 ain't enough |
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I know y'all gonna feel me on this one |
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You gotta feel me on this one[Verse 1: Rick Ross] |
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It's funny how things change, funny how time fly |
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More than my feet travel, the more that |
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I feel fly |
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More that |
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I make now, the more that the chicks smile |
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She call me a local nigga, |
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I opened a |
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Swiss account |
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Eisenhower status, |
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Etta James on the dash |
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Smooth as |
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John Coltrane cruising in the |
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CadillacSeville - feel my life on the real |
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We the Last |
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Poets so this is a world premiere |
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Rolling like |
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Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder |
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All I see is the money, cream, |
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Eric Clapton |
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And all I wanted was one, 16 ain't enough |
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Talking that fast money 15 every month |
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When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more |
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Everything |
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I ever wore was once worn before |
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Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers |
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Dressed like |
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Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana |
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Double MGs, double |
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M feesWe in every hood, nigga: government cheese |
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Yachts and |
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Yacht Masters, |
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Old Dirty |
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BastardFloor seat for the |
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Heat paper that |
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I'm stackin' |
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Better put away a penny for the rainy days |
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Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away |
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Livin' like |
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Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles |
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Started off with a scribble, now |
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I'm flowing a river |
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She say my heart cold, |
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I'm naming my son |
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DecemberWhitney died night before the |
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Grammys - damn, what a memory |
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Trump Tower and |
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I started with a 10 speed |
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Born broke had to use a nigga's instincts |
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Now I get a hundred racks for the 16 |
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Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen |
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Niggas hating, |
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I'm just watchin' on the big screen3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean[Interlude: Andre 3000](When 16 ain't enough...) |
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You know how sometimes you got so much to say but |
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They on-, they only give you 16, heh... |
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Man it's like... |
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I mean I got so much to say |
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The world has said like so much to me, |
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I just wanna give it right back to em |
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But, I only get 16, that's like a cage you know |
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I really can't say what |
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I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse |
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That's all, just one uh, one little single glimpse |
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Just a page |
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But I guess |
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I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking[Verse 2: Andre 3000] |
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Summer '88, or was it '89 |
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Or was it wintertime, ah, never mind |
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I'm in my room, boomin' |
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Drawin' LL |
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Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paper |
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I'm trying to fuck my neighbor, |
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I'm tryna hook my waves up |
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I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups |
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Before Le |
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Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup |
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Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs |
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Before my mama wake up, before my palms would cake up |
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Before they tell me they love me and we'll never breakup |
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Before the time she makes love, to someone that |
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I thought was, my homeboy |
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But boy, was |
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I wrong, now |
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I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and porch |
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And a Porsche, and a horse and unfor-tunately |
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But of course an assort-ment of tor-ches that scor-ches the skin, when they enter |
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Intru-ders, whose tutors did a lousy job |
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How's he god if he lets |
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Lucifer let loose on us |
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That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up |
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Make us think we do so much and do it big |
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Like they don't let us win, |
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I can't pretend |
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But I do admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate |
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Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches |
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Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and which region it came from |
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As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um |
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Welch'sHell just fill three thousand more degrees cooler |
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Y'all can't measure my worth |
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Greek gods |
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Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall |
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I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home |
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All Kelly green with envy while |
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I'm jelly beans descending |
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Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smiles |
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With such a devilish grin, like "where the hell have you been" |
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She yelling that selling's a sin, well so is telling young men |
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That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win |
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A dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets in |
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Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim |
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And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall |
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I hold my tongue?(I miss the days of old, when one could hold his girl on his arm) |
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And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap snap snap snap |
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Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa |
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They'll learn why, near privacy, so essential |
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They won't make no laws, |
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I break their laws till they see out our window |
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I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle |
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Forsake them all, |
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I hate them all, don't like em don't pretend to |
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Yea something tells me, we ain't in |
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Kansas anymore |
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All that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymore |
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All the women you been pursuing, now they want more |
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And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours[Outro](When 16 ain't enough...) |
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Does your mama know you see me, does she know you're freaky? |
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Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya |
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I am speaking? |
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Do you ever ponder where |
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I'm at when you get sleepy? |
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How the hell |
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I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me? |
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YeaDoes your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain? |
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Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains? |
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Do he think |
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I'm 2Pac cause |
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I'm black and put the works in? |
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Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman? |
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Yea |
