Bamboozled Lyrics - Dr. Octagon

Yeah, the Diesel Truckers with Kool Keith 

Marc Live, Jacky Jasper 

We come international and rational 

I saw the Grammy's, I wasn't impressed with that 

A lot of stylists overdressed that 

Was I wrong? Who was the best at? 

Two cases on Stoli's, eight thousand for this man you owe me 

I left the V.I.P. section lonely 

Me, white folks, Don Juan played the back 

The women chose me over guess who? Pretty Toney 

Kid, I got your lady signed to Sony 

Girls, tell Bobby I'm the real tenderoni 

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You better scoop her, before I marry her 

Award winner without rims, tap your dime piece without spinners 

JVC, LL soapbox with the antennas 

I get hard on aspirin cups filled with Guinness 

The Ernie Onassis with masters, with Marc and Jack Jasper 

Sunday clean gators on the pastor 

Go 'head player, yous a wallflower 

Scared to talk to her, I'ma ask her 

Rep it at the casino, walk in your presence 

Miami's biggest problem 

Whack rappers want me out the game like Al Pacino 

We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled 

Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored 

Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 

42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach 

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We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled 

Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored 

Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 

42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach 

I seen a lot of rappers turn soft, I turn my TV off 

And thugs got commercials, thugs in commercials 

And everybody's chick turned gladiator and shit 

No pimps, no hustlers, yo, where's your whips? 

No Maybachs, no Lambos on the field 

Towncar, ridin Music Express 

And yo' the winner is effervescence 

Your rhymes didn't win, your rhymes didn't get shit 

They like the way you move in tight suits 

And gay-ass 70 boots 

You the best example, yo, the industry is whack, yo 

Now you can bet your label and your Phantom on that 

See rappers don't want no parts of men 

They zombies, 28 Days all over again 

Everybody's scared, runnin again 

They bone crush ya, monkeys in the cage again 

We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled 

Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored 

Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 

42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach 

We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled 

Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored 

Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 

42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach 

Celebrity nigga, broke a MC pimp nigga 

Show up on the scene 

Trackin cream, so obscene 

You can't come clean, fast money I fiend 

I know the score, your mother-in-law 

My money is more, she's leavin him poor 

I know the game, ask Rick James 

I don't complain and I won't explain 

Go fetch, I draw the sketch 

You won't catch, I got the niche 

The chips won't switch, she's not a bitch 

I'll take the chips, she's on my dick 

They flowin in, steppin on up the money out 

Hiccup, bitch, shut the fuck up 

What is wrong? Income's right 

The street's my wife, the street's my life, uh 

We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled 

Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored 

Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 

42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach 

We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled 

Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored 

Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 

42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach