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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous Lyrics - O.g. Original Gangster - Ice T

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-be 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 want to 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 want to put a brother like me 

In the back seat 

Just because I curse the beat 

They want to tap my phone 

want to 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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