I said, ‘What you wanna be?’ She said, ‘Alive.’
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
…I coulda died.
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game,
To stimulate, then activate the left and right brain.
Said, ‘Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut.
You focus on the past, your ass’ll be a has-what.’
That’s one to live by, or either that’s one to die to.
You download it for free, we get charged back for it.
I know you’re saying, “They won’t know, they won’t miss it,
Besides, I ain’t a thief, they won’t pay me a visit.”
So, if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob,
And take a couple kernels off it, that would be alright with you?
I live by the beat like you live check to check.
If you don’t move your feet then I don’t eat,
So we like neck to neck.
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game,
Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame.
Take this music dead serious while others entertain.
I see they makin’ they paper so I guess I can’t complain…or can I?
I feel they disrespectin’ the whole thang.
Them hooks like sellin’ dope to black folks,
And I choke when the food they serve ain’t tastin’ right,
My stomach can’t digest it even when I bless it…
Everybody’s got opinions on the way you’re livin’,
But see, they can’t fill your shoes.
Your white tee, well to me, looks like a nightgown;
Make your mama proud, take that thing two sizes down.
You were perfect before you went on a diet,
You was way thicker, you think I don’t remember?
Shit…the magazines got to ya head…
Whatever floats your boat…or finds your lost remote…
You need to git up, git out and git something…
How will you make it if you never even try?