Saturday, August 4, 2012

Sixteen By Rick Ross

(When 16 ain't enough...)It's funny because, it's been on my mind latelyHaving a dope beat, a dope idea...16 bars ain't enough!How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?You know, so many different levels, to living your lifeDepicting with your wordplay, exactly what life means to you16 ain't enoughI know y'all gonna feel me on this oneYou gotta feel me on this one[Verse 1: Rick Ross]It's funny how things change, funny how time flyMore than my feet travel, the more that I feel flyMore that I make now, the more that the chicks smileShe call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss accountEisenhower status, Etta James on the dashSmooth as John Coltrane cruising in the CadillacSeville - feel my life on the realWe the Last Poets so this is a world premiereRolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badderAll I see is the money, cream, Eric ClaptonAnd all I wanted was one, 16 ain't enoughTalking that fast money 15 every monthWhen your people labelled poor, that motivated me moreEverything I ever wore was once worn beforeRoll with the punches now it's box office numbersDressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuanaDouble MGs, double M feesWe in every hood, nigga: government cheeseYachts and Yacht Masters, Old Dirty BastardFloor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin'Better put away a penny for the rainy daysPick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade awayLivin' like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittlesStarted off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a riverShe say my heart cold, I'm naming my son DecemberWhitney died night before the Grammys - damn, what a memoryTrump Tower and I started with a 10 speedBorn broke had to use a nigga's instinctsNow I get a hundred racks for the 16Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queenNiggas hating, I'm just watchin' on the big screen3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean[Interlude: Andre 3000](When 16 ain't enough...)You know how sometimes you got so much to say butThey on-, they only give you 16, heh...Man it's like... I mean I got so much to sayThe world has said like so much to me, I just wanna give it right back to emBut, I only get 16, that's like a cage you knowI really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpseThat's all, just one uh, one little single glimpseJust a pageBut I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking[Verse 2: Andre 3000]Summer '88, or was it '89Or was it wintertime, ah, never mindI'm in my room, boomin'Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paperI'm trying to fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves upI'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace upsBefore Le Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeupBefore my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubsBefore my mama wake up, before my palms would cake upBefore they tell me they love me and we'll never breakupBefore the time she makes love, to someone that I thought was, my homeboyBut boy, was I wrong, nowI don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and porchAnd a Porsche, and a horse and unfor-tunatelyBut of course an assort-ment of tor-ches that scor-ches the skin, when they enterIntru-ders, whose tutors did a lousy jobHow's he god if he lets Lucifer let loose on usThat noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us upMake us think we do so much and do it bigLike they don't let us win, I can't pretendBut I do admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrateHence why every time we dine we eat until our belly achesThen go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and which region it came fromAs if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch'sHell just fill three thousand more degrees coolerY'all can't measure my worthBut when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek godsBecause the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wallI feel right at home, y'all sitting right at homeAll Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descendingInto the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smilesWith such a devilish grin, like "where the hell have you been"She yelling that selling's a sin, well so is telling young menThat selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to winA dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets inOr out of water, most important thing for him is to swimAnd Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?(I miss the days of old, when one could hold his girl on his arm)And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap snap snap snapReturn fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, paThey'll learn why, near privacy, so essentialThey won't make no laws, I break their laws till they see out our windowI take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentleForsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em don't pretend toYea something tells me, we ain't in Kansas anymoreAll that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymoreAll the women you been pursuing, now they want moreAnd they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours[Outro](When 16 ain't enough...)Does your mama know you see me, does she know you're freaky?Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking?Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get sleepy?How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?YeaDoes your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?Do he think I'm 2Pac cause I'm black and put the works in?Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?Yea

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