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Mr. Lif - Status lyrics
Status {Lif I was mad dip Butterfly collars and shit Chains from the slave ship Dreads with the wave kit Bifocals and wing-tips Velvet pants and a velour coat Looked in the mirror "Damn I look dope" Folded up the singles in my loot-clip Put a sock in my pants on some Uncle Luke shit Dressed to impress Now I'm ready to go The club is twelve blocks away And I got no loot, so I walk ten and take a cab for two Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe I've got the hottest dance steps: Running Man, Cabbage Patch Plus the Robocop, then I bring back the Walk Jaws will drop, and all the ladies will flock Brothers thinking, "What he got that I ain't got" I'll tell ya fella, it's written in my best seller It started to rain, I got no umbrella The walking turned to running Still I look stunning Covered enough ground before my Taxi could summon Got to the spa and hopped out at the front Tripped over the curb, limping cuz my toes were stubbed Then I tried to give pounds to people I didn't know ("yo, what's up y'all!") At Lucy & Joe's, my destination was the back door Not because the bouncer told me not to come back I'm just sneaking in the club because I got it like that {Insight I remember when you used to be broke Ignored when you spoke And people would take you for a joke You used to go to the club, and look like a scrub But couldn't afford the admission From outside you're looking in Waiting for a chance to slip by You slide through the back door But you wasn't supposed to be there You'd look like an idiot if you got caught, but you didn't care Just as long as you got your groove on It was smooth sailing, they was playing the Thong Song You're feeling shorty with the boots on Cutting through the crowd sideways, it's time to move strong To cool kick it, say something slick off the top Flash your jewels, fix your suit Fidgeting with your wristwatch But while you was in the corner acting the big shot.? They threw on some hip-hop People got on the dance floor And a bouncer saw you standing at the corner near the door ("Hey you!") He started walking your way, to muscle you out Since you refused to pay So there was nothing for you to say When he blew up your spot And threw you out the front to the floor ("I told you not to come back here!") Past the bar on the right through the double doors You mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement ("Goddamn.") People in line started laughing ("Haha!") When they threw you half-ass Screaming that you wasn't allowed back in But that was back, acting like nothing happened You patted your Tims off, depressed from embarrassment It could have been fresh, it would have been lavish One day you'll make it and won't have to deal with this madness *scratches* "My status is the maddest" |
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