RICK ROSS lyrics : "Sixteen"
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat, 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 life
Depicting with your wordplay, exactly what life means to you
16 ain't enough
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one
It's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet drivin' me, more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash
Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville
Feel my life on the real
We the Lost Poets so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one, 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis
Steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs, double M fees
We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
Yacht and Yacht Masters, Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin'
Better put away a penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
Livin' like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river
She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys ? damn, what a memory
Trump Towers and I started with a 10 speed
Born broke had to use a nigga's instincts
Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
Niggas hating, I'm just watchin' on the big screen
3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
When 16 ain't enough
You know sometimes you got so much to say but
*16 ain't enough*
They only give you 16, heh..
Man it's like... I mean, I got so much to say
The world has said so much to me, I just wanna give right back to em
But, I only get 16, that's like a cage you know
I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse
That's all, just one uh, one little single glimpse
Just a page
But I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time
I'm in my room, boomin, drawin LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paper
I'm trying to fuck my neighbor
I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up
To get them saddle lace ups
Before Le marc was Jacob
Before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up
Before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up
Before my palms would cake up
Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup
Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
My homeboy, but boy was I wrong now
I don't budge, don't want much
Just a roof and porch
And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
But of course an assortment of torches that scorches the skin when they enter
Intruders, whose tutors did a lousy job
How he god if he lets lucifer let loose on us
That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But do I admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
Hell just fill three thousand more degrees cooler
Ya'll can't measure my worth, but when you try
You'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me
When back's against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smiles
With such a devilish grin, like ?where the hell have you been?
She yelling that selling's a sin, well so is telling young men
That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of the water, most important thing for him is to swim
And 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 camaras snap snap snap snap
Return fire, pa pa pa, pa, pa pa, pa, pa, pa
They'll learn why, near privacy, so essential
They won't make no laws, I break their laws till they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em don't pretend to
Yea something tells me, we ain't in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymore
All the women you been pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours
(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?
Does 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?
Thanks to maria.01215Writer(s): Stephen Grainger, Kenneth Bartolomei, Andrew Childs, Rick Ross, Kevin Crowe, Andre Benjamin, Donovan Leitch, Erik Ortiz
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