Testo Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous - Ice-T
Testo della canzone Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous (Ice-T), tratta dall'album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
Yo, yo, Ice, what's poppin', G?
I'm just coolin' out, Shyne Mack
I was listenin' to your demo tapes, man
You sound kinda hype, man
You gon' blow up this year, boy
Yeah, you know I wanna come out
I wanna go on tour with you, man
Yo, holmes, man
Tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be, man
It's a little different than you think, man
Yo, so what is it really like, baby?
It's 8 AM, I roll out my silk sheets
Get fly crabs the limo backseat
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 bullcrap
They kickin' drama, but the drama's my middle name
That's the price you pay for big fame
The cellular phone rings, don't wanna pick it up
But it's my J-O-B, I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter on the line with the word quiz
I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' the showbiz
Out the limo to the plane in the pourin' rain
I hate flyin', but there's no time for slow trains
Another show to do, gotta catch 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 wanna 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 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 won't understand
I ain't human no more, I'm a Superman
You can try, but you'll never understand this
You can try, but you'll never understand this
Try and try, but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous
Alright, you got five interviews to do
Then after that, you got a photo session right on yo
Rap masters spin, I don't know
There's a fuckin' bunch of people out there wanna see you
Four hours to showtime, oh well
I might as well check in the hotel
Get a little rest before it's time for us to play
Ten brothers standin' in the hallway
All with demo tapes, they need the hookup
They heard that I was the one to look up
I can't ditch 'em 'cause they already saw me
I put my head down, maybe they'll ignore me
No chance, "Ice, what's goin' on?"
I listened to twenty-five songs
And after that, the brothers still wouldn't leave
They started lookin' at my TV
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 bra, pushed her breasts against my face
Started gyratin' her waist
Sounds fly like a hype sex thriller
But since she looked like Godzilla
Pushed her off me, homegirl hit the floor
This is what it's like on tour
I hit the hallway, it was crawlin' thick
"Could we take his picture real quick?"
Jumped to 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
You can try, but you'll never understand this
Try and try, but you'll never understand this
You can try, but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous
Alright, will somebody get these fuckin' hoes off the bus?
Get the goddamn girls off the bus
No more backstage passes
Whose guest is this?
Get everybody out of the room
The hotel's gonna throw us out
Where is Ice-T?
He's got to sign some more pictures up here
Evil E lost the fuckin' records, what's goin' on?
Now it's showtime, 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 smoky 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 wanna put a brother like me in the backseat
Jump across, I curse the beat
They wanna tap my phone, wanna keep my crib bugged
Call all my homies felon and street thugs
You might say I think this lifestyle sucks
I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks
Although it's all not glamour and gleam
It's still my dream
You can try, but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous
Yo, this is dedicated to all my fans
That support Ice-T and the Rhyme Syndicate
Peace, I love y'all
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous
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