Scrilla Vic
Scrilla Vic - Oh, No! songtekst
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Uh, Oh! I got laid off again The unemployment line is lookin' like my best friend And when I get a job, I gotta be a temp Again with no chance of ever going permanent I got a boss for every project that I do Lost count after the number hit 22 I gotta put in overtime every single weekend Just another week that the V can't sleep in Hit the alarm and go-go back to sleep Late to work just about every other week The Dow keeps droppin. I'm losin' all my savings The economy sucks and the V keeps slaving But I still can't make the deadline Hope I don't have to wait up in a breadline See a fine woman and I wink at her in passin' Oh, No! I'm canned for sexual harrassment Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No! Uh, Oh! For the fans to show me love I gotta be a gangster, goon or a thug. Goin' at the game with intelligent tact, And I'm stereotyped into Alternative Rap? But I'm so hood so I flaunt my cash Sheet, prolly 'end up getting' my rope snatched If I wanna show that the V's a fly prospect I gotta treat women like a bitch or an object. Just got a deal so I got a lotta funds. And waste it all on Bentley's rollin' on dubs. If I wanna go far, I gotta act hard? Roll deep with a fake posse & bodyguard? Talkin' can I get a witness? Cuz the paparazzi's all up in my business But I need the buzz so I can get some street cred So I cop a grill & a mother fuck-it attitude The hood's the farthest thing from my latitude And I'll mimic any rapper out – doesn't matter who Stickin' to the script, cuz makin' hits is the formula. Oh, No! Respectability, I'm ignorin' 'ya. Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh! Oh, No! I wanna hear some praise leave the women in a daze Have plenty fans for days, but I all I get instead is "Yo, you're music's cool but your way over the hill To be kickin' lyrics so just hang it up and chill" Damn! That sucks so I'm searchin' for a skeezer Just met this girl, but I'll do anything to please her Rappin' out my ass and I really need a breather I've been down and out since the 1st Leave it to Beaver Nah, I'm cool so I go out on a blind date My date's lookin' worse than thizz face-screwface But it's been a while so I do like Ludacris Have just one more drink and now I'm up all on this chick I'd knock it out the park but I left my bat at home Thinkin' I'd be smoother if I order some Patron Get so drunk I'm gettin' drug out by a medic Other dudes are clean. I'm more like hypoallergenic. There it is. Just another day in the life and times of the V. Livin' like a king in this land of milk and honey. Nah, I'm livin' life without bling in this land of silk and money. Shee!