Rick Ross, Andre 3000 - Sixteen
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[Hook: André 3000]
When sixteen ain't enough...
[Intro: Rick Ross]
It's funny because it's been on my mind lately,
Having a dope beat, dope idea..
Sixteen bars ain't enough!
How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life
Into a sixteen bar verse?
You know, so many different levels to living your life,
Depicting with your wordplay exactly, what life means to you.
Sixteen ain't enough!
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one,
You gotta feel me on this one.
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
It's funny, how things change, funny, how time fly,
More than my feet travel, the 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 Last Poets, so this is a world premiere,
Rolling like Mick Jagger,
The women just getting badder,
All I see is the money, C.R.E.A.M., Eric Clapton.
And all I wanted was one, sixteen ain't enough,
Talking that fast money, fifteen 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, steaming my marijuana,
Double M G's, double M fees,
We in every hood, nigga, government cheese.
Yacht to Yachtmasters, 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
Living 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 Tower and I started with a ten speed,
Born broke, had to use a nigga's instincts,
Now I get a hundred racks for the sixteen,
Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen.
Niggas hating, I'm just watching on the big screen,
Three stacks on the beat, and the kicks mean.
[Hook]
[Interlude: André 3000]
You know, how sometimes you got so much to say, but
They on-, they only give you sixteen, heh...
Man, it's like... I mean, I got so much to say,
The world has said so much to me, and I just wanna give right back to 'em,
But... I only get sixteen, 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.
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Summer '88, or was it '89,
Or was it wintertime, ah, nevermind.
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 lil' 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 crumbs would cake up,
Before they tell me, they love me and we'll never break up,
Before the time she makes love to someone,
That I thought was my homeboy,
But, boy, was I wrong? Now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a 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's 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 I do admit, 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 fell three thousand more degrees cooler.
Y'all 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 smile,
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 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 gal on his arm.
And I set off these alarms, when cameras snap, snap, snap, snap,
Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa.
They'll learn, why mere privacy so essential,
They won't make no laws, I break their laws
'til 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 we were pursuing, now they want more,
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours.
[Hook]
[Breakdown: André 3000]
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?
Yea!
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 words in?
Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?
When sixteen ain't enough...
[Intro: Rick Ross]
It's funny because it's been on my mind lately,
Having a dope beat, dope idea..
Sixteen bars ain't enough!
How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life
Into a sixteen bar verse?
You know, so many different levels to living your life,
Depicting with your wordplay exactly, what life means to you.
Sixteen ain't enough!
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one,
You gotta feel me on this one.
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
It's funny, how things change, funny, how time fly,
More than my feet travel, the 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 Last Poets, so this is a world premiere,
Rolling like Mick Jagger,
The women just getting badder,
All I see is the money, C.R.E.A.M., Eric Clapton.
And all I wanted was one, sixteen ain't enough,
Talking that fast money, fifteen 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, steaming my marijuana,
Double M G's, double M fees,
We in every hood, nigga, government cheese.
Yacht to Yachtmasters, 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
Living 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 Tower and I started with a ten speed,
Born broke, had to use a nigga's instincts,
Now I get a hundred racks for the sixteen,
Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen.
Niggas hating, I'm just watching on the big screen,
Three stacks on the beat, and the kicks mean.
[Hook]
[Interlude: André 3000]
You know, how sometimes you got so much to say, but
They on-, they only give you sixteen, heh...
Man, it's like... I mean, I got so much to say,
The world has said so much to me, and I just wanna give right back to 'em,
But... I only get sixteen, 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.
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Summer '88, or was it '89,
Or was it wintertime, ah, nevermind.
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 lil' 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 crumbs would cake up,
Before they tell me, they love me and we'll never break up,
Before the time she makes love to someone,
That I thought was my homeboy,
But, boy, was I wrong? Now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a 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's 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 I do admit, 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 fell three thousand more degrees cooler.
Y'all 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 smile,
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 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 gal on his arm.
And I set off these alarms, when cameras snap, snap, snap, snap,
Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa.
They'll learn, why mere privacy so essential,
They won't make no laws, I break their laws
'til 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 we were pursuing, now they want more,
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours.
[Hook]
[Breakdown: André 3000]
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?
Yea!
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 words in?
Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?
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