Cancion : Them That's Not
Artista : J-Live
Album : The Best Part
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-them-thats-not-de-j-live


Bring it in
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time there was a brother named Castro
Had a little problem with his cash flow, word
More than once upon a time he had a dream to clock mad dough
Only at the time it all seemed mad absurd
Then he saw a light bulb flash up in his forehead
Shined so bright he had to close both eyes
Said whoever hit 'em for the average poor asshole
'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise
Now meanwhile, 
still short one pot to piss in
Not to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin' like who don't you want and where'd it come from
Sippin' on chicken wings, smackin' on stout
Stepped to his boy at the label of the month
Like 'yo, what's the haps kid, lemme get a deal'
Got a dope style, sounds just like so-and-so
Whatsisname, wrote it for me even more ill
Make ya wanna holler like Marvin
, did I mention I'm starvin' and quite thirst
Meaning what, meaning that I'ma do whatever it take to make sure they play my shit first
On the Billboard and last on the countdown, like contact on that show
So what's up black, yo, how that sound?
If you down then c'mon let's go
Down to the studio right now, bring me that crate with the old hits
Make that beat with the right style, so that crowd'll wanna go get
In that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day
I get in cool with him even though he fake as a toupee
I roll with ballers and thugs to make my image legit
Even though back in the day they told me I wasn't shit (you wasn't fresh)
I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit
And fuck that, I shrink my feet if the shoe don't fit
I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned
I got you mad now cause I'm kickin' that popcorn
That blows up in a couple minutes
Expand the pockets 'til your girl's hand's all in it
I see your shorty starin' at me on the guest line
But these four back stage'll do me just fine
All five ask for my jam on the request line
So if you stress me, I could tell you through the grapevine
It's like this
[Chorus]
Them that's got, shall get
Them that's not, shall lose
But man, you gotta get it while the getting is good
Now, if you could get it all this much and this fast
Don't be telling me you wouldn't cause I know that you would
Them that's got, shall get
Them that's not, shall lose
But God, I gotta get it while the getting is good
Now, if you could get it all this much and this fast
Don't be telling me you wouldn't cause I know that you would
(*scratching to fade* Run-D.M.C.: If it happened to him, it could happen to you!)
[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm number one, but the bullet can't hack it now (hack it now)
The Billboard need a full metal jacket now (jacket now)
You see my face all day 'til it make you sick (make you sick)
I got a hand full of cards, you can take your pick (take your pick)
Now who'd a thought this bullshit song'd have me seen (have me seen)
In every video and every other magazine (word)
With more attention than a jet black drag queen (drag queen)
At a convention with a Grand Dragon Klansmin (Klansmin?)
Kids hang on every word I say like a damn fiend (damn fiend)
It's too bad it don't stand for a damn thing (no)
They parents say I'm too nasty for they damn teens (what?)
But I ain't write it, so don't ask me what the fuck it mean (yeah)
I got some other shit to worry 'bout instead (instead)
The more money, more problems like the man said (man said)
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn feds (what?)
But my accountant said I can't get out the damn red (word)
I heard that people getting tired of my song now (song now)
The album drops and now my fans are getting hostile (hostile)
I only had one song that got the style right (style right)
The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night (platinum!)
My pockets on SlimFast and Jenny Craig (word?)
The same clubs and restaraunts that kept me well fed (gyeah)
Reject my credit like a Muslim do a boar's head (banks)
Good thing my boss is my boy, so I ain't gotta beg (beg)
But now he hollerin' at me like 'yo, where the loot went?' (loot went)
We had to clear the damn sample when the loop went
We coming up type short like a indent
And I just learned a new word called 'recoupment' (recoupment)
I got paid for the video equipment (damn!)
And every other detail a red cent spent (nah)
Oh hell nah, don't talk about no fuckin' fine print (whatyoutalkinbout, man?)
But tell me this, how the hell I'm gonna pay the rent? (yeah, word, man)
I got a live-in landlord so now I tiptoe (tiptoe)
In and out the crib to find a way to get dough (get dough)
Can't make another record cause I can't flow (damn right!)
But I could tell you a little story
And that shit go (how it go? how it go?)
(uhh, I don't know)
There was supposed to be a brother named Castro
Had a little problem with his cash flow
[Chorus fades in] 3x
Them that's gots, shall get
Them that's not, shall lose
But God bless the child that could write his own rhyme
Some might choose to praise, some might choose to snooze
But the style that I use is the style that's mine
Them that's gots, shall get
Them that's not, shall lose
But God bless the child that could write his own rhyme
Some might choose to praise, some might choose to snooze
But the style that I use is the style that's mine
J-Live
(*scratching to fade* Run-D.M.C.: If it happened to him, it could happen to you!)


========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================