Letra Lifestyles Of The Rich & Infamous de Ice-t original

Its eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets
Get fly crash the limo back seats
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 bull crap
They're kickin drama
But then dramas my middle name
That's the price ya pay for big fame
The cellular phone rings
Dot wanta pick it up
But it's my j-o-b I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter
On the line with a word quiz
I gotta show cause Im livin with the show
Biz. out the llimo, to the plane
In the pourin rain
I hate flyin
But there's no time for slow trains
Another show to do
I gotta caatch my crew
They left last night
In the bus around two
The planes 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 mans a jerk
Somebodys gonna get hurt
Im crazy mad
But my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns
Into fake laughs
I can't be rude
Cause they wouldn't understand
I int human no more, Im a superman

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You can try
But you'll never understand this
You can try
But you'll never understand this
You can try
But you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous

Four hours till show time oh well
I might as well check in the hotel
Get a little rest
Before it's time to play
Ten brothers standin in the hallway
All with demo tapes
They need the hook up
They heard that I was
The one to look up
I can't ditch em
Cause they already saw me
Ill put my head down
Maybe they'll ignore me
No chance ice what's goin on?
I listened to twenty-five songs
And after thaat
The brothers still wouldn't leave
They started lookin at my t.v.
I was gonna break down
If they didn't jet soon
Snuck across the hall
And crashed in es room
But then this freak came in
Thought I was e
Straddled her legs across me
Ripped off her blouse
Pushed her breast against my face
Started girating her waist. sounds fly,
Like a hype sex thriller?
But see she looked like godzilla
Pushed her off me
Home girl hit the floor
This is what it's like on tour
I hit the hallway it was crawlin thick
Could we take this picture real quick?
Jumped into a pose
That I used a million times before
Took pictures
With the whole damn floor
I couldnt say no not to my fans
You see they wouldn't understand

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Now it's show time, time to flow time
Evil lost the records
But we still gotta go time
The house is packed
Everybodys on their feet
So I say, throw on rakims beat.
E hits the fader and the crowd is lit
I start bustin off some new shit
The stage is so smokey
That I almost fall off, I start inhalin it
Im tryin not to cough
Im 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 aint enough
The police are hawkin
Listenin real close
To the words Im talkin
They wanna put a brother like me
In the back seat
Just because I curse the beat
They wanna tap my phone
Wanna keep my crib bugged
Call all my homes
Felonist street thugs
You might say
I think this lifestyle sucks?
I wouldn't tade it for a million bucks
Although it's all
Not glamour and gleam
Its still my dream

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