Bring it in


Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro

Had a little problem with his cash flow

More than once his friend'd tell me he had a dream to clock mad dough

Only at the time it seem that obsurb

Then he saw a light bulb flash up in his forehead

Shine so bright he had to close both eyes

Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole

'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise

Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in

Not to mention any window to throw it out

Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from

Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout

Step to his boys, the label of the month

Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal'

Got a dope style, sound just like so and so

What's her name, runnin from ya, even more ill

Make ya wanna holler like Marvin, did I mention I'm starvin and quite thirst

Meanin what, meanin that I'm a 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 ??? 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-assin toupee

I roll with ballers and thugs to make my image legit

Even though back in the day they told me I was the shit

I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit

Eh, 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

It blows up in a couple minutes

Expand the pockets so your girl's hand's all in it

I see ya shorty starin at me on the guest line

But these four backstage'll do me just fine

Or five, that's 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 gots, I get

Them that's not shall lose

But man, you gotta get it while the gettin is good

Now, if you can get it all this much and this fast

Don't be tellin me you wouldn't 'cause I know that you would

Them that's gots, I get

Them that's not shall lose

But god, I gotta get it while the gettin is good

Now, if you can get it all this much and this fast

Don't be tellin me you wouldn't 'cause I know that you would


Yo, I'm number one, but the bullet can't hack it now

The Billboard need a full metal jacket now

You see my face all day 'til it make you sick

I got a hand full of cards, you can take your pick

Now who'd a thought this bullshit song'd have me seen

And every video and every other magazine

With more attention than a jet black drag queen

At a convention with a Grand Dragon Klans meetin

Kids hang on every word I say like a damn fiend

It's too bad it don't stand for a damn thing

They parents say I'm too nasty for they damn team

But I ain't write it so don't ask me what the fuck it mean

I got some other shit to worry 'bout instead

The more money, more problems like the man said

Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs

But my accountant said I can't get out the damn red

I heard that people gettin tired of my song now

The album drops and now my fans are gettin hostile

I only had one song that got the style right

The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night

My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig

The same clubs and restaraunts that kept me well fed

Reject my credit like a Muslim do a bore's head

Good thing my boss is my boy so I ain't gotta beg

But now he hollerin at me like 'yo, where the loot went?'

We had to clear the damn sample when the loop went

We comin up type short like an indent

And I just learned a new word called recoupment

I got paid for the video equipment

And every other detail a red cent spent

Oh hell nah, don't talk about no fuckin fine print

Well tell me this, how the hell I'm gonna pay the rent

I got a little landlord so now I tiptoe

In and out the crib to find a way to get dough

Can't make another record 'cause I can't flow

But I could tell you a little story

And that shit go


[talking]

Once upon a, I don't know

Used to be a brother named Kastro

Had a little problem with his cash flow


[Chorus x3: fades in]

Them that's gots, I get

Them that's not shall lose

But God bless the child that could write his own rhyme

Some might choose to pray, some might choose to snooze

But the style that I use is the style that's mine

Them that's gots, I get

Them that's not shall lose

But God bless the child that could write his own rhyme

Some might choose to pray, some might choose to snooze

But the style that I use is the style that's mine


[mixing to fade]