LL Cool J

LL Cool J - Cheesy Rat Blues lyrics

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Nothin can save ya
 Nothin  can save ya
 Nothin can save ya
 *scratched* Nothin

 Just throw your hands in the air
 And wave 'em like you just don't care
 Keep 'em there
 Yo  run the jewels  run the jewels  run the jewels

 *scratched* Can you feel it

 Verse One:

 I used to be rollin like a millionaire
 Cash in a flash  bankroll to spare
 Homeboys hangin, champagne and girls
 Got my main woman Diamonds, my mistress Pearls
 Everybody laughin at my corny jokes
 I was stupid; I thought that they were sincere folks
 It turned out they liked the money and the fame
 If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James
 The nobody, who dreamed about bein somebody
 Chief rocker at the party
 And they was hangin like, "Yo, I'm your man
 I don't even care about the ring on your hand"
 We'd go out to eat and chill
 But they would go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the bill
 I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter
 Too busy with a female tellin me I'm the master
 I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
 I got play, here, let me show ya"
 Used to have a girl that was on the ball
 When the cash flow got low, so did her calls
 Used to have a homeboy, always chillin
 My cash went low, he told me I was illin
 And don't call cause he don't hang with derelicts
 Broke with no cash, yo, I was in the mix
 Everybody stepped cause my pocket wasn't fat
 My girl got a new man, I fixed his flat
 I'm the one that they're laughin' at
 They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

 Chorus: *BizMarkie again*

 Can you feel it?
 Can you feel it?
 Can you feel it?
 Can you feel it?
 Nothin can save ya

 Verse Two:

 I mean crabbin, played out by backstabbin; I feel like tiein
 a anchor to my ankle and jumpin right in the ocean
 Cause I'm ashy and I can't afford lotion
 So-called friends in the jewelry store
 Told me, "Todd, come back when you get off tour"
 Souped as hell, I really regret it
 Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit
 How can a man like me
 be walkin around in a world of misery?
 And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine
 Cause they be walkin past me like I'm a stop sign
 My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty
 Sayin, "Todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
 The Benz was slammin, the Jeep was pumpin
 Ain't that somethin?
 I just laugh, this isn't what I was raised for
 When I walk away, it's like ain't this a
 kick in the rear, that I'm standin here
 And can't afford a tissue for my tear
 Should I drink wine and brandy
 or get a job puttin stripes on candy
 Or put a hole in donuts?
 Cause when you're broke, your middle name is "so-what?"
 I had to learn in an incredibly fast way
 When you ain't got no money they treat you like an ashtray
 I pawned all my jewelry and clothes
 Right after that, I got dissed by all the hoes
 that I thought was mine, but really never was
 Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz
 That my tank was on "E", and that means empty
 That Twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me
 Everybody thought I was trippin
 I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on slippin
 I'm the man that they're laughin at
 They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

 Repeat chorus

 Verse Three:

 I wanna hang with my man like, "Let's do this"
 But this man like "Who this?"
 That's right, the brother got two faces
 They got me puttin the tips on shoelaces
 P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket
 My motto is... I don't care
 I don't give a damn, so what, why try?
 I might as well rob some Blake Carrington sucker for his money
 It's so funny
 Cars ride by with the boomin system
 Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
 Now I'm on the cheeseline, poverty-stricken
 As the red tape thickens
 I go to the park, they wanna baseball-bat me
 I go to the mall, they throw my old tapes at me
 I'm so horny
 And every girl I know be like, "He's so corny"
 I want money in a hurry
 I'm gettin tired of leftover curry
 I wanna fall off, but I don't know where the edge is
 I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges
 Now I realize I gotta go for mine
 It's windshield time
 I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickles
 and a kiddy's tricycle
 I'm a desperado
 "I'ma steal your rims" is my motto
 I watch wrestlin until I'm dizzy sore
 So if you're cashin your rent check, know how to get busy
 Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake
 Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
 I need beer
 I'ma catch the Miller truck out there
 You know how they throw, the newspapers in the morning
 The owner don't want em
 I'm the man that they're laughin at
 They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that."

 Repeat chorus

 Outro:

 So yo, one more time, one more time
 Party people in the house tonight

 Just throw your hands in the air
 And wave em like you just don't care
 Keep em there
 Run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
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Language: English

Appearing on: Mama Said Knock You Out (1998)

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