LL Cool J - Cheesy Rat Blues Lyrics
Intro: sampled from the vapors by bizmarkieNothin can save yaNothin can save yaNothin can save ya*scratched* nothinJust throw your hands in the airAnd wave em like you just dont careKeep em thereYo run the jewels run the jewels run the jewels*scratched* can you feel itVerse one:I used to be rollin like a millionaireCash in a flash bankroll to spareHomeboys hangin, champagne and girlsGot my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearlsEverybody laughin at my corny jokesI was stupid; I thought that they were sincere folksIt turned out they liked the money and the fameIf I aint get paid, Id be that nobody jamesThe nobody, who dreamed about bein somebodyChief rocker at the partyAnd they was hangin like, yo, Im your manI dont even care about the ring on your handWed go out to eat and chillBut they would go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the billI didnt notice all the chuckles and laughterToo busy with a female tellin me Im the masterI was slick like, huh, do I know you?I got play, here, let me show yaUsed to have a girl that was on the ballWhen the cash flow got low, so did her callsUsed to have a homeboy, always chillinMy cash went low, he told me I was illinAnd dont call cause he dont hang with derelictsBroke with no cash, yo, I was in the mixEverybody stepped cause my pocket wasnt fatMy girl got a new man, I fixed his flatIm the one that theyre laughin atThey say, cheesy rat, you aint all thatChorus: *bizmarkie again*Can you feel it?Can you feel it?Can you feel it?Can you feel it?Nothin can save yaVerse two:I mean crabbin, played out by backstabbin; I feel like tieinA anchor to my ankle and jumpin right in the oceanCause Im ashy and I cant afford lotionSo-called friends in the jewelry storeTold me, todd, come back when you get off tourSouped as hell, I really regret itNow the only thing I got in my pocket is bad creditHow can a man like meBe walkin around in a world of misery?And if women like a man with a body, its not mineCause they be walkin past me like Im a stop signMy homeboys laugh when they pass the fortySayin, todd, as if he used to have a sportyThe benz was slammin, the jeep was pumpinAint that somethin?I just laugh, this isnt what I was raised forWhen I walk away, its like aint this aKick in the rear, that Im standin hereAnd cant afford a tissue for my tearShould I drink wine and brandyOr get a job puttin stripes on candyOr put a hole in donuts?Cause when youre broke, your middle name is so-what?I had to learn in an incredibly fast wayWhen you aint got no money they treat you like an ashtrayI pawned all my jewelry and clothesRight after that, I got dissed by all the hoesThat I thought was mine, but really never wasSoon the whole neighborhood got the buzzThat my tank was on e, and that means emptyThat twinkie looks good, so mister dont tempt meEverybody thought I was trippinI rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on slippinIm the man that theyre laughin atThey say, cheesy rat, you aint all thatRepeat chorusVerse three:I wanna hang with my man like, lets do thisBut this man like who this?Thats right, the brother got two facesThey got me puttin the tips on shoelacesP on the puma, a mop and a bucketMy motto is... I dont careI dont give a damn, so what, why try?I might as well rob some blake carrington sucker for his moneyIts so funnyCars ride by with the boomin systemSayin, leave him alone, my man already dissed himNow Im on the cheeseline, poverty-strickenAs the red tape thickensI go to the park, they wanna baseball-bat meI go to the mall, they throw my old tapes at meIm so hornyAnd every girl I know be like, hes so cornyI want money in a hurryIm gettin tired of leftover curryI wanna fall off, but I dont know where the edge isIm so hungry, I eat my neighbors hedgesNow I realize I gotta go for mineIts windshield timeI take quarters, pennies, dimes and nicklesAnd a kiddys tricycleIm a desperadoIma steal your rims is my mottoI watch wrestlin until Im dizzy soreSo if youre cashin your rent check, know how to get busyGo to the drive-through, run with a milkshakeGo to the supermarket, pocket a raw steakI need beerIma catch the miller truck out thereYou know how they throw, the newspapers in the morningThe owner dont want emIm the man that theyre laughin atThey say, cheesy rat, you aint all that.Repeat chorusOutro:So yo, one more time, one more timeParty people in the house tonightJust throw your hands in the airAnd wave em like you just dont careKeep em thereRun the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
