Mr. Lif - Status (feat. Insight) Lyrics
Status{LifI was mad dipButterfly collars and shitChains from the slave shipDreads with the wave kitBifocals and wing-tipsVelvet pants and a velour coatLooked in the mirror"Damn I look dope"Folded up the singles in my loot-clipPut a sock in my pants on some Uncle Luke shitDressed to impressNow I'm ready to goThe club is twelve blocks awayAnd I got no loot, soI walk ten and take a cab for twoBlack duct tape over the hole in my shoeI've got the hottest dance steps:Running Man, Cabbage PatchPlus the Robocop, then I bring back the WalkJaws will drop, and all the ladies will flockBrothers thinking, "What he got that I ain't got"I'll tell ya fella, it's written in my best sellerIt started to rain, I got no umbrellaThe walking turned to runningStill I look stunningCovered enough ground before myTaxi could summonGot to the spa and hopped out at the frontTripped over the curb, limping cuz my toes were stubbedThen I tried to give pounds to people I didn't know ("yo, what's up y'all!")At Lucy & Joe's, my destination was the back doorNot because the bouncer told me not to come backI'm just sneaking in the club because I got it like that{InsightI remember when you used to be brokeIgnored when you spokeAnd people would take you for a jokeYou used to go to the club, and look like a scrubBut couldn't afford the admissionFrom outside you're looking inWaiting for a chance to slip byYou slide through the back doorBut you wasn't supposed to be thereYou'd look like an idiot if you got caught, but you didn't careJust as long as you got your groove onIt was smooth sailing, they was playing the Thong SongYou're feeling shorty with the boots onCutting through the crowd sideways, it's time to move strongTo cool kick it, say something slick off the topFlash your jewels, fix your suitFidgeting with your wristwatchBut while you was in the corner acting the big shot.?They threw on some hip-hopPeople got on the dance floorAnd a bouncer saw you standing at the corner near the door ("Hey you!")He started walking your way, to muscle you outSince you refused to paySo there was nothing for you to sayWhen he blew up your spotAnd threw you out the front to the floor("I told you not to come back here!")Past the bar on the right through the double doorsYou mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement("Goddamn.")People in line started laughing ("Haha!")When they threw you half-assScreaming that you wasn't allowed back inBut that was back, acting like nothing happenedYou patted your Tims off, depressed from embarrassmentIt could have been fresh, it would have been lavishOne day you'll make it and won't have to deal with this madness*scratches* "My status is the maddest"
