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