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Can't play the backfield no more I just don't...belong...oh Member of a fly society Styles I got several varieties As a childless god memorizin Scarface in its... Motherfucka you knoww For all of the bitches I Might take home Spray my shirt down Dolce & Gabbana cologne Comin down like my homeboys From Houston Got my celly on silent I'm ignorin my phone Diamonds, Diamonds on my band Cause that's right where they belong Like a trumpet or some symbols Or a set of trombones Your bitch chose to roam In a Spitta zone Now your drunk watchin E.T. Wishing she phone home But deep in your heart You know what she wants SongtexteCause I'm a different type of nigga And that's just what she wants Groundbreaking, Dr. Jay's first dunk Stealing bases Willy Mayes I'm gone Can't play the backfield no more I just don't think that's where I belong I do better on my own Swag crucial, Honestly It gotta be cause niggas that You listenin to probably Stole his style from me Betta, neva, I come up with Something betta, have to catch An elevator all the way up to my level Playin Metal Gear Solid On the playstation 3 for 6 hours My girl in the bedroom sleeping I'm not tired, I would call over A couple of my pilots But them niggas live, they dont Know how to be quiet Shorty gonna wake up and come up In here wildin, hollerin like Keisha did Tommy, If you aint see Belly You dont nothin about it What else can you tell me But my flow so (?) Cook it up a notch with the rhymin Trynna bury spitta in the grave At the bottom, climed up out it Knock you in the same hole Stand on top it Consistent flow, Currensy the hot-spitta So on topic Other niggas lost they need to see The golden compass Brother I'm a boss like Ross Spitta nigga hot like sauce At the And One game breakin Motherfuckas off I had a good job I thought But I couldnt get along with the People in charge I grab my timecard Punched out, I'm off Soft-spoken but a nigga not soft Not at all real niggas stand tall For something Make sure I don't fall for nothing In this game, it's pain for The up and coming No handouts cause Niggas don't owe you nothing Gotta do it for dolo Flashbacks to the conversation Took place between Faith and Monolo The world chico and everything in it I said it, I meant it I get it, I spend it Comfortable living till a motherfucker finished If I'm in it then you know it's not kidding If I'm in it know it got a nice engine You could be a mile away And still hear it That's classic american muscle Stole my bitches numbers and a ipod shuffle I call her over to cut her You call her over to cuddle Knock youself out boy You can't knock my hustle I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks Labels offering checks For a million bucks Ask Roddie if he thought A million was enough He said yes cause he can Hit the streets and triple it up I'm a member of a fly society Styles I got several varieties As childless God memorizin Scarface in it's entirety '80s drug era inspired me That's why I dress how I dress Walk how I walk That's why I rep what I rep Talk how I talk Two rope chains both of them gold I got a swagga like I just came home woah I'm a member of a fly society Styles I got several varieties As childless God memorizin Scarface in it's entirety '80s drug era inspired me That's why I dress how I dress Walk how I walk That's why I rep what I rep Talk how I talk Two rope chains both of them gold I got a swagga like I just came home woah Where haven't we been yet (Where haven't we been yet) Motherfucka You Know You see them airplanes... (Thanks to Curr for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania