Sarcasm Lyrics

Sarcasm lyrics

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I tried to be cool w/ you bitch but that shit don't sell



What you expect, for my records to respect females?



Everybody gotta diss the chicks but LL



The greatest of all time love-rhymer, oh well



You can gather your bags, head to mama's house, fine



But you whined when my music wasn't making a dime



So whuddup with the double standard



You took me for granted 'cause I was broke



Now you gettin' backhanded



Straight reprimanded and branded a ho



We can have a home and not owe, stack this dough



We shouldn't be fightin', pressin' charges with the po'



When you said stop flowin' if the cash don't flow



It's hard to believe that's the way you gon' be



When it's another emcee, you cool



Like, 'they ain't talkin' 'bout me'



But when the spotlight turns on me



If you wanna be mad, be mad, fuck that, flee



That love wasn't no more permanent than your Lee nails



I tried to be cool w/ you bitch but that shit don't sell







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How can I respect the woman



And call life the bitch



When life's a gift?







Figure I'ma be like everybody else whose cd's you buy



So fuck all y'all hoes except mama



Pac showed y'all love



But y'all gave him more love for the drama



Or am I wrong?



Let's just move on



See a song is a song ain't it?



A hit can keep bellies full, can't it?



Sell a million records and nobody's complaining



Regardless of what I'm saying



So if you can't handle me saying scandalous thangs



Why are you staying?



Can I keep arena's crunk



without saying fucked up stuff?



Is talent alone gonna be enough?



This relationship shit is tough



With your views all twisted up



My mouth always did get me in trouble



But I'm standing firm



Living like royalty when the checks come in



For my new song, "nut in your perm"



Even overseas it'll earn real well



I tried to be cool w/ you bitch



But that shit don't sell



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Mad at Tip 'cause he went there, like it ain't art, yeah



But mum's the word on the cats who just start there



Biggie could care less, hideous (no), tight (yes)



So why won't you be my video ho



I passed up a whole bunch of one-night stands



By talkin' too much like I was tryin' to be their man



I won't make that mistake again, mark my words



I speak how I feel, it's culty, smart, for nerds



Not the quality of labelI deserve



So for now on, every broad I touch gets served



Y'all all on my dick 'cause I rap, at least I write it like that



With a real life quill in my fluffy mack hat



Take that, stank ass whores, giving you what you cool with



I ain't no fool but the rules are the rules (bitch)



Trash all the letters my ex sends in the mail



Tried to be cool with your black ass, but it don't sell



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