Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Shammin', artist - Big Daddy Kane. Album song Looks Like A Job For..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Stop Shammin' |
One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue |
Between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during |
The days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block |
With Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch |
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel |
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal |
Now in ninety-three I’m still bein me |
You think my 'fridgerator ain’t full of Olde E? |
Huh |
A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie |
Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches |
And I don’t try to act brand new |
Eatin escargots and usin words like «rendezvous» |
The ghetto life I’ve seen a lot overcome |
Make a little money and then forget where they came from |
Livin a plastic lifestyle, you’re more false than dentures |
Don’t make me pull your file -- stop shammin! |
«Stop, hold-up, pause, wait» (2X) |
Stop shammin! |
So why you wanna be what you’re not? |
And claim to have things that you know you ain’t got |
You’re just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money |
On Luster’s pink oil moisturizer |
Just to make your hair curly and thin |
You say, «Black is beautiful,» but then you go and bleach your skin |
Money you’re worse than Yacub |
Cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two |
Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever |
And nmmana-nah-nah I just can’t believe ya |
It’s quite obvious you don’t wanna be a black man |
So what’s next — you’re gonna join the Klu Klux Klan? |
You sold out to your race and it’s a big disgrace |
You can’t look your own people in the face |
You wonder why it ain’t no black schools or hospitals |
You’re makin millions of dollars and it’s pitiful |
That you can donate to leukemia all the time |
But you can’t give the Nation of Islam a dime |
They mention Muslims, you change the subject |
You can’t even shake Farrakhan hand in public |
That whole busy attitude is a sham |
Umm bro, umm brother, umm. |
Brougham, stop shammin! |
«Stop, hold-up, pause, wait» (2X) |
«Change the groove and fuck it up a little bit» |
I look in the mirror, at times I say, «Damn Black Caesar; |
How’d you get to be the woman pleaser?» |
Cause I remember when girls didn’t notice me |
And now they wanna Come and Talk To Me like Jodeci |
It’s strange, how back in the days I couldn’t get with em |
Now all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythm |
Well I’ma hit it, but still I show no pity |
So I hope you don’t think you gonna be in my next video |
And many brothers I never even ran with |
Be actin like they been hangin with me since I was a kid |
I mean just to get a piece of the action |
Man they start rememberin more times than Michael Jackson |
But I can’t fade to the tag-alongs |
That want me to drag em on |
Frontin like a friend just so I can put em in |
But you cuttin yourself paper thin — stop shammin! |
«Stop, hold-up, pause, wait» (2X) |
And I’m out |