| In real, reality
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| Finer things
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| Yo, mama didn’t raise no jacker
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| Gun packer, nor a slack-jawed jokel or a slacker
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| See 'cause all the things I became never remain my soul aim
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| Had money and fame before I tamed the rap game
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| I hustled and shit, but never was rich
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| And never gave an inch to a gold digging (Hooch)
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| My family ain’t rich, no, I got no rich people
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| And I associate wealthy folks with global evil and greed
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| Happiness and wealth is not equal
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| I still be eating waffles up at Roscoe’s on Pico with butter
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| And kickin' where niggas is like brothers
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| Not because they got big names like Scatman Crothers
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| Or Arnold Schwarzenegger, I flex rebel behavior
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| One man’s trash is another man’s savior
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| I’m here to show ‘em
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| So this performance will be defining, like Jack in The Shining
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| The finer things in life c’mon
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| Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)
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| Those are the finer things in life to me
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| The finer things in life, c’mon!
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| Good food, good weed, good women, good music (life, life, life, life)
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| Those are the finer things in life to me
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| The finer things in life, life
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| You know what?
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| I like to grab the mic with my black love Noogas
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| And make the onlookers say «Good-googa-mooga»
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| I’d rather bone ugly sugar, than pay a hooker
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| And I go for family women, weed smokers, good cookers
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| And I don’t buy dames no diamonds, she would know how I feel
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| It’s revealed when I’m rhymin'
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| And puttin' time in puffin' purple heroin sonny island
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| Pilin' money doing dodge art and low profiling, all the while
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| And when it comes to fashion it ain’t price but style
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| 'Cause any fool with loot could buy the same suit
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| Get knocked atop the docks wearin' cheap shit
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| That all the ghetto babies can afford once they peep it
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| You see it ain’t about clubs
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| A true Mac can Mac butt naked
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| To all my real brothers never fake it
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| I’ve never seen Twista
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| I’d like to get twisted brother and then we switch careers like Twisted Sister
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| Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)
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| Those are the finer things in life to me
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| The finer things in life, c’mon!
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| Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)
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| Those are the finer things in life to me
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| The finer things in life, life
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| Word, I’m just tryna make snaps so I can treat folks and be good
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| Keep constant chronic and buy a big black Fleetwood
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| And have myself a family, brought myself a plant or three
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| Stop and see the homies when I’m rolling past Gramercy
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| Prolly sport Dickies, will still sag
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| Never fucked with no fag, but don’t gay bash
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| Stay in tune with the Creator, better now than later
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| 'Cause some wait till too late and wish they lived greater
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| But me I live righteous right here and right now
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| And drop freestyles to make the whole cypher foul
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| And fans of you money-crazed rappers across the land
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| I’ma translate for you, so y’all can understand
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| If I grab the mic and bust and they say «Go Droopie!»
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| It’s like I bought a Polo or a brand new Coogi
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| Or if somebody tell me that my record rock the underground party
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| It’s like struttin' around in Versace, now watch me
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| Enjoy life without being flossy and flamboyant as the finer things become
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| clairvoyant to ya
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| Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)
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| Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)
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| Those are the finer things in life to me
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| The finer things in life, c’mon!
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| Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)
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| Those are the finer things in life to me
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| The finer things in life, c’mon! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Finer Things , by - Dr. OopSong from the album Outer Xellence (Kan Essentials), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп