Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Variety, artist - Moka Only. Date of issue: 04.10.1999
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Variety |
| I get hit with something phat just when I’m feeling I got no gift |
| To give the world, unbound, it all gets turned around |
| I’ve earned a firm place in this with the permasound |
| Ever been around a winning sound without even knowing? |
| It’s the story of my career, sometimes, now I’m grinnin', owing |
| Slim pickings dumb, became a little bit plumper |
| And when she started showin' attitude I was like, «No problem if I dump her.» |
| Stroll down the corridors of this industry wards |
| With more knowledge of how to gain more |
| So eat my shorts |
| I peep my ports |
| I gotta be across the country in four hours |
| Hit the fo-tel |
| Go tell my folks I’m here |
| Smoke some beer |
| Drink some herb and all that wild stuff that stars do |
| The only difference is, integrity out the ass and I’m stayin' true |
| And you better be flexible partner |
| If I’ll be payin' you |
| I feel a bit nervous, I got some prayin' to do |
| Man, ain’t I just an oddity to outshine the moon? |
| With quality and quantity to fill your afternoon |
| Drivin' around in headphone while I’m in a coffee saloon |
| Puttin' mo' good stuff down, feelin' the urge to croon |
| My world got such a wild variety to choose from |
| Things can be so good, you’d wonder where I’d get the blues from |
| But things can get so bad I feel like good won’t return 'em |
| I’m a basket case with fantastic taste at a drastic pace |
| Okay Monday was cool |
| I woke up, I read the paper |
| I rolled downtown, and looked around and got naked |
| Tuesday was chill |
| I sold tapes on the corner |
| Hit up the radio station and dropped a little promo |
| Wednesday was tight |
| Blockbuster night and long distance |
| Calls on the phone with operator assistance |
| My Thursday was bumpin' |
| Made love for six hours straight |
| Then grabbed my cans and painted freight trains till late |
| Friday was grand with my arch in my hand |
| Recorded more damn songs than I can humanly stand |
| Saturday was sleep day |
| Sunday, L.A. baby |
| Rent me a Bentley and pretended I’m in the Navy |
| See what I mean? |
| You ain’t gotta be so one dimensional |
| I rap with a gentle flow |
| I chill where the lentils grow |
| And implement my senses for that old foresight |
| And indulge in more travels and food and more mics |
| Cause I gotta get around |
| Gots to get around |
| I gotta fill up my life with alllll that, all that good stuff in the promise |
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| My world got such a wild variety to choose from |
| Things can be so good, you’d wonder where I’d get the blues from |
| But things can get so bad I feel like good won’t return 'em |
| I’m a basket case with fantastic taste at a drastic pace |