Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Status, artist - Insight. Album song I Phantom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Status |
I was mad dip |
Butterfly collars and shit |
Chains from the slave ship |
Dreads with the wave kit |
Bifocals and wing-tips |
Velvet pants and a velour coat |
Looked in the mirror |
Damn I look dope |
Folded up the singles in my loot-clip |
Put a sock in my pants on some Uncle Luke shit |
Dressed to impress |
Now I’m ready to go The club is twelve blocks away |
And I got no loot, so I walk ten and take a cab for two |
Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe |
I’ve got the hottest dance steps: |
Running Man, Cabbage Patch |
Plus the Robocop, then I bring back the Walk |
Jaws will drop, and all the ladies will flock |
Brothers thinking, What he got that I ain’t got |
I’ll tell ya fella, it’s written in my best seller |
It started to rain, I got no umbrella |
The walking turned to running |
Still I look stunning |
Covered enough ground before my Taxi could summon |
Got to the spa and hopped out at the front |
Tripped over the curb, limping cuz my toes were stubbed |
Then I tried to give pounds to people I didn’t know (yo, what’s up y’all!) |
At Lucy &Joe's, my destination was the back door |
Not because the bouncer told me not to come back |
I’m just sneaking in the club because I got it like that |
I remember when you used to be broke |
Ignored when you spoke |
And people would take you for a joke |
You used to go to the club, and look like a scrub |
But couldn’t afford the admission |
From outside you’re looking in Waiting for a chance to slip by You slide through the back door |
But you wasn’t supposed to be there |
You’d look like an idiot if you got caught, but you didn’t care |
Just as long as you got your groove on It was smooth sailing, they was playing the Thong Song |
You’re feeling shorty with the boots on Cutting through the crowd sideways, it’s time to move strong |
To cool kick it, say something slick off the top |
Flash your jewels, fix your suit |
Fidgeting with your wristwatch |
But while you was in the corner acting the big shot. |
They threw on some hip-hop |
People got on the dance floor |
And a bouncer saw you standing at the corner near the door (Hey you!) |
He started walking your way, to muscle you out |
Since you refused to pay |
So there was nothing for you to say |
When he blew up your spot |
And threw you out the front to the floor |
(I told you not to come back here!) |
Past the bar on the right through the double doors |
You mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement |
(Goddamn.) |
People in line started laughing (Haha!) |
When they threw you half-ass |
Screaming that you wasn’t allowed back in But that was back, acting like nothing happened |
You patted your Tims off, depressed from embarrassment |
It could have been fresh, it would have been lavish |
One day you’ll make it and won’t have to deal with this madness |