Lyrics Heaven Sakes - Skee-Lo

Heaven Sakes

Fresh Ideas.
I waited a long time to drop this album.
I hope nobody expects me to hold my tongue.
Niggas gone feel me!
The Game sometimes;
It gets dirty as coal miners.
What’s wrong with the fans they suffer from Alzheimer’s?
Don’t these niggas know I’m the greatest of all timers?
One-Hit-Wonder no wonder you got a shiner.
I done collected more frequent flyer miles in air liner’s, & slept in luxurious
hotels & ate at dinners.
What happened to the old school rappers where did they go now, promoters say
only 2-k for freaking shows now.
Two-time Grammy nominee ain’t stopping me from ever doing shit just changing my
economy.
I got my Mojo back like Austin Powers, suckers tried to bring me down like the
twin towers.
In one hour, I come back and regain power, & leave everybody in here with a
golden shower.
It’s like cooking chicken in grease with no flower.
The shit just ain’t right if I ain’t in power.
In one hour, in one hour, in one hour, in one hour.
Yea!
My life is out of control the shit it aint easy, I put the women on hold before
the game leaves me, before the cops seize me, before the money tease me,
I end up taking it all a nigga so greedy.
I got a woman who loves me she say’s I’m so needy, now I’m surrounded by
rappers who fucking can’t see me, I’m fucking eating Wheaties;
I should be
eating steak, I should be living the life nigga for heaven sakes!
o more white rice, biscuits, & black beans!
in the game I know how to map things.
All you niggas is acting, better watch out for my back swing.
I was at home at work in the lab when you was out fucking relaxing,
what happened?
You mean to tell me you aint got no love for SKEE-LO?
If I had a dime for every time nigga’s said that shit you’d be broke.
Too much chronic & weed smoke, groupies in my Learjet, so-and-so is next to
blow, well guess what little brother were next!
Like Pure sex this feels good, so much safer with latex.
The red pill, the blue pill, Keanue Reeves & the Matrix.
Like white chicks who get face lifts, it’s going to hurt a lot, but you’re
going to look good.
Then after that get pudding pops like Bill Cosby in that sweater would.
Like FOI & the brother hood, got Master Fard Muhammad flows.
Everybody want to cop my album to find out how my story goes, and it goes.
My life is out of control the shit it aint easy, I put the women on hold before
the game leaves me, before the cops seize me, before the money tease me,
I end up taking it all a nigga so greedy.
I got a woman who loves me she say’s I’m so needy, now I’m surrounded by
rappers who fucking can’t see me, I’m fucking eating Wheaties;
I should be
eating steak, I should be living the life nigga for heaven sakes!