Afrika Islam - Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous lyrics

Artist: Ice-T Album: O.G. Original Gangster Song: Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets Get fly crash the limo back seats Lookin' in the faces Of some ladies that I never met On the interview tip, no sweat They ask me questions I throw the words back They say they write facts I know that's bull crap They're kickin' drama But then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings Don't wanta pick it up But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up Another damn reporter On the line with a word quiz I gotta show cause I'm livin' in showbiz Out the limo, to the plane In the pourin' rain I hate flyin' But there's no time for slow trains Another show to do I gotta catch my crew They left last night In the bus around two The plane's a small one No fun at all Bouncin' round the air Like a tennis ball When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground But it's time to wreck a new town Get to the arena, meet up with the crew They tell me all the speakers blew The cordless don't work Sound man's a jerk Somebody's gonna get hurt I'm crazy mad But my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns Into fake laughs I can't be rude Cause they wouldn't understand I ain't human no more, I'm a superman CHORUS You can try But you'll never understand this You can try But you'll never understand this You can try But you'll never understand this The lifestyles of the rich and infamous Four hours 'til show time oh well I might as well check in the hotel Get a little rest before it's time for us to play Ten brothers standin' in the hallway All with demo tapes They need the hook up They heard that I was The one to look up I can't ditch 'em Cause they already saw me I'll put my head down Maybe they'll ignore me No chance "Ice what's goin' on?" I listened to twenty-five songs And after that the brothers still wouldn't leave They started lookin' at my T.V I was gonna break down if they didn't jet soon Snuck across the hall and crashed in E's room But then this freak came in, thought I was E Straddled her legs across me Ripped off her blouse Pushed her breast against my face Started gyrating her waist. Sounds fly Like a hype s** thriller? But see, she looked like Godzilla Pushed her off me Home girl hit the floor This is what it's like on tour I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick "Could weez take ya picture real quick?" Jumped into a pose That I used a million times before Took pictures With the whole damn floor I couldn't say no, not to my fans You see they wouldn't understand CHORUS Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records But we still gotta go time The house is packed Everybody's on their feet So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat." E hits the fader and the crowd is lit I start bustin' off some new sh** The stage is so smokey That I almost fall off, I start inhalin' it I'm tryin' not to cough I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth But my words are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my ankle If that ain't enough The police are hawkin' Listenin' real close To the words I'm talkin' They wanna put a brother like me In the back seat Just because I curse the beat They wanna tap my phone Wanna keep my crib bugged Call all my homies Felons and street thugs You might say I think this lifestyle s**s? I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks Although it's all Not glamour and gleam It's still my dream CHORUS