Brandon Joyce - Than L.A. Got Scripts lyrics

Verse 1 I got more rhymes than L.A. got scripts And fake tits, and facelifts, and people that make it Number of actresses I get as a waitress Wait-lists and D-list who act like A-list Wannabe rock stars and number of sad songs More than a psychic reads a bad palm More than addictions, adderall prescriptions Afflictions, auditions, and fuel emissions Rescue and service dogs and dog walkers People that forget about the love God offers People getting paid in cash forgetting taxes Highway crashes and acting cla**es More than the number of sunny days in a decade And more than the people on Sunday waking up with a headache And the women getting tucks in their tummies Comedians that ain't funny, breaks that ain't coming (Chorus 1) We got a lot of a lot But every rhyme that I got has got me up on the top And I can make it so hot my ice water (watermelon) is hot Man I've only got a little but what I got is a lot (Verse 2) I've got more rhymes than LA got dick cops Pawn, thrift and gift shops, and hip spots Hipsters, drifters, tricksters, weightlifters Visitors and pictures of wax figures Parking meters street sweepers and street sleepers Anti-beef leaf eaters and weed dealers Gluten free recipes, every one of the STD's Methamphetamine, coke, h**n, and ecstasy Culture, vultures, p**n All the weirdo's up on Hollywood and Orange Farmers markets and starving artists And starving starlets who became, well, heartless Beach cruising beach bums who beat drums Looking for a little bit of change to eat lunch Ethnic foods and domestic disputes New transplants that elect to move (Chorus 2) We got a lot of a lot But every rhyme that I got has got me up on the top And I can make it so hot my milk shake (margarita) is hot Man I've only got a little but what I got is a lot (Verse 3) I got more rhymes than LA got gay pride And Snoop Dogg fans that stay high And helicopters out looking for a suspect Men looking at a young girl get undressed Lawsuits, lawyers, ninja warriors Pissed off customers of Time Warner Scams and suspicious vans People telling me about a race they ran Pot-holed asphalt, snot nosed adults Those thinking everybody else is at fault Uber drivers, I imagine scuba divers Tiny apartments with room dividers Flyers underneath our windshield wipers Convicted molesters that can't get hired Women that are just too god dang gorgeous And expensive divorces (Pre-Chorus) We got a lot of a lot But every rhyme that I got has got me up on the top And I can make it so hot your bitter heart is hot The cold side of your pillow and your sweat glands hot My beer cooler is hot, the shade is hot Even Ice Cube's iceberg lettuce is hot And the ocean breeze, my cold feet, and tank tops Silk sheets, Roxy beats, and champagne's hot (Chorus 3) We got a lot of a lot But every rhyme that I got has got me up on the top And I can make it so hot your cold sores are hot (for the chill women) Man I've only got a little but what I got is a lot (I've got a lot of a little and I'm only beginning)