Crooked I - Tap Dance lyrics

[Distorted Woman's Voice] Recently, to improve album sales, many artists have started to lie about ...what they are ...what they do ...and who they are (echoes) [Chino XL] As a kid I could have sworn every thing a rapper said was the truth Cause NWA had guns in the booth Ice T really pimped hoes in a suit Rakim was god and Slick Rick wasn't scared to shoot (pap pap pap) Nowadays artists lie in their rhymes n***as is tap dancin to their graves like Gregory Hines I figure great minds like me and Crooked I Dull rappers shines like the South did to NY The lyric god fathers smash through ya window And strangle ya a** to d**h with ya car charger We the last monsters, crook and chino Cause n***as try to decipher the flows like the Da Vinci code They say we finnin to explode now on the pop side Rap gave birth to you it's time to get her tubes tied I've been in the cut like hydrogen peroxide Music business making me cry like when Proof died Lyric Jesus been nailed to the cross Make some real moves, take ya tap shoes off Dog what you gonna do to me You ain't even from the hood n***a ..you from a gated community [Hook: Crooked I] + (Chino XL) They tap dancers, man they tap dancers (Ask for the truth..) There's no straight answers (How many guns you got?) None (How many people you shot?) None (You ain't advancin, you tap dancin) They tap dancers, man they tap dancers (Ask for the truth..) There's no straight answers (How many years you was locked?) None (Stop lyin to your fans, you fake man that's the tap dance) [Crooked I] Dancin around the truth you rappers are actin Come out of the booth and need tough actin Tinactin Metal plates on the bottom of your Air Force Ones That's what happenin your not rappin your tappin Listen, I can hear 'em tap dancin Label told 'em the hidden secret to ad-vancin Tell the world your strapped just like rap mansion And crack took you to a shack to a fat mansion Ask 'em, Crooked I been poor before I've had to sleep on the floor before I've went to war before I've shut down j**elery stores before But that's my life por favor Can you give us more of yours Cause your life will never be mine Steadily lyin in every line You got the deadlies nine The heaviest shine Yea Chi, n***as wanna be Gregory Hines [Hook] [Crooked I] The Sammy Davis mixed with mister Bojangles Now how the hell a rapper gon' sprain both ankles? I don't somber, Nope!, I don't tangle I'm more like gazelles in L's old Kangol's Heard you on Whoo Kid Said you done two bids Just bought a new crib Jitterbug, little thug, I ain't stu-pid My momma sold more marijuana than you did Holla at her mayne [Chino XL] I seen your new video, you think I don't notice it? You the same coward who used to sing like, Jodeci Your bands a rental, you never pack metal Fake swap meet grill, Paul Wall laughin at ya dental I gotta "Kick, Push" to coast for it Even if I gotta borrow Lupe Fiasco's skateboard Rappin's my son, the love never stops When I'm gone, salute me like Tiger Wood to his pops [Hook] [Deep Voice] Yo, Yo Yo I'mma tell you straight up, scrate up I'm the hardest n***a out here That's it, that's for real, yo I, I Yo, I had concrete for breakfast What's harder than that? Nothin's harder than that yo Nothin You know what I'm sayin Straight up, I'm so paid I'm so paid, I start my fireplace with, with stacks of 100 dollar bills That, man, yo I'm paid 100 dollar bills, You know what I'm sayin? Shiite. Nothin f**in with that You know what I'm sayin. Umm, sh** Just, Just this past weekend, I was shot 38 times, 38 TIMES Who can say that? I mean it was uh, uh, uh friendly game of paint ball but it still hurt You know what I mean? like I mean, Who could say that? Nobody can get shot 38 times and live and talk about it Man, come on son, you know the deal I'm the illest son that's it, that's it, word up Nobody can f** with me, that's for real man (Laughs and echoes) (Beat continues until fade out)