Dujeous - Cake lyrics

[Chorus:] Hear that stomach rumblin' Hungry for a piece of that cake Dope ain't the only form of that hustlin' Damn, I need a piece of that cake [repeat] [Verse 1: Rheturik] Take this personal and literal Don't mean to dishevel you I'm just taking the top quarter Of your four-layer devil's food So take the candles off But leave the frosting on Your celebration's belated I knew this day would come Rearrange your budgets for marketing and tour support Big bills, you best believe I'm checking for watermarks Better off uplinking angelo and wiring it Or setting up something in the Cayman Islands Ok, I'm whylin' But the simple fact is The other acts you got are out of practice And hyperactive Plus slightly f*ggot The mic be magic in our hands That's why we have it The pressure messes up the tension in your racket And now it's back to love-love, first game, second set You spent your whole damn advance Now it's advantage us We do this for the love-love Don't get it tossed or twist You copped a tennis bracelet But we cut off your wrist [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mojo] Needing the cake Reason why the rent is late Pushing stakes In the hearts of the vampires that's living fake Spending twenty-one bucks to get a break Every week now nine to five this ain't no give and take I'd rather just make music But it's too difficult The record deal's elusive like a animal that's mythical A typical week Cop a twentysack If it's good, it's gravy Fifties or better I need a raise, see It's crazy To stay afloat Cats with cake stay in harmony I'm standing in line to pick a note When it's Filling your coats And it's That hope floats And it's paying a note on a crib that ain't dope Second-cla** citizen I just can't cope Got me drowning in deep water on a hustle from broke [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mas D] Two fat chicks hustle to the store to get chips One crackhead sits on the corner for fix Three duns beat him down for kicks Take his two-for-five money And they buy a nick of that sh** We call it schwag, they think it's chocolate Everybody get high Somebody's getting rich Three good ol' boys eating steaks Puffing Cubans The n***as that rolled Œem Puffing Newp's, eating Cubans Cops on the strip Tell ho's to keep it moving Taxpayer gets locked up for who*e-cruising The cake's still baking And it ain't too amusing For those with no slice Ego get a good bruising Crime rate high and it's not too confusing The rich whip cream and the rest just losing [Chorus x2]