Mark Ronson - Tell a Story lyrics

This yo life Yo. You got ups and you got downs, man You got downs and you got ups We all go through the same thing on different days Don't act like you ain't like me What you don't put your pants on one leg at a time? What's goin on wit cha playa? Let me tell you something, man I might even tell you 'bout yo life on this one Lookie here.. [Hook] (La, la la la la la la, la la la, la) These are things we all go through It's everyday life, just me and you Don't feel bad I know you feel that (La, la la la la la la, la la la, la) Things will happen every day Around the world or around your way. We just Tell the story. Tell the story [Rhymefest] Where can I start? Start at the part He at the park, playin his part Proving his role, weightin them O's Just got fronted an eighth of that blow Now he burnin the pot, watchin it rock Back on the block wit a few in his sock New in the heavy, cops in the Chevy Scopin his every move already Smooth and deadly, cool as belly Prob'ly get popped right in front of the deli The ghetto Tomallan, his tools was heavy His crew was ready to do whatev(er) He got juice, but not tryin to turn in the powder Now he burnin the pot & he watchin in rock Chop, rock, swap, recop Chop, rock, swap, recop (La, la la la la la la, la la la, la) Chop, Stop! You popped, we cops! Swallowed that work and he ran up the block He only thirteen, he ain't know what it mean But he lovin the green, the American Dream (La, la la la la la la, la la la, la) His momma said stop, and he poppa was hot Couldn't just stop, cause he coulda got shot They move him down south to straighten him out And he still sellin dope with a bill on the house (La, la la la la la la) But what you gon' do when it's all up to you Stuck in a cell, ain't nothin to do but Tell the story Tell the story Here we go now.. [Hook] [Rhymefest] Jenny was bad, she stayed on suspension Hung around guys, she like that attention Give her daddy an honorable mention He wrote her letters while he was in prison Brother ain't home, momma was gone Workin them doubles, now she all alone Stuck at the crib with no food or a phone What you think a young girl gon' be on? Party at Jen's house, people would come Sippin that sizzurp, hittin the blunt Underage kids could come and get drunk Did I hit it? Well maybe just once She had a boyfriend, they was in love He had a job, he was sellin them, uh Same sh**s on the streets Now she gettin two letters a week singin "One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do" When you're lookin for love and Daddy ain't there to hug "And two is the loneliest number, it's as bad as one" When you're hurt in your soul thinkin nothin could fill in that hole [Hook] [Rhymefest] This is startin to get old Got me feelin like whales in a fishbowl In the city where summers can get cold Bring yo army and Hummers gon' get stole Everybody & they momma got bad credit It don't matter, we ball like we athletic On the run from the cops till we asthmetic In the house with that belt and yo a** met it This ain't nothin but life for a ghetto youth That I write and then spit in this little booth If I lie I still mix it with little truth And like li'l dap n***a, I'm livin proof Don't get mad cause I'm stuck in this glory And y'all rappers ain't got nothin for me But right now I guess the Story's over Story's over [Hook x2] [Rhymefest] Say it loud. Rhymefest. Allido Records, man We document the story for you Puttin it down Chicago We just tell the story n***a don't bore me! We outta here