Mike G - A Million And One Answers lyrics

A Million… A Million… A Million… A Million…A Million… A Million… A Million… (Verse 1: Mike G) I'll never say I'm the sh** I'm too clean for that But I will say I'm sick, no strings attached That, you can promise, don't need a ring for that Try get my whole crew rich, so my team can match Honestly n***as can't fly with no wings attached So I'm in a G-5 with the screens intact And I'm a really swell guy just to be exact Fact is I've been worldwide just to take it back My 'I canget you high' lines make em fiend like crack So It's Coke Keys I'm dishin till my seat lean back And the dollar bills flipping till the gold card black Get four cars to match, I'ma leave it at that Spit four bars for rapping we can meet in the back I mean the top, the lord knows I don't know how to act I didn't start at the base, cuz the top attracts Still first in the race, see how they react Whats that… ha… just to spit facts Keep me abstract in combat I've spent about (a million) bucks on the streets alone Cuz it's like, the hundreds is my home and I'm At Alife everyday n***a Rogue Status, okay This pad is my shield, pen's my sword for real Embrace the martian, turn the whole world to clover field Negotiations when I heard ‘em say they'd give me the mill- Open up the briefcase and sh**, I'll take that deal No b**h denying me I'm chasing money cuz see, Red, White and green Parmesan I need extra cheese That drip like Krink, but in cans n***a spray it f** love, all I've got for hoes is wait, won't say it Tryna Stray from cliché I'm rocking my chain anyway Bad b**h on my side, she could get it any day Any day in anyway look theres a price to pay for jocking my move These n***as watch me like a stage play Peep this head, cracker, ho smacker Whack rapper, attack her, Internet hacker No slacker, best factor, west division bracket Act like you know TH on the jacket Not a DJ but I scratch it while you hack it Make you go go like gadget, perform magic Without a wand, I drop bombs, without Saddam A vet without ‘nam, I make sense without common ground (A million) Rappers wanna be like me I said, (A million) n***as tryna touch mike g (A million) rappers all tryna prevail yeah, (A million) try but a million fail 07, west coast legend, make the game different I don't know why the hell these n***as say it didn't Versus best written, clothes are my addiction Nine days out the week I'm in the lab spittin' Or in the cab pimpin' b**hes that look like you Cuz the seats all white and the coupe's light blue I'm a crook like you, cats back in my city Said they had the King beat dawg, what could I do? Know what I'm supposed to style, I'm coolest n***a's poster child Bet everybody nobody know my style It's ironic and what not, how n***as gonna cop An iced out g-shock just because its hot Ask, I ain't gotta Obama shirt to say the least I won't carry around a President that's not deceased And I'm sorry but it's true, pay me, f** you This verse is to guarantee that he can't be beat And my main goal is just to have some fun Cuz the scoreboard don't show you how the game was won But west coast mothaf**er, what's f**ing with them Not a damn thing n***a, we doin' our damn thing A million… A million…