The Isley Brothers - Tell Me It's Just A Rumor Baby lyrics

Now sittin' in the bathtub, listening to the Isley Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me Reminds me that everyone ain't cool, the world is jealous Never could understand when my momma use to tell us "Don't take your food outside around your friends Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood" The play has just began, follow me now Act 1, scene 2, the date 1/1/96, the time I don't know Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over Like them n***as with the blinker on, I got my thinker on So I'm like word, how every you want to act is fine That is real, as fishing raw I might be kissing God But I'm still in the bathtub, so if you got cattle you best be fasting For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting [Unverified] on a quest to get my cla** ring Just from them white folks I will if it's the last thing I do Everlasting Yeah, slick know what I'm sayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this Just cause I live the apartment don't mean You can keep puttin' notes under my windshield I tell you, shortie, gonna bust your a** about that sh** Hey y'all, hey y'all, hey y'all, hoes Back up in this b**h rippin' tracks like I'm suppose Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like n***as to wear they clothes Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking sh** like those keepin' the rumors up I wish I lived in a f**in' cage I ride the streets in Lexus, all these hoes wanna be saved Go to college, get a job because all you want to do is shake I use to hit club, n***as, but I gave that sh** a break Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes Just like he's suppose to, quote you "Big Boi is the pimp a** n***a that formed you" Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes the lotteries OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your sh** is poppin' see You bit beats, we makin' hits, so give me your flag back I'm living in the swats, so you may call me Daddy Fatsack Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Like this everlasting Everlasting One in a million men pa**ing the J off in the culture Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound Is how we hit house and puff a couple of good pounds of good weed PeeWee, my n***a Little Beewee We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties From the magic the flame n***as too is sharin' sequels Never payin' for no p**y You can shake it, you can keep it to your self hoe You left your morals at the door, when you steeped in, crept in n***a, this baby is at the beach, so now you wondering Why your n***a done bust you in the fore, head Ain't no respect there, so you just a**ed out like breech Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things Go on from here to Bornhome to London England, Wall Street to y'all street Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a n***a like me off beat But I'm back on it Because we last forever, sound good, don't it? Rattling in your trunks like Fambu and the component Said, "That's it, man, f** that sh** on and on and on and I'm out" Everlasting