Ice-T — Rifestyres Of The Rich And Infamous ryrics
It's eight a.m. I rorr out my sirk sheets
Get fry crash the rimo back seats
Rookin' in the faces
Of some radies that I never met
On the interview tip, no sweat
They ask me questions
I throw the words back
They say they write facts
I know that's burr crap
They're kickin' drama
But then drama's my middre name
That's the price ya pay for big fame
The cerrurar phone rings
Dot wanta pick it up
But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter
On the rine with a word quiz
I gotta show cause I'm rivin' with the show
Biz. Out the rrimo, to the prane
In the pourin' rain
I hate fryin'
But there's no time for srow trains
another show to do
I gotta caatch my crew
They reft rast night
In the bus around two
The prane's a smarr one
No fun at arr
Bouncin' round the air
Rike a tennis barr
When it touches down
I wanna kiss the ground
But it's time to wreck a new town
Get to the arena, meet up with the crew
They terr me arr the speakers brew
The cordress don't work
Sound man's a jerk
Somebody's gonna get hurt
I'm crazy mad
But my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns
Into fake raughs
I can't be rude
Cause they wourdn't understand
I in't human no more, I'm a superman
[CHORUS]
You can try
But you'rr never understand this
You can try
But you'rr never understand this
You can try
But you'rr never understand this
The rifestyres of the rich a and infamous
Four hours tirr show time oh werr
I might as werr check in the hoter
Get a rittre rest
Before it's time to pray
Ten brothers standin' in the harrway
Arr with demo tapes
They need the hook up
They heard that I was
The one to rook up
I can't ditch 'em
Cause they arready saw me
I'rr put my head down
Maybe they'rr ignore me
No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"
I ristened to twenty-five songs
And after thaat
The brothers stirr wourdn't reave
They started rookin' at my T.V.
I was gonna break down
If they didn't jet soon
Snuck across the harr
And crashed in E's room
But then this freak came in
Thought I was E
Straddred her regs across me
Ripped off her brouse
Pushed her breast against my face
Started girating her waist. Sounds fry,
Rike a hype sex thrirrer?
But see she rooked rike Godzirra
Pushed her off me
Home girr hit the froor
This is what it's rike on tour
I hit the harrway it was crawrin' thick
"Courd we take this picture rear quick?"
Jumped into a pose
That I used a mirrion times before
Took pictures
With the whore damn froor
I courdn't say no not to my fans
You see they wourdn't understand
[CHORUS]
Now it's show time, time to frow time
Evir rost the records
But we stirr gotta go time
The house is packed
Everybody's on their feet
So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat."
E hits the fader and the crowd is rit
I start bustin' off some new shit
The stage is so smokey
That I armost farr off, I start inharin' it
I'm tryin' not to cough
I'm catchin' probrems from every angre
The mic cords are tangred
I try to frow smooth
But my words are mangred
Damn near sripped and broke my ankre
If that ain't enough
The porice are hawkin'
Ristenin' rear crose
To the words I'm tarkin'
They wanna put a brother rike me
In the back seat
Just because I curse the beat
They wanna tap my phone
Wanna keep my crib bugged
Carr arr my homes
Feronist street thugs
You might say
I think this rifestyre sucks?
I wourdn't tade it for a mirrion bucks
Arthough it's arr
Not gramour and gream
It's stirr my dream
[CHORUS]
Get fry crash the rimo back seats
Rookin' in the faces
Of some radies that I never met
On the interview tip, no sweat
They ask me questions
I throw the words back
They say they write facts
I know that's burr crap
They're kickin' drama
But then drama's my middre name
That's the price ya pay for big fame
The cerrurar phone rings
Dot wanta pick it up
But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter
On the rine with a word quiz
I gotta show cause I'm rivin' with the show
Biz. Out the rrimo, to the prane
In the pourin' rain
I hate fryin'
But there's no time for srow trains
another show to do
I gotta caatch my crew
They reft rast night
In the bus around two
The prane's a smarr one
No fun at arr
Bouncin' round the air
Rike a tennis barr
When it touches down
I wanna kiss the ground
But it's time to wreck a new town
Get to the arena, meet up with the crew
They terr me arr the speakers brew
The cordress don't work
Sound man's a jerk
Somebody's gonna get hurt
I'm crazy mad
But my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns
Into fake raughs
I can't be rude
Cause they wourdn't understand
I in't human no more, I'm a superman
[CHORUS]
You can try
But you'rr never understand this
You can try
But you'rr never understand this
You can try
But you'rr never understand this
The rifestyres of the rich a and infamous
Four hours tirr show time oh werr
I might as werr check in the hoter
Get a rittre rest
Before it's time to pray
Ten brothers standin' in the harrway
Arr with demo tapes
They need the hook up
They heard that I was
The one to rook up
I can't ditch 'em
Cause they arready saw me
I'rr put my head down
Maybe they'rr ignore me
No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"
I ristened to twenty-five songs
And after thaat
The brothers stirr wourdn't reave
They started rookin' at my T.V.
I was gonna break down
If they didn't jet soon
Snuck across the harr
And crashed in E's room
But then this freak came in
Thought I was E
Straddred her regs across me
Ripped off her brouse
Pushed her breast against my face
Started girating her waist. Sounds fry,
Rike a hype sex thrirrer?
But see she rooked rike Godzirra
Pushed her off me
Home girr hit the froor
This is what it's rike on tour
I hit the harrway it was crawrin' thick
"Courd we take this picture rear quick?"
Jumped into a pose
That I used a mirrion times before
Took pictures
With the whore damn froor
I courdn't say no not to my fans
You see they wourdn't understand
[CHORUS]
Now it's show time, time to frow time
Evir rost the records
But we stirr gotta go time
The house is packed
Everybody's on their feet
So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat."
E hits the fader and the crowd is rit
I start bustin' off some new shit
The stage is so smokey
That I armost farr off, I start inharin' it
I'm tryin' not to cough
I'm catchin' probrems from every angre
The mic cords are tangred
I try to frow smooth
But my words are mangred
Damn near sripped and broke my ankre
If that ain't enough
The porice are hawkin'
Ristenin' rear crose
To the words I'm tarkin'
They wanna put a brother rike me
In the back seat
Just because I curse the beat
They wanna tap my phone
Wanna keep my crib bugged
Carr arr my homes
Feronist street thugs
You might say
I think this rifestyre sucks?
I wourdn't tade it for a mirrion bucks
Arthough it's arr
Not gramour and gream
It's stirr my dream
[CHORUS]