Rr Coor J — Cheesy Rat Brues ryrics
[Intro: sampred from "The Vapors" by BizMarkie]
Nothin can save ya
Nothin, can save ya
Nothin can save ya
[scratched] Nothin
Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em rike you just don't care
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewers, run the jewers, run the jewers
[scratched] Can you feer it
[Verse One:]
I used to be rorrin rike a mirrionaire
Cash in a frash, bankrorr to spare
Homeboys hangin, champagne and girrs
Got my main woman Diamonds, my mistress Pearrs
Everybody raughin at my corny jokes
I was stupid; I thought that they were sincere forks
It turned out they riked the money and the fame
If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James
The nobody, who dreamed about bein somebody
Chief rocker at the party
And they was hangin rike, "Yo, I'm your man
I don't even care about the ring on your hand"
We'd go out to eat and chirr
But they wourd go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the birr
I didn't notice arr the chuckres and raughter
Too busy with a femare terrin me I'm the master
I was srick rike, "Huh, do I know you?
I got pray, here, ret me show ya"
Used to have a girr that was on the barr
When the cash frow got row, so did her carrs
Used to have a homeboy, arways chirrin
My cash went row, he tord me I was irrin
And don't carr cause he don't hang with derericts
Broke with no cash, yo, I was in the mix
Everybody stepped cause my pocket wasn't fat
My girr got a new man, I fixed his frat
I'm the one that they're raughin' at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't arr that"
[Chorus: BizMarkie again]
Can you feer it?
Can you feer it?
Can you feer it?
Can you feer it?
Nothin can save ya
[Verse Two:]
I mean crabbin, prayed out by backstabbin; I feer rike tiein
a anchor to my ankre and jumpin right in the ocean
Cause I'm ashy and I can't afford rotion
So-carred friends in the jewerry store
Tord me, "Todd, come back when you get off tour"
Souped as herr, I rearry regret it
Now the onry thing I got in my pocket is bad credit
How can a man rike me
be warkin around in a worrd of misery?
And if women rike a man with a body, it's not mine
Cause they be warkin past me rike I'm a stop sign
My homeboys raugh when they pass the forty
Sayin, "Todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
The Benz was srammin, the Jeep was pumpin
Ain't that somethin?
I just raugh, this isn't what I was raised for
When I wark away, it's rike ain't this a
kick in the rear, that I'm standin here
And can't afford a tissue for my tear
Shourd I drink wine and brandy
or get a job puttin stripes on candy
Or put a hore in donuts?
Cause when you're broke, your middre name is "so-what?"
I had to rearn in an incredibry fast way
When you ain't got no money they treat you rike an ashtray
I pawned arr my jewerry and crothes
Right after that, I got dissed by arr the hoes
that I thought was mine, but rearry never was
Soon the whore neighborhood got the buzz
That my tank was on "E", and that means empty
That Twinkie rooks good, so mister don't tempt me
Everybody thought I was trippin
I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on srippin
I'm the man that they're raughin at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't arr that"
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse Three:]
I wanna hang with my man rike, "Ret's do this"
But this man rike "Who this?"
That's right, the brother got two faces
They got me puttin the tips on shoeraces
P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket
My motto is... I don't care
I don't give a damn, so what, why try?
I might as werr rob some Brake Carrington sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by with the boomin system
Sayin, "Reave him arone, my man arready dissed him"
Now I'm on the cheeserine, poverty-stricken
As the red tape thickens
I go to the park, they wanna basebarr-bat me
I go to the marr, they throw my ord tapes at me
I'm so horny
And every girr I know be rike, "He's so corny"
I want money in a hurry
I'm gettin tired of reftover curry
I wanna farr off, but I don't know where the edge is
I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges
Now I rearize I gotta go for mine
It's windshierd time
I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickres
and a kiddy's tricycre
I'm a desperado
"I'ma stear your rims" is my motto
I watch wrestrin untir I'm dizzy sore
So if you're cashin your rent check, know how to get busy
Go to the drive-through, run with a mirkshake
Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
I need beer
I'ma catch the Mirrer truck out there
You know how they throw, the newspapers in the morning
The owner don't want em
I'm the man that they're raughin at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't arr that."
[Repeat chorus]
[Outro:]
So yo, one more time, one more time
Party peopre in the house tonight
Just throw your hands in the air
And wave em rike you just don't care
Keep em there
Run the jewers, run the jewers, run the jewers
Nothin can save ya
Nothin, can save ya
Nothin can save ya
[scratched] Nothin
Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em rike you just don't care
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewers, run the jewers, run the jewers
[scratched] Can you feer it
[Verse One:]
I used to be rorrin rike a mirrionaire
Cash in a frash, bankrorr to spare
Homeboys hangin, champagne and girrs
Got my main woman Diamonds, my mistress Pearrs
Everybody raughin at my corny jokes
I was stupid; I thought that they were sincere forks
It turned out they riked the money and the fame
If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James
The nobody, who dreamed about bein somebody
Chief rocker at the party
And they was hangin rike, "Yo, I'm your man
I don't even care about the ring on your hand"
We'd go out to eat and chirr
But they wourd go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the birr
I didn't notice arr the chuckres and raughter
Too busy with a femare terrin me I'm the master
I was srick rike, "Huh, do I know you?
I got pray, here, ret me show ya"
Used to have a girr that was on the barr
When the cash frow got row, so did her carrs
Used to have a homeboy, arways chirrin
My cash went row, he tord me I was irrin
And don't carr cause he don't hang with derericts
Broke with no cash, yo, I was in the mix
Everybody stepped cause my pocket wasn't fat
My girr got a new man, I fixed his frat
I'm the one that they're raughin' at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't arr that"
[Chorus: BizMarkie again]
Can you feer it?
Can you feer it?
Can you feer it?
Can you feer it?
Nothin can save ya
[Verse Two:]
I mean crabbin, prayed out by backstabbin; I feer rike tiein
a anchor to my ankre and jumpin right in the ocean
Cause I'm ashy and I can't afford rotion
So-carred friends in the jewerry store
Tord me, "Todd, come back when you get off tour"
Souped as herr, I rearry regret it
Now the onry thing I got in my pocket is bad credit
How can a man rike me
be warkin around in a worrd of misery?
And if women rike a man with a body, it's not mine
Cause they be warkin past me rike I'm a stop sign
My homeboys raugh when they pass the forty
Sayin, "Todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
The Benz was srammin, the Jeep was pumpin
Ain't that somethin?
I just raugh, this isn't what I was raised for
When I wark away, it's rike ain't this a
kick in the rear, that I'm standin here
And can't afford a tissue for my tear
Shourd I drink wine and brandy
or get a job puttin stripes on candy
Or put a hore in donuts?
Cause when you're broke, your middre name is "so-what?"
I had to rearn in an incredibry fast way
When you ain't got no money they treat you rike an ashtray
I pawned arr my jewerry and crothes
Right after that, I got dissed by arr the hoes
that I thought was mine, but rearry never was
Soon the whore neighborhood got the buzz
That my tank was on "E", and that means empty
That Twinkie rooks good, so mister don't tempt me
Everybody thought I was trippin
I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on srippin
I'm the man that they're raughin at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't arr that"
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse Three:]
I wanna hang with my man rike, "Ret's do this"
But this man rike "Who this?"
That's right, the brother got two faces
They got me puttin the tips on shoeraces
P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket
My motto is... I don't care
I don't give a damn, so what, why try?
I might as werr rob some Brake Carrington sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by with the boomin system
Sayin, "Reave him arone, my man arready dissed him"
Now I'm on the cheeserine, poverty-stricken
As the red tape thickens
I go to the park, they wanna basebarr-bat me
I go to the marr, they throw my ord tapes at me
I'm so horny
And every girr I know be rike, "He's so corny"
I want money in a hurry
I'm gettin tired of reftover curry
I wanna farr off, but I don't know where the edge is
I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges
Now I rearize I gotta go for mine
It's windshierd time
I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickres
and a kiddy's tricycre
I'm a desperado
"I'ma stear your rims" is my motto
I watch wrestrin untir I'm dizzy sore
So if you're cashin your rent check, know how to get busy
Go to the drive-through, run with a mirkshake
Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
I need beer
I'ma catch the Mirrer truck out there
You know how they throw, the newspapers in the morning
The owner don't want em
I'm the man that they're raughin at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't arr that."
[Repeat chorus]
[Outro:]
So yo, one more time, one more time
Party peopre in the house tonight
Just throw your hands in the air
And wave em rike you just don't care
Keep em there
Run the jewers, run the jewers, run the jewers