Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Sixteen

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Feat. Andre 3000

When 16 ain't enough..

It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately

Having a dope beat, dope idea..

16 bars ain't enough!

How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?

So many different levels

I know y'all gonna feel me on this one..

It's funny how things change, funny how time fly

More than my feet drivin' me, more that I feel fly

More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile

She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account

Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash

John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville

Feel my life on the real

We the Last Boys so this is a world premiere

Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder

All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton

And all I wanted was 1 16.. ain't enough

Talking that fast money 15 every month

When your people live poor, that motivated me more

Everything I ever wore was once worn before

Roll with the punches like it's box office numbers

Dressed like Sammy Davis

Steamin' my marijuana

Double MGs, double M keys

We in every hood, nigga: government cheese

Yachts and Yacht Masters. Old Dirty Bastard

Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin

Better put away a Penny for the rainy days

Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away livin' like Scottie Pippen

Dribble riddles for viddles

Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing like a river

She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December

Whitney died night before the Grammys - damn, what a memory

Trump Towers and I started with a 10 speed

Growing broke had to use a nigga's instincts

Now I get a hundred racks for the 16

Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen

Niggas hating, I'm just watchin' on the big screen

3 stacks on the feet and it fits me

16 ain't enough..

[Andre 3k]

You know sometimes you got so much to say but...

*16 ain't enough*

They only give you 16, heh..

It's like.. You got so much to say

The world has said so much to me, I just wanna give right back to her

But.. I only get 16

I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse

Just a single glimpse

Anyway, this is too much talkin'...

Andre 3k:

Summer '88, or was it '89

Or was it winter-time

Ah, nevermind

I'm in my room, boomin, drawin LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paper

I'm trying to fuck my neighbor

I'm tryna hook my waves up

I'm tryna pull my grades up

To get them saddle lace ups

Before Le marc was Jacob

Before them girls wore makeup

Before my voice would break up

Before we'd tour them shake clubs

Before my mama wake up

Before my palms would cake up

Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup

Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy

But boy was I wrong now

I don't budge, don't want much

Just a roof and porch

And a porsche, and a horse and unfortunately

But of course an assortment of torches that scorches the skin when they enter

Intruders, whose tutors did a lousy job

How's he god if he let's lucifer let loose on us

That new song that won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up

Make us think we do so much and do it big

Like they don't love us man, I can't pretend

But I admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate

Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches

Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and which region it came from

As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's

Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler

Ya'll can't measure my worth, but when you try

You'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods

Because the odds have always been stacked against me

When back's against the wall

I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home

All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending

Into the palms of a child, looks up at mama and smiles

With such a devilish green, Like "where the hell have you been"

She yelling that selling’s a sin

Well so is telling young men

That selling is a sin, if you don’t offer new ways to win

A dolphin gone shake his fin, regardless if he gets in

Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim

And flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?

(I miss the days that Ov and Market Hole had scowl on his arm?)

And I set off these alarms

When camera’s snap snap snap snap

Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa

They’ll learn why

Near privacy, so essential

They won't make no laws, I break their laws till they see out our window

I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle

Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em don’t pretend to

Yea something tells me, we ain’t in Kansas any more

All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool any more

All the women you been pursuing, now they want more

And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours

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