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Status Ft. Insight

Mr. Lif
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Uh, uh, uh, ha ha ha ha You know how it get in the club This Friday night, you just cashed your check These ladies is up in here to get your respect My name Big Rudy Poo from Bellevue on the one and two Y'all know it's Friday night, so you gots to dress to impress Bring out your freshest gear now Whether you got your new Timbs shined up, whatever you got Ain't no time for no half steppin' Let's get it crunk up in here, ha ha ha ha I was mad dipped, butterfly collars and shit Chains from the slave ship, dreads with the wave kit Bifocals and wing tips, velvet pants and a velour coat Looked in the mirror, "Damn, I look dope" Folded up the singles in my loot clip Put a sock in my pants on some Uncle Luke shit Dressed to impress, now I'm ready to go The club is twelve blocks away and I got no loot, so I walk ten and take a cab for two Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe I've got the hottest dance steps, Running Man, Cabbage Patch Plus the Robocop, then I bring back the Bop Jaws'll drop and all the ladies'll flock Brothers thinkin', "What he got that I ain't got?" I'll tell you, fella, it's written in my bestseller It started to rain, I got no umbrella The walkin' turned to runnin', still I looked stunnin' Covered 'nuff ground before my taxi was summoned Got to the spot and hopped out at the front Tripped over the curb, limpin' 'cause my toes were stubbed Then I tried to give pounds to people I didn't know Like Lucy and Joe, my destination was the back do' Not because the bouncer told me not to come back I'm just sneakin' in the club because I got it like that Yeah, Big Rudy Poo over here from Bellevue on the one and two I wanna see them asses wigglin', bounce bounce, baby If you holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point, ha Yeah, big fat queasy, I see you over there, baby Throw them bones, big baby Shine that disco ball with them bones, get 'em up there now No half steppin', ha ha ha ha I remember when you used to be broke, ignored when you spoke And people would take you for a joke You used to go to the club and look like a scrub But couldn't afford the admission From outside, you're lookin' in Waitin' for a chance to slip by You slide through the back door But you wasn't supposed to be there You'd look like an idiot if you got caught But you didn't care Just as long as you got your groove on It was smooth sailin', they was playin' the Thong Song You feelin' shorty with the boots on Cuttin' through the crowd sideways, it's time to move strong To cool kick it, say somethin' slick off the top Flash your jewels, fix your suit, fidgetin' with your wristwatch But right when you was in the corner actin' a big shot They threw on some hip-hop People got on the dance floor And a bouncer saw you standin' at the corner near the door He started walkin' your way to muscle you out Since you refused to pay So there was nothin' for you to say When he blew up your spot and threw you out the front to the floor Past the bar on the right through the double doors You mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement People in line started laughin' When they threw your hat in Screamin' that you wasn't allowed back in But that was back then, actin' like nothin' happened You patted your Timbs off, depressed from embarrassment It coulda been fresh, it woulda been lavish One day you'll make it and won't have to deal with this madness Uh, altercation, y'all Look like big Farooq had to take care Of the Rastafarian with the wing tips Farooq, you ain't in wrestling no more, big baby Ha ha, Big Rudy Poo from Bellevue on the one and two Keep bangin', y'all, keep it crunkalicious My status is the baddest My status is the baddest Ayo, man, we ain't got no more studio time, man, we gotta go But, yo, the jam on the reel? Yeah Shit sound kinda cheap, though So what we gon' do? You wanna clean it up, man? Yo, let's go back to the studio, man, straight up I don't know, man, the studio costs money Well, let me check How much you got, man? How much I got? Word? Alright, um, nigga, I got 40 cents, man 40 Cents? Yeah, I guess we can't go back to the lab then Man, we need a dollar to get home You got a dollar?