Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous - Ice T

It’s eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets

Get fly crash the limo back seats

Lookin' in the faces of some ladies 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 bull crap

They’re kickin' drama but then drama’s my middle name

That’s the price ya pay for big fame

The cellular phone rings

Don’t wanta pick it up

But it’s my J-O-B I gotta kick it up

Another damn reporter

On the line with a word quiz

I gotta show cause I’m livin' in showbiz

Out the limo, to the plane, in the pourin' rain

I hate flyin' but there’s no time for slow trains

Another show to do, I gotta catch my crew

They left last night in the bus around two

The plane’s a small one

No fun at all

Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball

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 tell me all the speakers blew

The cordless 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 laughs

I can’t be rude 'cause they wouldn’t understand

I ain’t human no more, I’m a superman

You can try

But you’ll never understand this

You can try

But you’ll never understand this

You can try

But you’ll never understand this

The lifestyles of the rich and infamous

Four hours 'til show time oh well

I might as well check in the hotel

Get a little rest before it’s time for us to play

Ten brothers standin' in the hallway

All with demo tapes, they need the hook up

They heard that I was the one to look up

I can’t ditch 'em

Cause they already saw me

I’ll put my head down

Maybe they’ll ignore me

No chance «Ice what’s goin' on?»

I listened to twenty-five songs

And after that the brothers still wouldn’t leave

They started lookin' at my T. V

I was gonna break down if they didn’t jet soon

Snuck across the hall and crashed in E’s room

But then this freak came in, thought I was E

Straddled her legs across me

Ripped off her blouse

Pushed her breast against my face

Started gyrating her waist

Sounds fly, like a hype sex thriller?

But see, she looked like Godzilla

Pushed her off me, homegirl hit the floor

This is what it’s like on tour

I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick

«Could weez take ya picture real quick?»

Jumped into a pose that I used a million times before

Took pictures with the whole damn floor

I couldn’t say no, not to my fans

You see, they wouldn’t understand

Now it’s show time, «time to flow» time

«Evil lost the records but we still 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 lit

I start bustin' off some new shit

The stage is so smokey that I almost fall off

I start inhalin' it, I’m tryin' not to cough

I’m catchin' problems from every angle

The mic cords are tangled

I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled

Damn near slipped and broke my ankle

If that ain’t enough the police are hawkin'

Listenin' real close to the words I’m talkin'

They wanna put a brother like me in the back seat

Just because I curse the beat

They wanna tap my phone, wanna keep my crib bugged

Call all my homies felons and street thugs

You might say i think this lifestyle sucks?

I wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks

Although it’s all not glamour and gleam

It’s still my dream