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Rick Ross Lyrics Sixteen Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(When 16 aint enough...)
Its funny because its been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat a dope idea...
16 bars aint enough!
How the f*ck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
You know so many different levels to living your life
Depicting with your wordplay exactly what life means to you
16 aint enough
I know yall gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Its funny how things change funny how time fly
More than my feet travel the 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
Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville - feel my life on the real
We the Last Poets 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 one 16 aint enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now its box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis steamin my marijuana
Double MGs double M fees
We in every hood nigga: government cheese
Yachts and Yacht Masters Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that Im stackin
Better put away a penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll give and go f*ck a fade away
Livin like Scottie Pippen dribble riddles for vittles
Started off with a scribble now Im flowing a river
She say my heart cold Im naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys - damn what a memory
Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed
Born broke had to use a niggas instincts
Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
Niggas hating Im just watchin on the big screen
3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean

[Interlude: Andre 3000]
(When 16 aint enough...)
You know how sometimes you got so much to say but
They on- they only give you 16 heh...
Man its like... I mean I got so much to say
The world has said like so much to me I just wanna give it right back to em
But I only get 16 thats like a cage you know
I really cant say what I wanna say you know its just a glimpse
Thats all just one uh one little single glimpse
Just a page
But I guess Im defeating the purpose of doing all this talking

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Summer 88 or was it 89
Or was it wintertime ah never mind
Im in my room boomin
Drawin LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paper
Im trying to f*ck my neighbor Im tryna hook my waves up
Im 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 wed tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up before my palms would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and well never breakup
Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
But boy was I wrong now
I dont budge dont want much just a roof and porch
And a Porsche and a horse and unfor-tunately
But of course an assort-ment of tor-ches that scor-ches the skin when they enter
Intru-ders whose tutors did a lousy job
Hows he god if he lets Lucifer let loose on us
That noose on us wont loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they dont let us win I cant pretend
But I do 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 aint um Welchs
Hell just fill three thousand more degrees cooler
Yall cant measure my worth
But when you try youll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when backs against the wall
I feel right at home yall sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while Im jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child looks up at mama and smiles
With such a devilish grin like where the hell have you been
She yelling that sellings a sin well so is telling young men
That selling is a sin if you dont offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon shake his fin regardless if he gets in
Or out of water most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didnt hold his nose so why shall I hold my tongue?
(I miss the days of old when one could hold his girl on his arm)
And not set off these alarms when cameras snap snap snap snap
Return fire pa-pa-pa pa pa-pa pa pa pa
Theyll learn why near privacy so essential
They wont 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 dont like em dont pretend to
Yea something tells me we aint in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool aint cool anymore
All the women you been pursuing now they want more
And they deserve it all dont settle for what aint yours

(When 16 aint enough...)
Does your mama know you see me does she know youre freaky?
Does she ever wonder if its bout ya I am speaking?
Do you ever ponder where Im at when you get sleepy?
How the hell Im gonna tell the youth dont be me?

Does your daddy think you perfect does he know for certain?
Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think Im 2Pac cause Im black and put the works in?
Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?

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