| Status | |
| {Lif} | |
| I was mad dip | |
| 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 Walk | |
| Jaws will drop, and all the ladies will flock | |
| Brothers thinking, "What he got that I ain't got" | |
| I'll tell ya fella, it's written in my best seller | |
| It started to rain, I got no umbrella | |
| The walking turned to running | |
| Still I look stunning | |
| Covered enough ground before my | |
| Taxi could summon | |
| Got to the spa and hopped out at the front | |
| Tripped over the curb, limping cuz my toes were stubbed | |
| Then I tried to give pounds to people I didn't know ("yo, what's up y'all!") | |
| At Lucy & Joe's, my destination was the back door | |
| Not because the bouncer told me not to come back | |
| I'm just sneaking in the club because I got it like that | |
| {Insight} | |
| 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 looking in | |
| Waiting 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 sailing, they was playing the Thong Song | |
| You're feeling shorty with the boots on | |
| Cutting through the crowd sideways, it's time to move strong | |
| To cool kick it, say something slick off the top | |
| Flash your jewels, fix your suit | |
| Fidgeting with your wristwatch | |
| But while you was in the corner acting the big shot.? | |
| They threw on some hip-hop | |
| People got on the dance floor | |
| And a bouncer saw you standing at the corner near the door ("Hey you!") | |
| He started walking your way, to muscle you out | |
| Since you refused to pay | |
| So there was nothing for you to say | |
| When he blew up your spot | |
| And threw you out the front to the floor | |
| ("I told you not to come back here!") | |
| Past the bar on the right through the double doors | |
| You mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement | |
| ("Goddamn.") | |
| People in line started laughing ("Haha!") | |
| When they threw you half-ass | |
| Screaming that you wasn't allowed back in | |
| But that was back, acting like nothing happened | |
| You patted your Tims off, depressed from embarrassment | |
| It could have been fresh, it would have been lavish | |
| One day you'll make it and won't have to deal with this madness | |
| *scratches* "My status is the maddest" |
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