Bavu Blakes - Sarcasm lyrics

I tried to be cool w/ you b**h but that sh** don't sell What you expect, for my records to respect females? Everybody gotta diss the chicks but LL The greatest of all time love-rhymer, oh well You can gather your bags, head to mama's house, fine But you whined when my music wasn't making a dime So whuddup with the double standard You took me for granted 'cause I was broke Now you gettin' backhanded Straight reprimanded and branded a ho We can have a home and not owe, stack this dough We shouldn't be fightin', pressin' charges with the po' When you said stop flowin' if the cash don't flow It's hard to believe that's the way you gon' be When it's another emcee, you cool Like, 'they ain't talkin' 'bout me' But when the spotlight turns on me If you wanna be mad, be mad, f** that, flee That love wasn't no more permanent than your Lee nails I tried to be cool w/ you b**h but that sh** don't sell (chorus) How can I respect the woman And call life the b**h When life's a gift? Figure I'ma be like everybody else whose cd's you buy So f** all y'all hoes except mama Pac showed y'all love But y'all gave him more love for the drama Or am I wrong? Let's just move on See a song is a song ain't it? A hit can keep bellies full, can't it? Sell a million records and nobody's complaining Regardless of what I'm saying So if you can't handle me saying scandalous thangs Why are you staying? Can I keep arena's crunk without saying f**ed up stuff? Is talent alone gonna be enough? This relationship sh** is tough With your views all twisted up My mouth always did get me in trouble But I'm standing firm Living like royalty when the checks come in For my new song, "nut in your perm" Even overseas it'll earn real well I tried to be cool w/ you b**h But that sh** don't sell (chorus) Mad at Tip 'cause he went there, like it ain't art, yeah But mum's the word on the cats who just start there Biggie could care less, hideous (no), tight (yes) So why won't you be my video ho I pa**ed up a whole bunch of one-night stands By talkin' too much like I was tryin' to be their man I won't make that mistake again, mark my words I speak how I feel, it's culty, smart, for nerds Not the quality of label I deserve So for now on, every broad I touch gets served Y'all all on my dick 'cause I rap, at least I write it like that With a real life quill in my fluffy mack hat Take that, stank a** who*es, giving you what you cool with I ain't no fool but the rules are the rules (b**h) Trash all the letters my ex sends in the mail Tried to be cool with your black a**, but it don't sell (chorus)