Nappy Roots - Riches to Rags (Mmmkay) lyrics
[Mackey] There are times when you get s**ered in By d**, and alcohol, and s** with women (mmmkay) But it's when you do these things too much That you've become an addict, and must get back in touch... (Mmmkay)[uhh](mmmkay)[uhh](mmmkay)[c'mon][Nappy] [Yo!] (Mmmkay) Alcohol, d**, s**, you've become an addict (too much) Alcohol, d**, s**, s** (too much) Alcohol, d**, s**, you've become an addict Alcohol, d**, s**, s** (too much) He wore the finest stuff, platinum chains with diamond cuts Hawaiian slush, combined with wine and coconuts Pushed a 'Lac, gator shoes, Armani suits, shot hoops Plenty hoes, plenty loot, a major n***a, a paid n***a Kept some red Jarans, plus a big Benz, plus a Lex jeep Plus the best freaks, plus he jet ski, in Texas Flash the big cheddar, Wu-Leather, new cheddar, Gucci sweater Spillin' Amaretto on a black Beretta For the fools who change like blue weather His tailor-made Armani suits, played with Tommy boots Pushed more Hummers than army troops, word to my man Dukes Look at him Versace'd down, more kids than Bobby Brown Had a private jet, planned the odds he bet, two keys inside his vest I keep the gold chain, and a cold dame We drove a fast car in a slow lane From the caviar to the white c**aine flick it all in the dope game Snort coke, push dope, down to cut a n***a throat Spent half of his summer cruisin' on a love boat (Mmmkay) [Chorus 1] [Mmmkay]{anyway}[mmm-hmm]{for real?} [Is that right?]{feel that}[Go'n ahead balla]{do ya thang} [Mmmkay]{anyway}[mmm-hmm]{really?} [Is that right?]{feel that}[Go ahead playa]{do yo thang} Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of gold skis Mo' money than Playboy n***a bleed! He was living lavish, drinking cash with player status, not the fattest Chick the baddest, used to ball with Gladys Knight This was just your average night My dude spend a G a week just to see a freak Strip down to her bare essentials in the Presidential Suite His men too weak New York Undercover shot his brother, in a shootout He had to move out, and drop his mother in a new house He had nothin' to go home to, defeat was on the menu A two time loser (ohh man), deja vu Fell in debt with Johnny Mafia, and let the gun play He sold his Ultima, leased a Hyundai, pushin' out his mom's place Get caught for child support, poppin' corks was more important Bench warrant, undercover informant, three years upstate, tough breaks Droppin' names, poppin' veins, gettin' high off his own supply Still movin' weight, steady losin' weight On the grind with his life on the line [Chorus 1] Alcohol, d**, s**, you've become an addict(too much) Alcohol, d**, s**, s**(too much) Mmmkay? Alcohol, d**, s**, you've become an addict Alcohol, d**, s**, s**(too much) Mmmkay? Look, him and his boys got duct taped For hangin' out at Suge's place See all my n***as, they took chase When they heard little Daddy push weight It was a robbery, snatch his platinum Cuban link and his Wallabies Another street casualty that was written and promised in the prophecy They stole his watches and rings while they shot up his veins, god bless He had no vest but he felt no pain from the holes in his chest Heartbeat weaker now, stones in his reefer now Lungs overflooded with blood, he 'bout to drown Nose white, laughing, ambulance lights flashing Soon he'll leave, but for now give him some room to breathe Doctor called the family in, enemies, and next of kin One foot in the grave, and his soul in the wind From ashes to dirt, one closed casket, two limousines and a hearse Photographic pictures of the ba*tard With "Rest In Peace" on his shirt Cause at the wake some n***as came over, jumpin' out a Range Rover Put the gat to his head, and told him "game's over" [Mmmkay]{anyway}[mmm-hmm]{for real?} [Is that right?]{feel that}[Go'n ahead balla]{do ya thang} [Mmmkay]{anyway}[mmm-hmm]{oh really?} [Is that right?]{feel that}[Go ahead playa]{do ya thank?}