Ratatat - Allure lyrics

The allure of breaking the law Is always too much for me to ever ignore I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses In love with a V-Dub engine Man I'm high off life, f** it I'm wasted Bey Venay kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists My women friend get tennis bracelets Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it I put my feet in the footprints left to me Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy Man my brother hustled so, naturally Up next is me, but what perplexes me sh** I know how this movie ends, still I play The starrin' role in "Hovito's Way" It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast Cause I be doing the most, oh no! But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no! I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka Till I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real Pillow-top him like a toupee Mix the water, with the soda Turn the pot up make a souffle All of y'all can get it like groupies in your 2-way I'm living proof that crime do pay Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads Putting cars in they name for the stars of the game Putting 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train All in the name of love Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came Over the house to take back, everything that they claimed Or even the worst pain is the distress Learning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes We all hustlers, in love with the same thang It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast Cause I be doing the most, oh no! Check it, I grew up a f**in' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**in' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight The n***a Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missing Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, n***a I'm too fat I f** around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make Got some money to make - oh no!