Tyrese - Alter Ego Outro lyrics

Intro: Tyrese + Black-Ty Oh, oh yeah, ahem Ay play that back one more time okay here we go (knock on door) Ay who dat? It's Black-Ty! What's goin on man? I gotta holla at you about somethin Give me one second (Black-Ty:) Nah, you been ignorin me for years I wanna talk to you right now about my rap career But I'ma take you way back to when you first start rappin 'Member you was in the rap group Triple Went Pack (Tyrese:) Mannn I don't wanna talk now I'm in the vocal booth Tryin to get this song done like I'm supposed to do I need you to get up outta here I don't wanna talk to you about no rap career (Black-Ty:) See, that's the problem, we don't share the same vision I've been tryin to think of what to say to make your a** listen But nah, every time I bring up the subject You comin back at me talkin R&B sh** (Tyrese:) Cause I know hip-hop, is a dangerous game I love hip-hop, but I don't want that thing All my concerts, got girls in the audience I don't want nobody tryin to take my life and sh** (Black-Ty:) Yeah right, you know you wanna get back on the mic Cause every time you on stage singin you cuffin the mic Tellin your fans to put they hands in the muthaf**in' air And wave 'em side to side like they just don't care (Tyrese:) But the rap game to me seems shady All them diss records will probably drive me crazy All the ladies give me love when I go to club I don't wanna have to keep my eyes out for no thugs (Black-Ty:) Aight, I admit it, the rap game's a little shady But they ain't gon' ever dance in the club to songs like 'Sweet Lady' I see you pop bottles with top models and then you go to the floor You dance to everybody's sh** but yours (Tyrese:) Mmm, n***a you startin to piss me off Won't you climb back in your box, Black-Ty get lost I can't believe you send that 'bout my song 'Sweet Lady' Please leave me alone, you about to drive me crazy (Black-Ty:) Man you trippin, it's way cheaper to make a rap album Ten to fifteen thou', you payin 100 thou' per track And you don't wanna rap n***a? Put out two or three albums and go platinum n***a? Damn (Tyrese:) Mmm, man I'm not listenin to you I love R&B, this is what I do R&B's the reason that I'm drivin that Bentley House on the hill, bank account got plenty So n***a don't talk to me, about R&B When every rap n***a out tryin to sing (Black-Ty:) Yeah that's true, but I ain't gon' ever do that sh** I'm a call a R&B guy to sing that sh** Matter of fact think about it, me and you can be on the same record Me on the verses, and you can sing the hooks and sh** Man, I guarantee we'll win a Grammy with that That's on me, we'll shake up the industry with that (Tyrese:) Probably so, but no, I don't wanna do a song wit you Cause I probably never ever get along wit you Who do you think you are, talkin to me n***a get up outta here 'fore I call my security (Black-Ty:) Call 'em, I don't give a f**, we from Watts, remember? I walk right past the sign that said 'Do Not Enter' Matter of fact you a singer, why you need security? Ain't nobody even after you; you Hollywood dude (Tyrese:) Hold up, I got a phone call comin through (Tyrese Gibson – the actor:) This is Tyrese Gibson the movie star, I make more money than both of you While you talkin rap and R&B dude Everybody that, raps or sing is makin movies (Tyrese + Black-Ty:) Why is that? (Gibson:) Cause ain't no money in the music industry; one! (Tyrese:) Uh, damn, did he hang up the phone? (Black-Ty:) Yeah the n***a's Hollywood, he's gone Like I was sayin, I just wanna get at you about some business homie (Tyrese:) Oh man I don't wanna talk to you about this sh** no more Please get out of my vocal booth and walk out the door Who do you think you are talkin to me? I'm a singer and all my fans love me (Black-Ty:) I ain't tryin to stop you from singin R&B I been in a little box for 12 years, I just wanna breathe Let me out please, I guarantee That everybody in this industry gon' wanna do a song with me (Tyrese:) Oh damn, let me think about it... Oh damn, I'm done thinkin about it Hell no, hell no I don't know if I'm ready to let you out let you out These n***as might not understand what you about you about You might be cursin and callin women out they names It might be disrespectful to my whole fanbase (Black-Ty:) Nah man, I got a whole lot of respect for these hoes I'm just f**in' with you n***a, for real it's a joke (chuckles) (Tyrese:) Nah man, I don't really think this sh** is real funny Because of my fans I made a whole lot of money I was able to travel around the world and sh**! 5-star hotels with black cards and sh**! I know I never won a Grammy, so what? Everywhere I go my fans show me so much love (Outro: Black-Ty) f** it, pssh Guess I ain't gon' ever be able to get through to you I don't give up that easy though I'm a get at you tomorrow Go ahead and finish your little R&B song punk (door closes)