Sixteen

Lyrics

When 16 ain't enough...
 It's funny because it's been on my mind lately
 Having a dope beat, dope idea.
 Sixteen bars ain't enough!
 How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
 You know, so many different levels to living your life
 Depicting with your wordplay exactly what life means to you
 Sixteen ain't enough
 I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
 You gotta feel me on this one
 It's funny how things change, funny how time fly
 More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
 More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
 She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
 Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash
 Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
 Seville - feel my life on the real
 We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere
 Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
 All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
 And all I wanted was one, 16 ain't enough
 Talking that fast money, 15 every month
 When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
 Everything I ever wore was once worn before
 Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
 Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana
 Double MG's, double M fees
 We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
 Yacht to Yachtmasters, Old Dirty Bastard
 Floor seat for the Heat, paper that I'm stackin
 Better put away a penny for the rainy days
 Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
 Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
 Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river
 She say my heart cold, I'm naming my son December
 Whitney died night before the Grammys -- damn, what a memory
 Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed
 Born broke, had to use a nigga's instincts
 Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
 Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
 Niggas hating, I'm just watching on the big screen
 3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
 When 16 ain't enough...
 You know how sometimes you got so much to say but
 They on- they only give you 16, heh.
 Man it's like. I mean, I got so much to say
 The world has said so much to me, and I just wanna give right back to 'em
 But... I only get 16, that's like a cage, you know
 I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse
 That's all, just one uh, one little single glimpse
 Just a page
 But I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking
 Summer '88, or was it '89
 Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
 I'm in my room, booming
 Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper
 I'm trying to fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
 I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
 Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
 Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
 Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up
 Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up
 Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
 But boy, was I wrong, now
 I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
 And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
 But of course an assortment of torches that scorches the skin, when they enter
 Intruders, whose tutors did a lousy job
 How's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
 That noose on us won't loosen up, but loose enough to juice us up
 Make us think we do so much and do it big
 Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
 But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
 Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
 Then go grab the finest wine and drink it
 Like we know which grape and which region it came from
 As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't, um, Welch's
 Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
 Ya'll can't measure my worth
 But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
 Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall
 I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
 All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
 Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
 With such a devilish grin, like "where the hell have you been"
 She yelling that selling's a sin, well so is telling young men
 That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
 A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
 Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
 And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
 (I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm)
 And I set off these alarms, when camera's snap snap snap snap
 Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa
 They'll learn why, mere privacy, so essential
 They won't make no laws, I break their laws til they see out our window
 I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
 Forsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em, don't pretend to
 Yea something tells me we ain't in Kansas anymore
 All that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymore
 All the women we were pursuing, now they want more
 And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours
 When 16 ain't enough...
 
 When 16 ain't enough...
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 When 16 ain't enough...
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 When 16 ain't enough...
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 When 16 ain't enough...
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 Does your mama know you see me, does she know you're freaky?
 Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking?
 Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get sleepy?
 How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?
 Yea
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 Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
 Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
 Do he think I'm 2Pac cause I'm black and put the words in?
 Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?
 Yea
 

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Duration
08:15
Key
7
Tempo
87 BPM

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