Trophy

Lyrics

[Intro: Flavor Flav] Who gives a fuck about a goddamn grammy? Who gives a fuck about a goddamn grammy? Who gives a fuck about a goddamn grammy? Who gives a fuck about a goddamn grammy? [Verse 1: Willie D] Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a goddamn grammy But them motherfuckin' hoes won't hand me one At least you was invited by the biggots The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket To the phoney ass ceremony Fuck Oscar, Emmy and Tony 'Cause when it comes to award time Niggas be standin' on the goddamn sideline I'm loadin' my 9 'cause I got a lotta grudges I'm 'bout to take out the judges Willie D won't shit ya but hit ya Take a look at the overall picture Every year its the same old story Same faces, same categories I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me Now where's my goddamn trophy? [Verse 2: Willie D] I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote 'Cause the gangsta of love don't scapegoat I tell it like it is that's why they don't have me I ain't tryin to make nobody happy I'm from the streets so I kick it for the ghetto I can't talk about shit I don't know Your whole vocabulary's, "Baby, baby, baby" That's why you so goddamn crazy And it should be a crime One sucka gets nominated five or six damn times It ain't that he's better than the rest It's just a damn popularity contest Or a bribe or a favor Motherfuckers make a speech and they think that they major I sold a lot of records and a lot of people know me Now where's my goddamn trophy? [Interlude] And the winner is George Strait For best female vocalist, Reba McEntire Most appearances made after death, Elvis Presley The king couldn't be here due to illness So to accept his award on his behalf, we have Grateful Dead [Verse 3: Willie D] It ain't what you know, it's who you know, bro That's why I'm not on your radio and your video show It's gettin' kinda hectic And I'm still ain't kissin' no ass to be accepted They finally gotta category for rap But don't blink 'cause you'll miss it in the format And if you follow my suggestions Nine times outta ten you see some country western They need to have Willie D on that stage Pumpin' his fists like this and gettin' bliss With MD-20 20 Or the 40 O-Z wit the rest of the GB I'm tired of your boring shows I make your stuck up ass, audience say, "Ho" I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me Now where's my goddamn trophy? [Interlude] And the winner is Randy Travis And Guns and, hey, what the? Get the fuck outta the way Get your ass out the goddamn way Yo, man, the real motherfuckin' winners is The goddamn Geto Boys for most fuck words in a song The Bitch Killa of the year grammy goes to That nigga you love to hate Ice Cube The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew The High Roller of the industry award goes out to Ice T The pro-black grammy goes out to Public Enemy 'Cause they too black and they too goddamn strong And we gonna give the lip-sync goddamn motherfuckin' grammy To those punk motherfuckers, Milli Vanilli