Lyrics

Time for some comedy Word I been a little too serious on this album Bout time to do some comedy Word up [ VERSE 1: Master Rob ] Well, here we go, on with the show Now pay attention because you might blow Ever been in a spot you didn't wanna be? Around nonsense and negativity? Well it happened to be more than twice (Like three times?) So listen as I shoot the dice The other day I went to the Castle Party was jumpin, bass was pumpin Strolled through the crowds in my silk suits In my Bally boots, the girls said I was cute (That nigga fresh) Looked over my shoulder, on the left I saw a sight that made me lose my breath Sittin at the bar, fresh out the hairdresser She was lookin good, I wanted to carress her (Come here, baby) I said, "Excuse me, my name is Rob" Now don't think, let me buy you a drink So we can chit-chat for a few (You know) Bacardi and Coke, and I'll have one too Now back to you, what's your name? I gotta know cause it's drivin me insane (My name is Cindy, you think you could win me Over a drink, please it doesn't send me) Then she went into her Fendi Put out a vial, a stem, and when she Inhaled the smoke, her eyes rolled back Sittin there smokin lackalack (She buggin) So I picked up my drink, got out my chair She started to pout But I didn't care cause I was out Knomsayin Giz? Smokin them lackalacks and shit You know? She wanted me to get with her Knowmsayin? I ain't with that You know (I gotta go, see ya!) [ VERSE 2: Master Rob ] On a Friday night I went to the White Stone Trains are a drag, so I took a cab Stepped out the OJ, went inside the complex I had a cold, so I bought a pack of Contrax Looked in the corner, there was a fat man Scalpin tickets of Batman So I bought one, it didn't matter a bit As long as I see the flick (I'ma see this movie) Damn it was dark in the theater Lookin for a seat, steppin on feet Finally I got to an empty chair Cigarettes and buddha filled the air I overheard a conversation behind me Someone tellin his boy, "I'm gonna find me A victim that I can stick" Glanced at the kid, seen a nine and a clip And he had on a vest, so I knew he wasn't frontin And from his face he had to be thirty-somethin Word, he was schemin and plottin Lookin for jewels, so he could start poppin Got up from my seat Put my rope in my shirt cause I roll one deep Him and his man got up from their seat Snatched the chain and the kid complained Then I heard the nine and a loud shot No time to be nosy, hops, cause I was out Knowmsayin? I ain't gettin shot for nobody Word up Ain't tryina be nosy in this world (I gotta go, see ya!) [ VERSE 3: Master Rob ] One time I had a show in Virginia I can't recall the town, but here's what went down I arrived at the club a little late (Word?) Promoter started yellin like Mr. Slate Yak-yak-yak, he almost got slapped Throwin bass at my face like a 808 I said, "Don't worry, this show'll go on Just get the papers ready, word is bond" The promoter said, "Cool Go ahead and perform and see me in my room" I said, "Excuse me, let me tell you somethin, yo I want the dough or there won't be a show, you know" I didn't mean to flip But I gotta get paid in order to rip Up the mic just like Freddie Krueger Shootin lyrics like I'm a German Luger The promoter returned and he said "I'm short on cash but instead Let me write you out a check" He was a better actor than Gregory Peck I said, "Don't worry, troop, now here's the scoop" And without a doubt Yo, I was out