paroles de chanson Ain't Got No Watch - EpicLLOYD

I ain't got no watch
I got no bling
I ain't got no shiney shoes on my feet
I ain't got no gold grill in my teeth
I ain't got no fancy things to see
I ain't got no watch
I got no bling
I got no shiny shoes on my feet
I ain't got no gold grill in my teeth
I ain't got nothing much fancy to see
I'm hoping all y'all came here to watch me

I'm not demonstrateing all the classic emcee characteristics
Cept the words thick as hair your chest gets
I'm dressed a mystfit,
Always in a shabby outfit
None of these ragedy old clothes
In my closet still fit
And Shit
I'd definitely have been
Wearin' the same pair of pants forever
Josie hadn't of stepped in
But I keep my boots laced
I got my tooth paste
Everything I care about can fit inside of one suit case
And I'm not trying to rhyme about the same ol' same 'ol
Or just trying to change the place where I stay on the pay-roll
A year ago I was broke
Me and my girl go dutch
Don't look at myself in the mirror too much
And such is the way of things recently
Release the beast in me with two or three PBR's and some weed and I become and pretty decent emcee
But sometimes that still ain't enough

Man, this ain't a rat race I'm not running for cheese
Dog, I'm hunting down a place to be
I'm not down with the streets
It's more like I'm down with the freaks
And all the class clowns
Man yo the geeks
But all this shit that I spit just ain't spittin for me
Sometimes, I wish that it was, so it would flow more easily
But everything that I speak is a tiny little piece
Of these parts of myself that I place over these beats
I emcee
Or at least that's what I strive to be
And you can believe no one's harder on myself than me
Cause I gotta feel rightfully that I've earned all these things
And I work hard as the people I got working with me
They got mouths to feed see
They gotta eat
That's the type of hunger that drives my heart to stay hungry
My necessities are just some jeans and a T
But go shopping, do your thing, I'll be fine in these

(Hook)

So if my clothes no go with the story you been told 'bout hip hop
Or if it looks like I don't sport enough gold,
Understand that was never my goal
That's not my role, so that is not how I roll
I'll keep on flowing, on top or unknown
I seen both,
All I can do is stay up and keep going
Man, I been spitting half my life, in clothes I bought at half price
And given half the chance I'd rap one handed holding half a mic
And in half a night I might become irrelevant
So all this shit around me you can sell it, the hell with it
It's evident, I've never had the frame elegance
Let this shirt from high school right here be your evidence
So if you like my outfit tonight, and you want it?
You can thank all the good people at Target
Where I bought,
I'm sorry I'm just being honest
I got a terrible eye for buying garments.