Special Ed - I Got It Made paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson I Got It Made - Special Ed



I'm your idol the highest title numero uno
I'm not a puerto rican but i'm speakin so that you know
And understand i got the gift of speech
And it's a blessin
So listen to the lesson i preach
I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem
Full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome
I'm kinda young but my tongue speaks maturity
I'm not a child i don't need nothin for security
I get paid when my record is played to put it short
I got it made
I'm outspoken
My language is broken into a slang
But it's just a dialect that i select when i hang
I play it cool cuz coolin is all that i'm about
Just foolin wit tha girlies, yes i'm bustin it out
I'm special ed and you can tell by the style that i use
I'm creatively superior, yo i never lose
I never lost cuz i'm the boss
I never will cuz i'm still
The champion, chief one, won't lose until
I choose
Which i won't cuz i don't retreat
I'll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the street
You're invitin me, a titan to a battle why?
I don't need your respect cuz i
Got it made
I'm talented, yes i'm gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
I got the cash, but money ain't nothin
Make a million dollars every record that i cut and
My name is special ed and i'm a super-duper star
Ever other month i get a brand new car
Got twenty, that's plenty yet i still want more
Kinda fond of honda scooters got seventy four
I got the riches to fulfill my needs
Got land in the sand of the west indies
Even got a little island of my very own
I gotta frog a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to account the amount i spent
Gotta treaty with tahiti cuz i own a percent
Got gear out wear to everyday
Boutiques from france to the u.s.a.
And i make all the money from the rhymes i invent
So it really doesn't matter how much i spent, because, yo
I make fresh rhymes daily
You burn me really?
Think, just blink and i made a million rhymes
Just imagine if you blinked a million times
Damn i'd be paid
I got it made
I'm kinda spoiled
Cuz everything i want i got made
I wanted gear got everything from cotton to suede
I wanted lead i didn't beg i just got laid
My hair was growin too long, so i got me a fade
And when my dishes got dirty, i got cascade
When the weather was hot, i got a spot in the shade
I'm wise because i rise to the top of my grade
Wanted peace on earth, so to god i prayed
Some kids across town thought i was afraid
They couldn't harm me
I got the army brigade
I'm not a trader
If what you got is greater i'll trade
But maybe later cuz my waiter made potato n alligator souflee
I got it made



Writer(s): Howard Thompson, Dennis Taylor, Jack Hill, Robert Beavers, Preston Joyner, Edward Archer


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