[Verse 1: Ice-T]
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My lifestyle is crazy, I'm luxury lazy
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So much gold; that jewelry don't faze me
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Cordless phone, eight or nine homes
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Girlies on my Jammie with an Ice-T Jones
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Bank account booming, fast lane zooming
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Known around the world for my high post grooming
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Macks like a preacher, loves like a teacher
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Got a girl lives in Paris, when I want her I beep her
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Too many clothes, got a rag top Rolls
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1.000 Watt System, and my speakers are BoseA¢ē
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I kick it like a champ, I throught you knew it
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Though pimping ain't easy; but somebody gotta do it
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[Interlude #1:]
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[Emanon] Yo Ice, they want you to be on Lifestyle for Rich and Famous
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[Ice-T:] Man, hang up on that fool!
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[Emanon] Yo Ice, what you're doing with that fourth cord on the floor
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[Ice-T:] Homeboy, that's the carpet man!
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[Emanon] Yo man, what you're doing with all this money, all over this floor man?
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[Ice-T:] Get the vaccum, dude!
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[Emanon] Yo man, there's ten girls waiting in the bedroom
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[Ice-T:] They been there for a week, another day won't hurt!
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[Verse 2: Ice-T]
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My thumbs are tired, just from counting cash
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No more room in my diamond stash
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Filing my nails is such a tiring task
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Gold knobs in my Benzo dash
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Five freaks just to comb my hair
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Monograms on my underwear
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Bodyguards around so please don't dare
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You're taking a chance, if you just stop and stare
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Living my life is just so hard to do
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Making deals, a million one or two
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Buying new cars for my entire crew
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Matching Ferraris, E's black, mine is blue
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Can't swing a lap in my pool because it's just too long
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Could never go broke because my bank is too strong
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No matter what I do, I simply can't go wrong
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And I'll make money, I don't need this damned song
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But somebody's gotta do it
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[Interlude #2:]
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[Emanon] You want this rope, but that go one ten thousand one's twenty
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[Ice-T:] Yo, I don't care man, put it on the dog man!
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[Emanon] Yo Ice, what you're gonna do, we got a house on Parsberg, half built
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[Ice-T:] Man, I don't like it no more, tear it down, I don't need no more houses!
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[Emanon] Yo Ice, Gucci, Louie and Fila wanna sponser you
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[Ice-T:] Man, I told you, I don't need no more clothes
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[Emanon] Man!!
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[Verse 3: Ice-T]
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When I walk in a joint, punks always look at me hard
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Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
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Cold maxing in my mansion, so big it's silly
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Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
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Mink sheets on my bed, that's what I said
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Gourmet chefs in my kitchen so that I can get fed
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So tired of sailing on my boat I might..
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just Helicopter to my Jet and catch a midnight flight
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So many girls in my book, it weighs a ton
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Gotta leave the damned country just to have some fun
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Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
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And there ain't nothing in the world that me and E ain't done
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But somedody's gotta do it
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[Outro:]
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[Emanon] Yo Ice, it's Brandal Rays man, he wants to know can he hang out with you and E
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[Ice-T:] Man, would you tell that fool! to get off my jamie man
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[Emanon] Yo yo yo Ice, your homeboy at Marker Show just caught up, wants to borrow some more money
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[Ice-T:] No Problem! small thing to a gaint, cause somedody gotta do it!!
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Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) (12" Mix)
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| Ice-T |
