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Chumbawamba F/ Elvis Costello - What You See lyrics
[Hook]
 (what you see), is the ice and the cars
 (is what you get), a black man with stars
 (what you see), is the fortune and the fame
 (is what you get), another struggle in the game
 (what you see), is the house and the chrome
 (is what you get), paparazzi round your home
 (what you see), O.G. E.S.G.
 (is what you get), nothing but the truth for me
 [E.S.G.]
 And I don't care who you is, this song pertains to you
 Especially if you went through, some of the thangs I went through
 In and out of jail, posession with intent to sell
 Trying to make it out the ghetto, sometimes orders hell
 Now inhale exhale, hydro spell
 My cousin Terell in the cell, with all the rest of the black males
 Might as well let the kids, stay with grandma tonight
 Cause his daddy in the FED's, and his mama on the pipe
 Plus this rap life ain't right, it's snakes under the table
 Believe what I'm saying, that's why I left the mo' labels
 It's the same game, a new coach a new team
 But this year I'm the only playa, know what I mean
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 [E.S.G.]
 I remember being told, everything glitter ain't gold
 Some of these rappers scream platinum, can't show with they soul
 Old Rocky ghetto role, President ain't caring
 See you think we got it bad, better ask Hank Aaron
 Went from riding in back of the bus, to owning them hoes
 Throwing DVD's in em, balling out of control
 See a set of 24's, don't make me better than you
 But a fresh paint job, make me wetter than youChumbawamba F/ Elvis Costello - What You See - http://motolyrics.com/chumbawamba-f-elvis-costello/what-you-see-lyrics.html
 Now I remember being broke, without a god damn quarter
 No more Kool-Aid in the fridge, better drink some sugar water
 No gangstas in the hood, living good moving bricks
 No milk the baby sick, the mama too lazy to go to wick
 Use to stand in long lines, for government cheese
 I'm paying taxes, giving back my government cheese
 Government please, what kinda laws are these
 You get more time for chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki's
 Take five G's, then about ten beaks
 Fifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week
 1985, that's when crack came out
 That was the last time my daddy, came back in the house
 They told me go to church, and confess my sins
 Hard to do it, when the preacher fucking all my friends
 Ain't no need to pretend, everything bout me real
 E.S.G. signing off, Big Sin how you feel now
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 [E.S.G.]
 You think we had it bad in the past, wait for the future
 In the wrong neighborhood, the police might shoot ya
 Got college athletes, who break they back in the game
 While the coaches get rich, ain't that a god damn shame
 Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money
 Since it ain't baseball, they try to call you damn dummie
 But what would you do, if you never had a dime
 And you stood 6'9", better sign on that line
 This one here, for all my G's that's on the grind
 Who won't sell out, and keep that damn money on they mind
 From my skull to my spine, I'm a hundred percent a G
 E.S.G.'s who I be, what you get is what you see now
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