lifestyles of the rich and infamous lyrics – ice-t

it’s eight a.m. i roll out my silk sheets
get fly crash the limo back seats
lookin’ in the faces
of some ladies that i never met
on the interview tip, no sweat
they ask me questions
i throw the words back
they say they write facts
i know that’s bull cr*p
they’re kickin’ drama
but then drama’s my middle name
that’s the price ya pay for big fame
the cellular phone rings
dot wanta pick it up
but it’s my j-o-b i gotta kick it up
another d*mn reporter
on the line with a word quiz
i gotta show cause i’m livin’ with the show
biz. out the llimo, to the plane
in the pourin’ rain
i hate flyin’
but there’s no time for slow trains
another show to do
i gotta caatch my crew
they left last night
in the bus around two
the plane’s a small one
no fun at all
bouncin’ round the air
like a tennis ball
when it touches down
i wanna kiss the ground
but it’s time to wreck a new town
get to the arena, meet up with the crew
they tell me all the speakers blew
the cordless don’t work
sound man’s a jerk
somebody’s gonna get hurt
i’m crazy mad
but my fans want autographs
i turn my angry frowns
into fake laughs
i can’t be rude
cause they wouldn’t understand
i in’t human no more, i’m a superman

[chorus]
you can try
but you’ll never understand this
you can try
but you’ll never understand this
you can try
but you’ll never understand this
the lifestyles of the rich a and infamous

four hours till show time oh well
i might as well check in the hotel
get a little rest
before it’s time to play
ten brothers standin’ in the hallway
all with demo tapes
they need the hook up
they heard that i was
the one to look up
i can’t ditch ’em
cause they already saw me
i’ll put my head down
maybe they’ll ignore me
no chance “ice what’s goin’ on?”
i listened to twenty-five songs
and after thaat
the brothers still wouldn’t leave
they started lookin’ at my t.v.
i was gonna break down
if they didn’t jet soon
snuck across the hall
and crashed in e’s room
but then this freak came in
thought i was e
straddled her legs across me
ripped off her blouse
pushed her breast against my face
started girating her waist. sounds fly,
like a hype s*x thriller?
but see she looked like godzilla
pushed her off me
home girl hit the floor
this is what it’s like on tour
i hit the hallway it was crawlin’ thick
“could we take this picture real quick?”
jumped into a pose
that i used a million times before
took pictures
with the whole d*mn floor
i couldn’t say no not to my fans
you see they wouldn’t understand

[chorus]

now it’s show time, time to flow time
evil lost the records
but we still gotta go time
the house is packed
everybody’s on their feet
so i say, “throw on rakim’s beat.”
e hits the fader and the crowd is lit
i start bustin’ off some new sh*t
the stage is so smokey
that i almost fall off, i start inhalin’ it
i’m tryin’ not to cough
i’m catchin’ problems from every angle
the mic cords are tangled
i try to flow smooth
but my words are mangled
d*mn near slipped and broke my ankle
if that ain’t enough
the police are hawkin’
listenin’ real close
to the words i’m talkin’
they wanna put a brother like me
in the back seat
just because i curse the beat
they wanna tap my phone
wanna keep my crib bugged
call all my homes
felonist street thugs
you might say
i think this lifestyle sucks?
i wouldn’t tade it for a million bucks
although it’s all
not glamour and gleam
it’s still my dream

[chorus]

/ ice t lyrics