Somethin' Else - Cannonball Adderley & Bill Evans

Playin' with them bands, haha Playin' with your bitch, ay I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" Yeah (yeah), somethin' else I just pulled up in somethin' else (skrrt) I hopped out with a big Glock on my hip, behind my Louis belt (yeah) I'm ballin' on these niggas and my diamonds jumpin' out the gym (yeah) I'm ballin' on these niggas and my diamonds jumpin' out the gym (yeah) I'm ballin', I might break the rim Glizzock, yeah, they ain't nothin' like him My main bitch think I'm a pimp 'Cause all these hoes be on my dick (yeah) These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (No, these hoes ain't worth fifty cent) Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh I just told my nigga that He gotta get rich or die tryin' (yeah, yeah) I'm livin' life very fast, I blew a bag and got it back (right back) I just made a couple hunnid racks, I'm tryna double that (double that) I just made a couple hunnid racks, I'm tryna triple that Yeah, triple that, I've been gettin' ten, plenty cash I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah) Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' in my flesh (yeah, yeah) I've been runnin' up that bag, did that shit without no help (uh-uh) Blue diamonds around my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" Blue rocks, blue rocks (blue) Every three or four months, I go and buy me some new rocks (yeah) New spot, new drop (yeah) In the neighborhood beatin' and that motherfucka too hot I've been runnin' up that bag and I didn't break a sweat Over a bitch I cannot stress Them hoes be like, "Damn, Dolph you a mess" Paper Route the gang, yeah, we just crashed the party These niggas study me like I'm Mr. Miyagi I just pick your bitch up in the Ferrari (skrrt) Smoke a opp on sight like some Biscotti (yeah) Spent a stack just on drawers in Versace (ayy) I run shit around my way like Khadhafi Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Have I ever had a foursome with four hoes? Probably (ha) At the trap house doin' the shmoney dance like Bobby (Shmurda) I got rich off the box like Roddy (Roddy Ricch) She don't get what she want, she start poutin' (poutin') I like to read but I love countin', run it up I'm livin' life on the edge Bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah, yeah-yeah) Money, power and respect This shit runnin' through my flesh (yeah, yeah-yeah) I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help (nuh-uh) Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah) Money, power and respect This shit runnin' through my flesh (money, money) I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help (uh-uh) Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" I'm livin' life on the edge Bitch, I'm all about a check Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' in my flesh I've been runnin' up that bag, did that shit without no help Blue diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" (You somethin' else, you somethin' else, you somethin' else You somethin' else, you somethin' else, you somethin' else)

C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya Yeah, now gettin 'em up, gettin 'em up what Gettin 'em up, gettin 'em up what Gettin 'em up, gettin 'em up what Yo, yo, yo What's with the melodrama? Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter like it's a special honor The stealth bomba, gem droppa make the ghetto holla Inter-conta-nental Takin' you high like sky divers when we spark with live wires Original cavemen quest for my fire Express my desire to drop this new shit These record executives keep tellin' me, y'all stupid Now if they right, shut the fuck up! Revolutionaries throw your guns up Whether you a bourgie broad who actin' stuck up Or some ignorant cut mutha fucker shootin' the club up We gonna make ya'll feel this, break your spirit If you fake that realness word we bringin' it Bringin' it in from the new millennium to way after that I call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap Kill all the yappin' lets make it happen You cats ain't real, your just a re-enactment Better yet, dramatization Soon as the director say action you start fakin' I start breakin' The whole joint start shakin' This ain't the time or place for you to prove something Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! Move Somethin' (move somethin') Move Somethin' (move somethin') Move Somethin' (move somethin') Move Somethin' (move somethin') (Word... Alright bring it back to the top) To be continued... lets see what's next up on the menu Run up in you lyrics that be fuckin' with you In the mental, pick any mental: Instru-, funda-, detri- Extra extra large like the borough of Brooklyn the residential Exi-stential this specialist Like sly stone wit my poem and fly song Ride along we capture live great and die strong Word we gonna rock till nothing else matters You catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we peppermint Altoids Step in the high reppin' the spot called flatbush Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust The abstract then becomes the reality Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity Kill all the yappin' lets make it happen You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment Better yet, dramatization Soon as the director say action you start fakin' I start breakin' The whole joint start shakin' This ain't the time or place for you to prove something Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! Move Somethin' (move somthin') Move Somethin' (move somthin') Move Somethin' (move somthin') Move Somethin' (move somthin')