Sixteen (Feat. André 3000)

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League Huh This is special Extremely special Hook: Andre 3000 When 16 ain't enough When 16 ain't enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When 16 ain't enough When 16 ain't enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Interlude: Rick Ross It's funny because, it's been on my mind lately Having a dope beat, a dope idea Sixteen bars ain't enough How the fuck, can I squeeze my whole life into a 16-bar verse You know, so many different levels, to living your life and Depicting, with your wordplay Exactly what life means to you, and sixteen ain't enough I know y'all gonna feel me on this one You gotta feel me on this one, huh Verse 1: Rick Ross It's funny how things change, funny how time fly More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville, feel my life on the real We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton And all I wanted was one, 16 ain't enough Talking that fast money, 15 every month When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more Everything I ever wore was once worn before Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana Double M G's, double M fees We in every hood, nigga: government cheese Yacht to Yachtmasters, Ol' Dirty Bastard Floor seat for the Heat, paper that I'm stackin Better put away a penny for the rainy days Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river She say my heart cold, I'm naming my son December Whitney died night before the Grammys ? damn, what a memory Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed Born broke, had to use a nigga's instincts Now I get a hundred racks for the 16 Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen Niggas hating, I'm just watching on the big screen Three Stacks on the beat and the kicks mean Hook: Andre 3000 When 16 ain't enough When 16 ain't enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When 16 ain't enough When 16 ain't enough Ooh, yeah Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Interlude: Andre 3000 You know how sometimes you got so much to say but They on-, they only give you 16 Hehehe Man it's like, I mean, I got so much to say The world has said so much to me And I just wanna give right back to 'em But, I only get 16, that's like a cage, you know I really can't say what I wanna say, you know It's just a glimpse, that's all Just one uh, one little single glimpse, just a page But I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking Aight Verse 2: Andre 3000 Summer '88, or was it '89 Or was it wintertime Aw never mind I'm in my room, booming Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper I'm tryna fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy But boy, was I wrong now I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately but of course An assortment of torches that scorches the skin When they enter, intruders whose tutors did A lousy job, how's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up Make us think we do so much and do it big Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches Then go grab the finest wine and drink it Like we know which grape and which region it came from As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't, um, Welch's Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler Y'all can't measure my worth But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile With such a devilish grin, like Where the hell have you been She's yelling, Selling's a sin, well so is telling young men That selling is a sin if you don't offer new ways to win A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm And not set off these alarms, when camera's snap-snap-snap Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap They'll learn why, mere privacy, so essential They won't make no laws, I break their laws 'til they see out our window I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle Forsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em, don't pretend to Yeah something tells me, we ain't in Kansas anymore All that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymore All the women we were pursuing, now they want more And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours Hook: Andre 3000 & Rick Ross When 16 ain't enough When 16 ain't enough Ooh Lord yeah oh Lord Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah When 16 ain't enough When 16 ain't enough Ooh, yeah when 16 ain't enough Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah when 16 ain't enough Breakdown, breakdown Breakdown: Andre 3000 & Rick Ross Does your mama know you see me Does she know you're freaky Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get sleepy How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me Yeah Hahahahah, hahahah, I love it Does your daddy think you perfect Does he know for certain Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains Do he think I'm 2Pac cause I'm black and put the words in Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman Yeah Outro: Rick Ross Hahahah, it's funny because, because you're a changer huh But because we love you, we go that extra mile Break it down for 'em, Andre, huh Guitar solo Next level, amazing