Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A little twisted

I took the original and modified it my way keeping some of the original pieces untouched as they were integral for keeping the song together.. Why did I do this? Well…

1. I love Kanye as he is probably the most influential hip hop artist to hit the music industry in the past 5 years. And if you don’t agree you probably don’t know much about hip hop. Minus the money and the ethnic background he and I are very much alike on how we approach life both with our mind, mouth, and soul.

2. I love this song to death cuz it’s probably the realist most passionate shit he ever wrote

3. I was bored the other night and I have to find different ways to entertain myself artistically by doing things other than creating C# programs.

So, I know this is probably lame on some level to some of you, but I thought it was kind of cool
I do what I want, bitches. You really have to know the original lyrics and the remix to truly appreciate the mods. Love you Mr. West.

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right

I had a dream I could buy my way to America
When I awoke I spent that on 12 hours of flight
I told my friends in letters I'd be back in a second
As a teen it's so hard not to act reckless
I was given a lot and for 26 years I was tested
Got arrested, guess then he got the message
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny
And what'd I do? Act more stupidly
Bought more toys? Smoked tree
Still my mama was a good influence to me
The friendship drama, people avoiding me
I'm on Paul's camera talking like it's just you and me
I'm just saying what's on my mind man
I ain't one of the patients, I ain't go to heal man
I guess the money should've changed him
I guess I should've forgot where I came from

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing right?
Excuse me, was you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing

Let out the automatic doors
This is my life buddy, you decide yours
I couldn't tell you if Jesus died for us
But I could tell you who decide wars
So I back-in that motherfucker sideways
Old folks talking about back in my day
But buddy, this is my day
Class started 20 minutes ago, damn again I am late
Know I already graduated
And you can live through anything if my grandpa made it
They say I talk with so much passion
OOH, they don't know I am the latest fashion
Don't scratch my back if you're gonna stab
Then say some apologies like you in rehab
Let me know if it's a problem then
Aight buddy, call me then

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing right?
Excuse me, was you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing


Let the vodka splash
Let that man close his tab, let that man get past
He loves not to stop and keep on the gas
Yea, yea, Yea, buddy this a theme song
If he can move through life, he can ride to heaven
Cause how he groove in a club full of No's?
How he stay faithful on the floor full of hoes?
Must be the king cuz he moving in to his throne
heart not of stone and brain grown
Treasure, what's your pleasure?
Life is a bitch no matter how you fuck her
So if the devil wear Prada, my girl wear nada,
I'm in between, but way more soulful
and I try with little effort
but if you try hard,
That's when you gain hard
Ya'll homies thinking like "Why God?"
I used to reminisce over you, my God

La La La La (Hey!)
Wait till I get my money right
La La La La (Yeah!)
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
Excuse me, is you saying something?
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (HA HA!)
You can't tell me nothing
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing


First I get my money right
The I get my fun on
If I always want to have my drink on on
$100 jeans on, do that mean I dream wrong?
And I was high as strides
We sailed the ship on Caribbean tides
We were fly, even though we ended
And it don't matter if she turn me down cuz
When I get my money right she gonna come running
And she'll giigle like Google with extra "i's"
Some dudes try to whisper too many lies
I stay focused on her eyes
In Miami clubs you need to bring some extra hoes
Not in tank tops, tell them wear some sexy clothes
I have no game and my chain is small
Damn, Dre would you change anything?
No
But (If I had a billion dollars)
I'd buy more button downs and pop those sleeves
Nicky is attached, her nickname is Femur
Maxima need company too, her nickname is Bimmer
"Wait till I get my money" everybody motto
So I am gonna need bravo for all the code I wrote
yeah, hey mama they can hate him
Cuz after all the drama, they just fade in