Geto Boys - Trophy Lyrics
Who gives a ***** about a God damn grammy?(willie d)Yo, flav, I give a ***** about a God damn grammyBut them mother*****in hoes wont hand me oneAt least you was invited by the biggotsThe mother*****ers told me to buy a ticketTo the phoney ass ceremony***** oscar, emmy, and tonyCause when it comes to award timeNiggaz be standin on the God damn sidelineIm loadin my nine, cause I got a lotta grudgesIm bout to take out the judgesWillie d wont shit cha but hit chaTake a look at the overall pictureEvery year its the same old storySame faces, same kinda goriesI sold a lotta records and a lotta people know meNow wheres my God damn trophy?Im under a microscope, for the songs I wroteCause the ganksta of love dont scapegoatI tell it like it is thats why they dont ban meI aint tryin to make nobody happyIm from the streets so I kick it for the ghettoI cant talk about shit I dont knowYour whole vocabularys baby baby babyThats why you so God damn crazyAnd it should be a crimeOne sucka gets nominated 5 or 6 damn timesIt aint that hes better than the restIts just a damn popularity contestOr a bribe or a favorMother*****ers make a speech and they think that they majorI sold a lotta records and a lotta people know meNow wheres my God damn trophy?(award host)And the winner is george straitFor best female vocalist, reba mcintyreMost appearances made after death, elvis presleyThe king couldnt be here due to illnessSo to accept his award on his behalf, we have grateful deadIt aint what you know, its who you know broThats why Im not on your radio and your video showIts gettin kinda hecticAnd I still aint kissin no ass to be acceptedThey finally gotta category for rapBut dont blink cause youll miss it in the formatAnd if you follow my suggestions9 times outta 10 you see some country westernThey need to have willie d on that stagePumpin his fists like this and gettin blissWith md-20 20Or the 40 o-z wit the rest of the gbIm tired of your boring showsI make your stuck up ass audience say ho!I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know meNow wheres my God damn trophy(award host)And the winner is randy travisAnd guns and...hey what the?(willie d)Get the ***** outta the wayGet your ass out the God damn wayYo man, the real mother*****in winners isThe God damn geto boys for most ***** words in a songThe ***** killa of the year grammy goes toThat nigga you love to have ice cubeThe nasty ass group award goes out to 2 live crewThe high roller of the industry award goes out to ice tThe pro-black grammy goes out to public enemyCause they too black and they too God damn strongAnd we gonna give the lip-sync God damn mother*****in grammyTo those punk mother*****ers, milli vanilli
