Artist: Drake Album: Take Care Song: Under Ground Kings Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Drake] Yea... bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy water Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape Probably shouldn't be drivin, it just got so much harder Can't even see straight, I can't even see straight Ohh, fuck with me, I'll buy the shots Live a little, cause niggaz die a lot And lie a lot but I'm the truth, that's right I fuckin said it The livin proof that you ain't gotta die to get to heaven You girl, you right there, you look like you like this shit How'd I know? How'd I know? That's me on some psychic shit I could tell a lie if you askin me my whereabouts But I might talk that real if you ask me what I care about Rap and bitches, rappin bitches, bitches and rappin Rappin and bitches until all of it switches - I swear It's been two years since somebody asked me who I was I'm the greatest man, I said that before I knew I was That's what's important what really happened before this when me and my crew was all about this rapper from New Orleans singin "Walkin like a man, finger on the trigger I got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, ah~!" With fame on my mind, my girl on my nerves I was pushin myself to get somethin that I deserve That was back in the days, Acura days I was a cold dude, I'm gettin back to my WAYS [Chorus: Drake] People always ask how I got my nice things Take my crown to the grave, I'm a underground king I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told Cause I'm down to spend whatever, lately I've been on a roll And I do it for the city cause you know the city love a nigga Do it for the city cause you know the city love a nigga Do it for the city cause you know the city love a nigga Do it for the city {"U.G.K., fuck these other niggaz"} [Drake] Sometimes I need that romance, sometimes I need that pole dance Sometimes I need that stripper that's gon' tell me that she don't dance And tell me lies, make it sound good, make it sound good Do me like the women from my town would Leather with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors Talkin all them good things, that's all I'm really good for Memphis, Tennessee know, see I start to go deep back And Ridge Crest with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack And these niggaz got them diamonds glowin in they mouth And they rockin furs like it's snowin in the South And every pretty girl tell me that's the shit that she like So why am I in class if this is who I'm tryin to be like? So I drop out, lessons I was taught are quick to fade Soon as I realize that turnin papers in won't get me paid And if I don't do nothin I'ma ball I'm countin all day like a clock on the wall Yeah I need that; makin major changes to the life I'm livin I had no choice, I had to prove I made the right decision That was back in the days, Acura days I was a cold dude, I'm gettin back to my WAYS [Chorus]