Your Life’s a Cartoon lyrics

by

Digital Underground


I said your life's a cartoon

[Shock G]
You woke up, threw on a striped yellow tie
Threw down a cup of coffee, kissed the wifey goodbye
Leave the office each day around eleven o'clock
Then you drive, stop, park, walk about three blocks
To a peep-show booth and meet a girl named Ruth
Wasn't sweating the shame, didn't use your real name
Booked a hotel room, suite paid until June
Get home and tell wifey that you're not in the mood
But then the game got stale and your face grew pale
When you came home early that day feeling ill
Stepped through the door, dropped your brief and your beeper
Your wife is getting down with all your housekeepers
You was mesmerised, how could you be surprised?
Only gave it to her Christmas and the fourth of July
Oh, you had it going on, with ease you really worked it
Let's review the scene just to see if it was worth it:
Okay, last fall's when you started it all
From October to when you caught your wife bending over
Broke up your home now you're on your own
You lost your dignity; your self-respect is gone
I got to laugh though, cuz, cause you thought you was slick
At least she got it free, but you? Youse a big trick
You helped the pimps get paid, took a shot at catching AIDS
And got your wife turned out by the butler and the maid
[Chorus]
Your life's a cartoon

[Shock G]
Try to take a nod on the bus, put your ear in a blob
Left by a moisturiser overdoing slob
Nice and wet down your neck with the jheri curl drip
Couldn't see out the window cause the drip was so thick
Walking through the mall with the house shoe lag
Greasy doorag, sour jheri curl bag
Loud talking and walking j*rking your neck
It's the first of the month, you got your welfare check
Storekeeper johns, they're rubbing their palms
Cause they know you never read the words in the Koran
Where it tells you don't be jealous 'bout what you don't have
Support the brother who opens up a shop on the Ave
You want slack cause you're black but if it ain't dirt cheap
You're quick to say [Humpty: I'm finna go cross the skreet]
And that's another thing, man, the way you're talking is played
You got to know the language if you wanna get paid
Oh, you got a few ends, you might be driving a Benz
But it's the credit man who wins out in the end
He's got your car loan, interest on your mother's home
He's got your daddy paying off sh*t he don't even own
That's what I'm talking 'bout, man, what's the deal
But just listen, I ain't dissing, this sh*t is for real
Get yourself a nose job, yeah that's down
Trying to look like a white man, you brainwashed clown
You're up on European fashion and Japanese cars
But if Wong pulled his market off the block you'd starve
[Chorus]
I said your life's a cartoon

[Shock G]
Now rappin's what's happening but there was a time
Brothers busting out blues like I'm busting this rhyme
From blues came jazz, from jazz came swing
My boy Chuck Berry, my man BB King
Busting out rock 'n' roll, yeah, that was our thing
Please tell me how the hell can Elvis be king
Of a black man's sound
Jimi Hendrix laid down, heavy metal
Run-DMC mixed it around
We pick it back up and the stuff goes over
Some people seem to think we're trying to crossover
I ain't crossed over, jack, just simply came back
To the sound, that we had left laying around
For something new, but not to be claimed by you
It's just wrong, and you know it and it's making you mad
'Cause times changed, and now your son says 'Dad
You gave me Springsteen tickets for my birthday
Can I trade them, man? I wanna see Cool J'
Now, what's up with that, you oughta be ashamed
Your thirteen-year-old is getting into the game
You like blacks [?] lighter, the whiter the righter
I saw you in the tanning booth, you pulled a all-nighter
Gotta get that tan, but hey, I understand
That's how you do it when you're not from the motherland
Yeah, you know what it is
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
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