Cheesy Rat Blues Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Nothin' can save ya 

Nothin' can save ya 

Nothin' can save ya 

Nothin' 

Just throw your hands in the air 

And wave 'em like you just don't care 

Keep 'em there 

Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels 

Can you feel it? 

I used to be rollin' like a millionaire 

Cash in a flash, bankroll to spare 

Homeboys hangin', champagne and girls 

Got my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearls 

Everybody laughin' at my corny jokes 

I was stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks 

It turned out they liked the money and the fame 

If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James 

The nobody who dreamed about bein' somebody 

Chief rocker at the party 

And they was hangin' like, "Yo, I'm your man 

I don't even care about the ring on your hand" 

We'd go out to eat and chill 

But they would go to the bathroom 

When it was time to pay the bill 

I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter 

Too busy with a female, tellin' me I'm the master 

I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you? 

I got play, here, let me show ya" 

Used to have a girl that was on the ball 

When the cash flow got low, so did her calls 

Used to have a homeboy, always chillin' 

My cash went low; he told me I was illin' 

And don't call 'cause he don't hang with derelicts 

Broke with no cash, yo; I was in the mix 

Everybody stepped 'cause my pocket wasn't fat 

My girl got a new man; I fixed his flat 

I'm the one that they're laughin' at 

They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that" 

[Chorus] 

Can you feel it? 

Can you feel it? 

Can you feel it? 

Can you feel it? 

Nothin' can save ya 

I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin' 

A anchor to my ankle and jumpin' right in the ocean 

Cause I'm ashy, and I can't afford lotion 

So-called friends in the jewelry store 

Told me, "Todd, come back when you get off tour" 

Souped as hell; I really regret it 

Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit 

How can a man like me 

Be walkin' around in a world of misery? 

And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine 

Cause they be walkin' past me like I'm a stop sign 

My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty 

Sayin, "Todd, as if he used to have a sporty" 

The Benz was slammin', the Jeep was pumpin' 

Ain't that somethin'? 

I just laugh; this isn't what I was raised for 

When I walk away, it's like ain't this a 

Kick in the rear that I'm standin' here 

And can't afford a tissue for my tear 

Should I drink wine and brandy 

Or get a job puttin' stripes on candy 

Or put a hole in donuts? 

Cause when you're broke, your middle name is "so-what?" 

I had to learn in an incredibly fast way 

When you ain't got no money, they treat you like an ashtray 

I pawned all my jewelry and clothes 

Right after that, I got dissed by all the hos 

That I thought was mine but really never was 

Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz 

That my tank was on "E", and that means empty 

That Twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me 

Everybody thought I was trippin' 

I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on slippin' 

I'm the man that they're laughin' at 

They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that" 

[Chorus] 

I want to hang with my man like, "Let's do this" 

But this man like, "Who this?" 

That's right, the brother got two faces 

They got me puttin' the tips on shoelaces 

P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket 

My motto is: I don't care 

I don't give a damn; so what, why try? 

I might as well rob some Blake Carrington sucker for his money 

It's so funny 

Cars ride by, with the boomin' system 

Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him" 

Now I'm on the cheese-line, poverty-stricken 

As the red tape thickens 

I go to the park; they want to baseball-bat me 

I go to the mall; they throw my old tapes at me 

I'm so horny 

And every girl I know be like, "He's so corny" 

I want money in a hurry 

I'm gettin' tired of leftover curry 

I want to fall off, but I don't know where the edge is 

I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges 

Now I realize I gotta go for mine 

It's windshield time 

I take quarters, pennies, dimes, and nickles 

And a kiddy's tricycle 

I'm a desperado 

"I'm a steal your rims" is my motto 

I watch wrestlin' until I'm dizzy sore 

So if you're cashin' your rent check, know how to get busy 

Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake 

Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak 

I need beer 

I'm a catch the Miller truck out there 

You know how they throw the newspapers in the morning? 

The owner don't want 'em 

I'm the man that they're laughin' at 

They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that." 

[Chorus] 

So yo, one more time, one more time 

Party people in the house tonight 

Just throw your hands in the air 

And wave 'em like you just don't care 

Keep 'em there 

Run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels