fame þarký sözü

fame, i´m the man that takes things over
fame makes me loose, hard to swallow
fame puts me there where things are hollow
fame
fame
it´s not your brain, it´s just the flame
the bitch is gonna get your ends
slain!
(you know i need the money, i will get the money
cos i need the cash, hey c´mon gotta get it)
(you know i need the money, i will get the money
cos i need the cash, hey c´mon gotta get it)
chorus: rc
fame, what you like is in the limo
fame, take it now there´s no tomorrow
fame, what you need you´ll have to borrow
fame
fame
nine is fine, it plays for time
i´ma lemme hit you from be-hind
fame, fame
fame
a bullet for me, i bust it for you
i love it when you grab my gun
fame
fame, what´s your name? what´s your name? what´s your name?
say my name? say my name? say my name?
[king tee]
the world´s famous, rugged with the superstar persona
rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer
big timer, i´m known in places i haven´t even been
executed styles behind men
oh god, i preach that old hudd city gospel
my look´s hostile, hittin remy from the bottle
the fame is like i´m possessed wit game
and everywhere i go, hos screamin my name
but i´m rollin, not that my bald head´s swollen
i´m towin, ya fixed up, they´d rather see ya broken
i´m scopin often where the spotlights shine
me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time
but folks watchin, wearin khakis or versace
they try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi
i´ma look what the hogg had become
a top notch nigga with the fame game
outro: rc
is it any wonder, i´ll reject ya first
fame fame fame fame
is it any wonder, your heart´s too cold to fool
fame fame fame fame