Song Lyrics

Ooh, ooh-hoo yeah, ahem
Ay play that back one more time (okay here we go)
[knock on door] Ay who dat?
It's Black-Ty!
What's goin' on man?
I gotta holla at you about somethin'
Give me one second

Nah, you been ignorin' me for years
I wanna talk to you right now about my rap career
But I'ma take you way back to when you first start rappin'
'Member you was in the rap group Triple Went Pack

Man I don't wanna talk now I'm in the vocal booth
Tryin' to get this song done like I'm supposed to do
I need you to get up outta here
I don't wanna talk to you about no rap career

See, that's the problem, we don't share the same vision
I've been tryin' to think of what to say to make yo' ass listen
But nah, every time I bring up the subject
You comin' back at me talkin' R & B shit

Cause I know hip-hop, is a dangerous game
I love hip-hop, but I don't want that thing
All my concerts, got girls in the audience
I don't want nobody tryin' to take my life and shit

Yeah right, you know you wanna get back on the mic
Cause every time you on stage singin' you cuffin' the mic
Tellin' your fans to put they hands in the motherfuckin' air
And wave 'em side to side like they just don't care

But the rap game to me seems shady
All them dis records will probably drive me crazy
All the ladies give me love when I go to club
I don't wanna have to keep my eyes out for no thugs

Aight, I admit it, the rap game's a little shady
But they ain't gon' ever dance in the club to songs like "Sweet Lady"
I see you pop bottles with top models and then you go to the floor
You dance to e'rybody's shit but yours

Mm, nigga you startin' to piss me off
Won't you climb back in your box, Black-Ty get lost
I can't believe you send that 'bout my song "Sweet Lady"
Please leave me alone, you about to drive me crazy

Man you trippin, it's way cheaper to make a rap album
Ten to fifteen thou', you payin' 100 thou' per track
And you don't wanna rap nigga?
Put out two or three albums and go platinum nigga? Damn

Mmm, man I'm not listenin' to you
I love R & B, this is what I do
R & B's the reason that I'm drivin' that Bentley
House on the hill, bank account got plenty
So nigga don't talk to me, about R & B
When every rap nigga out tryin' to sing

Yeah that's true, but I ain't gon' ever do that shit
I'ma call a R & B nigga to sing that shit
Matter of fact think about it, me and you can be on the same record
Me on the verses, and you can sing the hooks and shit
Man, I guarantee we'll win a Grammy with that
That's on me, we'll shake up the industry with that

Probably so, but no, I don't wanna do a song with'chu
Cause I probably never ever get along with'chu
Who do you think you are, talkin' to me
Nigga get up outta here 'fore I call my security

Call 'em, I don't give a f*ck, we from Watts, remember?
I walk right past the sign that said 'Do Not Enter'
Matter of fact you a singer, why you need security?
Ain't nobody even after you, you Hollywood dude

Nigga hold up, I got a phone call comin' through

This is Tyrese Gibson the movie star, I make more money than both of you
While you talkin' rap and R & B dude
Everybody that, raps or sing is makin' movies

Why is that?

'Cause ain't no money in the music industry, one!
Uh, damn, did he hang up the phone?

Yeah the nigga's Hollywood, he's gone
Like I was sayin', I just wanna get at you about some business homie

Oh man I don't wanna talk to you about this shit no more
Please get out of my vocal booth and walk out the door
Who do you think you are talkin' to me?
I'm a singer and all my fans love me

I ain't tryin' to stop you from singin' R & B
I been in a little box for 12 years, I just wanna breathe
Let me out please, I guarantee
That everybody in this industry gon' wanna do a song with me

Aw damn, let me think about it
Aw damn, I'm done thinkin' about it
Hell no, hell no
I don't know if I'm ready to let you out (let you out)
These niggas might not understand what you about (you about)
You might be cursin and callin women out they names
It might be disrespectful to my whole fanbase

Nah man, I got a whole lot of respect for these hoes
I'm just fuckin' with you nigga, for real it's a joke [chuckles]

Nah man, I don't really think this shit is real funny
Because of my fans I made a whole lot of money
I was able to travel around the world and shit!
Five-star hotels with black cards and shit!
I know I never won a Grammy, so what?
Everywhere I go my fans show me so much love

F*ck it, pssh
Guess I ain't gon' ever be able to get through to you
I don't give up that easy though
I'ma get at you tomorrow
Go ahead and finish your lil' R & B song punk

David Bowers, Steve Faulkner, Doug Moore

The duration of Alter Ego (Outro) is 4:57 minutes and seconds.