That Ain't Classy

[Intro/Break - Female Singer] (Classified) You want it, you need it, I got it (cause this is how it's goin down) You want it, you need it, I got it [Verse 1 - Classified] They call me Mr. Negativity, call it how I see Yes I'm back in the vicinity, bringin what you need Plus all of the amenities, not what you consider the Run of the mill, runnin the drill, none of it's real, celebrity (oh, no, no!) I don't let any of it get to me I am more a mystery, mentally and physically Yeah I seen the bright lights, ever so vividly Partied with the star types and mingled with the industry But jeez, we don't need another hero I relate to real people, not these self-centered weirdos Flamboyant wannabe, oh so flashy If you ask me, that really isn't classy You'll never see me with my sunglasses on in a club Dancin on a table to my own song gettin buzzed (nah) And you'll never see me with a couple bottles of Cris' Tryin to pick up on a chick like "bitch, you want this?" That ain't classy [Hook - Classified] The radio is playin my song and I got a record label that's puttin me on But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do And, if you're not relatin it's hard, not to hate 'em Don't care what they're sayin, I ain't changin That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy [Verse 2 - Classified] Uh, aiyyo, my daily insecurities Got me locked down, like I'm sittin in security Gettin locked down and it never did occur to me It presented perfectly, verbally, my uncertainties could turn into my currencies (but) You'll never see my shirt wide open With the chest hair blowin in the wind, I know it And you'll never see me lose it tryin to justify my music At award shows cause I didn't win, I know it I'm adamant, I won't become extravagant Cause yo' my management and the guys I travel with ain't havin it I'm just an average man who happened to have a plan Never had to front on who I am to attract a fan And don't be mad cause I never pop bottles I don't waste my money, I save my money, returnin pop bottles Don't hate, wait (wait), I ain't tryin to save, I'm tryin to get paid I'm tryin to work to earn the money I make, that's classy [Hook] [Verse 3 - Classified] Uh, yeah, now I'm the one makin many beats, pumpin in the trunk I'm the one smokin plenty trees, puffin in the club I'm the one gettin loose, Friday night, havin fun Spillin drinks on the wifey, when I'm a little drunk That's classy, I guess I'm the ultimatum And y'all aware, I'm often hated cause they not relatin And I don't feel offended, everyone can say their peace I just really hate pretendin, so all you get is me, that's classy (classy, classy, HA!) [Hook]