Larry David

Huh KC U B I Ces Ces Sound Sweet, Sour Me You couldn't get another, you couldn't You couldn't get another, you couldn't Ladies and gents, busy boys and girls It's the root of all evil, and it poisons worlds When I get too much of it, I hear it'll sour me Like Uncle Scrouge, with the money pit to devour me, huh I'm getting by, shit ain't fly and flowery But what I need now is a bump in my salary I give a hell about, sellin out Tell em bout, my slice, and ticket price, for shows, I'm sellin out Huh spell it out speak about it in three's See the pie gotta get me a piece piece piece Momma say Mikey you so cheap cheap cheap What I say momma please don't weep, I gotta eat [Hook] Everything that you say sounds sweet, sour me But that sugar rots your teeth, now you can't speak You couldn't get another dollar outta me, uh uh You couldn't get another dollar outta me, uh uh Everything that you say sounds sweet, sour me But that sugar rots your teeth, now you can't speak You couldn't get another dollar outta me, uh uh You couldn't get another dollar outta me, uh uh They want me to take em to deep-- Space and teach em how to breathe Put em into a deep sleep, teach em how to dream Dig a body up out a grave, and teach it how to live Throw a kitten into a river, and teach it how to swim It's like, Mario teaching Luigi how to win Some, people will tell you to teach a Frisbee how to spin, huh People will talk, like he be about a bill Shit, I'll probably be that way, til I see about a mill All they know is hustle and shine, teach em how to skill So they lost, I'mma find them, lead them out the field Cause that tall grass will blind them, I remind them Of why, they on they grind, and their reason for rhyme [Hook] Well if it don't make a dollar, it don't make cents If it don't make them hotter, that don't make em dense Ya'll don't be makin hits, don't shift blame What ya'll wrote don't make sense, dope shit's playin There's a difference between the two, I won't explain Should be easy for even you, I don't fix lames Everything that you sayin sound, sugar-shack sweet Now your mouth is full of rotten, lookin black teeth Please, please, you couldn't squeeze Blood outta stone Or love outta home Blunts outta my zone I'm all outta loans, all out on my own And I'm all about the dough, all about the dough