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Who is it man? Who's at the door? What time is it? What time is it? Who is it? Self esteem ain't what it seemed on your tv screen i was cool but it's fame that i fiend for. let the dream go and keep it on the lo-lo and i know i had to get my lumps and my humps though. i'm living life without a boss, never thought of the cost all i knew was how to HO TOSS! mad mothers in my rearview i'm disrespecting the girls i said i loved in my interviews half the year i'm on my tour bus with my girl at home beggin' to fly out and kick it with us and i just say i'm outta cell phone range with these two gold rings and this H-bone chain i'm like lovin' these groupies - they loosey, personal massuesy face scrubbin's a duty - uh i done changed but i can't see the clock crosshairs locked, who the target? Mix-a-lot Conscience wake him up fame said shut him up telephone pick it up fame said hang it up females don't touch fame said hook it up mom said save it up fame said spend it up - Fame! I'm addicted to the faayayayayayayayme. I'm addicted to the fame. Fame, if they could put it in a pipe i was first in line to get my screen wiped i had the green light to get the mad cracking keep the banks stackin' and gold diggers askin' about the lack of plants in my house because i'm a bachelor, baby needs a WAY OUT! but the girls with the fringe benefit of the drug double dropping cells on my white rug and that's the way that i was living too much dough giving a dirty windshield'll give a man blurred vision i used to call moms twice-da-week but i slipped when my vein drug peaked - yea fame, will put an "F" on your chest and that's real but remember this - FAME KILLS! and just to put it in perspective Selena left us in Texas - best friend suspected. Conscience wake him up the fame said shut him up telephone pick it up the fame said hang it up females don't touch the fame said hook it up mom said save it up the fame said spend it up - Fame, fame, chicka fame, fame. I'm addicted to the fame, fame, chicka fame, fame. I'm addicted to the fame, fame, chicka fame, fame. I'm addicted to the fame, fame, chicka fame, fame. I'm addicted to the fame. I'm addicted to the faayayayayayayayme. (I'm addicted to the...) Well the drug is green but it ain't no weed it's a need to succeed at accelerated speeds yea - record labels was pushing for pop hits i was torn between the grassroots and double D tits can't cry wallet man when you know it's the fame that made you put the gold things on your (blastain?) you got the need to show 'em up cause they said you was fake and you was never blowin' up so you throw 'em up to feel hard and accepted by some weak ass MC's the companies rejected and i'm knowing how it is cause i done tried the fame drug and went from name mud to big stud i got juiced and lobster but i still want grits leavin' beverly hills to get my ghetto kicks but did i do it in time to save my spot or will they make it all stop? Will they stop my fame? I'm addicted to the fame. I'm addicted to the fame. I'm addicted to the fame. |