Intro – Fame

You know the type… See those popcorn players, up in the club…

Verse 1 – Jimmy Nice

You know the girls that talk and never seem to pipe down

Raise a couple eyebrows every time they walk

Some know better, some cats get caught

Get used for they dollars and they food on they fork, but

Really, they havin the bread

But the thought of getting laid’s in the back of they head

Come on now, that ain’t gon happen at all

You’ll be waiting by the phone for days for that call, but

We know the rules

We ain’t putting up with use-and-abuse girls that seem to play dudes for fools

Give an arm one way, now these cats think they in with a chance

Then they fork out dollars for a dance

Cop another glance, now over your arm

But she now needs money for a cab out front

Tryna pay your way under the sheets

You want her lip, got nothing but cheek, a sucker for P

You acting like a pup on a leash

Now your money and your time spent, her man picks her up and they leave

Got you coping with another defeat

Thinking a cocktail gotta sweep em off of they feet

Right Fame? (Fuck no!)

These cats is getting played

But they bounce back thinking they luck’s low

They got enough dough for that shit

Soon they gon realise they can’t buy game so they hustling back

Bridge 1: Jimmy Nice

Yo Fame (What up?)

We just trying to set the record straight

For them cats with no game, let me demonstrate

“Girl, where you from, name Just, I’m the bomb

If you ain’t down for that then you better get on”

Yo Fame (What up?)

We just trying to set the record straight

For them cats with no game, let me demonstrate

“Girl, where you from, name Just, I’m the bomb

If you ain’t down for that then you better get on”

Verse 2: Fame

Yeah yeah, you know the type son

They might sweat one or two

Want em all, but can’t get one or two

Start with the best one or two

Then move from the dimes to the fives to the rest one or two

On some desperate shit, can’t afford to get selective shit

Forget game son, it’s best you quit

Tryna make your way up, and stay at the top

But sucker nah you ain’t a player you just say it a lot

And it ain’t hard to tell how they get like that

Once you get like that man, just let up

Cos at the end of the day, it’s really them that play

See we don’t get girls, they get us

Think you’re getting far cos she letting you talk

She got a sparkle in her eyes and you’re slow to retort

Jump hoops for a glance but she owning the sport

She know the end from the start you ain’t gotta perform

Only way you’ll change it is fucking it up

Pick your jaw off the floor sucker button it up

Popped collars on the bar, fronting breezy

Believe me, son you ain’t gotta act easy

She run the night from first sight for sheezy

She only take flight cos your game too greasy

Believe me, that ain’t gona happen at all

You’ll be waiting by the phone for days for that call

Bridge 2: Fame

Yo Jus (What up?)

We just trying to set the record straight

For these cats with no game, let me demonstrate

“Girl, how you feel, name Fame, what the deal

If you ain’t down for that then go head, for real”

Yo Jus (What up?)

We just trying to set the record straight

For these cats with no game, let me demonstrate

“Girl, how you feel, name Fame, what the deal

If you ain’t down for that then go head, for real”

Verse 3: Nick Lupi

You gotta laugh at these tricks and the games they play

On these dudes with no game like a rain delay

Haven’t the faintest, they

Throwin down the cash, tryna smash in the most shameful way

Now I ain’t a cheapskate

But is she worth a whole night’s work and a whole week’s pay?

No, you want a quick fuck

But it’s ironic that you gotta put down the dollars to pick up

And these same dudes that claim they get the most busiest

They prowl parties for the girls that’s most pissy

Now that’s a snake-arse way to attack

Let me set it straight, that don’t make you a mack

Popcorn players, sweater twice as tight

Thinking if the price is right

Tonight’s the night

Come on man, that ain’t gona happen at all

You’ll be waiting by the phone for days for that call

Bridge 3: Nick Lupi

Ayo boys (What up?)

We just trying to set the record straight

For the cats with no game, let me demonstrate

“Girl, what it do, it’s the kid Nick Lupe

If you ain’t down for that, you better roll through”

Ayo boys (What up?)

We just trying to set the record straight

For the cats with no game, let me demonstrate

“Girl, what it do, it’s the kid Nick Lupe

If you ain’t down for that, you better roll through”