Larry David - Ubiquitous

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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

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

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

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