Locksmith - Fuckin' Idols lyrics

Fresh out of the runway
Just flew into Houston
Me and my cousin here till Sunday
Why you leavin' Sunday?
He say 'Loc, lemme explain'
Everybody come here for the strippers
Don't nobody watch the game
So we stand outside for thirty minutes
Waiting on our ride
You know flaky ass promoters
Never do pick you up on time
I just wanna get up in the room, maybe loom
Maybe kick back, watch a couple cartoons
Maybe order food, maybe take a nap
Maybe lap on the premises
I was in the middle of a Genesis
Rebirth when I see skirts
I don't wanna beat a nigga to another ass
I just wanna feeling that we know i can smash
But, it's kinda difficult when
Woman let it pass i know, i go to the venue
Then to the middle where they
Puttin' up the stage
A couple white nigga on the
Build I ain't faze
I don't give a fuck, but I betta get payed
So we hop in a rental when
We ride on the block
Lookin' for another situation that could pop
Lookin' for another lil' somethin'
We could knock and a couple bad bitches
And my nigga wanna stop so we stop
We walk with the tele, the lobby is packing
It's us niggas
It's filled with bitches and strippers
And ballers and drug dealers
And she on my line like wassup
Whacha? Said I got a girl
'I don't give a fuck' nigga
Damn, I wanna leave, damn, I wanna stay
Damn, I wanna be the nigga that went astray
I don't wanna seem rude
I don't wanna kill the mood
But, you talkin' Ice-Cube, no Oshe
Oh, wait, oh, wait
How the did I get in the scene?
The way that she starrin' is burnin' my jeans
My nigga like 'just take this
One for the team! '
So I proceed with the proceeding
While proceeding in with haste
She said 'follow me to the bathroom
I think we gon' need some space'
I said 'damn, you are assertive
You deserve to keep your chase'
She say 'nigga, why you blockin? '
Then I heard somebody knockin'

Idols, we be idols
She be idols, man, all these idols
Idols, we be idols
She be idols, man, all these idols

I though I was outta clutches till I
Found I was tryna wet this
Gonna mount that amount to a mountain
And how she steps out of her husband
How she checks out when she's
How she's in doubt when she's sufferin'
How they just had to child
So the money in house is nothin'
But, it's funny how spouse is someone that
I though that I seen somewhere
But, I can't put my finger on it
She say put yo finger here
I know it's misleading, dear
But, I can't have that wrong on me
And I looked at that face again
And finally dawned on me
'Ain't you the wife of that ball
Playa with tall paper? '
Who retired from playing but as
A child was my wallpaper?
But he moved to the Midwest and got
The house with the large acres
Cake from endorsements to makin'
Money in all fazes and facing her I can see
When I speak she's bored, idle
She needs some attention
I hide like fuckin' a formal rival
Maybe a foreigner foreign to
Her she's thinkin' idle
But, I can't be the nigga to fuck
The wife of his former idol

Idols, we be idols
She be fuckin' idols, man, all these idols
Idols, we be idols
She be fuckin' idols, man, all these idols
Idols, she be idols all these idols, idols