The Finer Things - Dr. Oop, Kankick

In real, reality

Finer things

Yo, mama didn’t raise no jacker

Gun packer, nor a slack-jawed jokel or a slacker

See 'cause all the things I became never remain my soul aim

Had money and fame before I tamed the rap game

I hustled and shit, but never was rich

And never gave an inch to a gold digging (Hooch)

My family ain’t rich, no, I got no rich people

And I associate wealthy folks with global evil and greed

Happiness and wealth is not equal

I still be eating waffles up at Roscoe’s on Pico with butter

And kickin' where niggas is like brothers

Not because they got big names like Scatman Crothers

Or Arnold Schwarzenegger, I flex rebel behavior

One man’s trash is another man’s savior

I’m here to show ‘em

So this performance will be defining, like Jack in The Shining

The finer things in life c’mon

Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)

Those are the finer things in life to me

The finer things in life, c’mon!

Good food, good weed, good women, good music (life, life, life, life)

Those are the finer things in life to me

The finer things in life, life

You know what?

I like to grab the mic with my black love Noogas

And make the onlookers say «Good-googa-mooga»

I’d rather bone ugly sugar, than pay a hooker

And I go for family women, weed smokers, good cookers

And I don’t buy dames no diamonds, she would know how I feel

It’s revealed when I’m rhymin'

And puttin' time in puffin' purple heroin sonny island

Pilin' money doing dodge art and low profiling, all the while

And when it comes to fashion it ain’t price but style

'Cause any fool with loot could buy the same suit

Get knocked atop the docks wearin' cheap shit

That all the ghetto babies can afford once they peep it

You see it ain’t about clubs

A true Mac can Mac butt naked

To all my real brothers never fake it

I’ve never seen Twista

I’d like to get twisted brother and then we switch careers like Twisted Sister

Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)

Those are the finer things in life to me

The finer things in life, c’mon!

Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)

Those are the finer things in life to me

The finer things in life, life

Word, I’m just tryna make snaps so I can treat folks and be good

Keep constant chronic and buy a big black Fleetwood

And have myself a family, brought myself a plant or three

Stop and see the homies when I’m rolling past Gramercy

Prolly sport Dickies, will still sag

Never fucked with no fag, but don’t gay bash

Stay in tune with the Creator, better now than later

'Cause some wait till too late and wish they lived greater

But me I live righteous right here and right now

And drop freestyles to make the whole cypher foul

And fans of you money-crazed rappers across the land

I’ma translate for you, so y’all can understand

If I grab the mic and bust and they say «Go Droopie!»

It’s like I bought a Polo or a brand new Coogi

Or if somebody tell me that my record rock the underground party

It’s like struttin' around in Versace, now watch me

Enjoy life without being flossy and flamboyant as the finer things become

clairvoyant to ya

Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)

Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)

Those are the finer things in life to me

The finer things in life, c’mon!

Good food, good weed, good women, good music (Life, life, life, life)

Those are the finer things in life to me

The finer things in life, c’mon!