Very Expensive - Lyrics - L.a. Symphony

All my, all my, all my ladies, All my, all my, all my brothers, All my, all my, all my ladies, Up in the club, ready to rub a dub, All the little gangsters gotta to show me love, Too cute for small time fools thinking I'm a thug, While my presence is an undercover Symphony plug. Uh, givin' up love and hugs, To all ladybugs, hair cuts and cute thugs Cindy Crawford without bubbs Girls flirtin' with shirt tubs, While I decline the offer to smoke buzz. And when I step into the place drunk, Girls in my face, Talkin' bout "Hey, Uno, I'm wearin' white lace!" Far out like outer space, Crazy ladies in the place, ????? the space with grace, And flashing cute face. I'm up against the race At the pace of the base, I wave at the babes, inflate the chase! Oh no, get away mommy, Don't need no personal ways, I aint messin' with you, little girls. (Chorus) Lookin' for some life, but you don't know what to do, You try to get a little L.A. Symph crew, But it's very expensive (I thought I should tell you) It's very expensive (I'm not tryin' to sell you) It's very expensive (I will never fail you) It's very expensive (You're lookin' kinda stale too) It's very expensive (C'mon y'all take two) It's very expensive So back on up. We stand out like we couldn't get in, We beat back thoughts like blows to the chin (blows to the chin) Millennium model of young strong Christian men, I've been graced since birth, there's no need to pretend We break out for whatever break up in, The rules broke fools no jewels but good friends Comprehend what I recommend (what I recommend) Keep an eye on your ends, Baby tried to get me for my dividends. Boom, call collect, Uno's got the mike check, Girls they want my number, I'ma say, "Wait a sec!" What the heck, I'ma be on Wilshire and La Brea, Next to BK in the house full of prayer. Express the real on real to real Transfer to paper vinyl My rhyme for reasons other than tryin' to gain a title I'm no idol, but a living word like survival, Mark my words when I speak it, my decision's final. (Chorus) Lookin' for some life, but you don't know what to do, You try to get a little L.A. Symph crew, But it's very expensive (I thought I should tell you) It's very expensive (I'm not tryin' to sell you) It's very expensive (I will never fail you) It's very expensive (You're lookin' kinda stale too) It's very expensive (C'mon y'all take two) It's very expensive So back on up. Nocturnal infernal rows, We cruising across town in dumbfounded show, Collect pounds and roundups and dough, For hash browns and Belgian waffles. Here come a little lady in her green Mercedes, (uh oh) L.A. Symphin,' it makes urban lookin' shady, (oh no) Now it's time for us to board a tour bus, (don't go!) I just don't know, hon, I just don't know. What the drill, yo? I love my beats. I listen to them up in Uno's jeep, don't sleep The night is young, much music to peep Turn it up, it's most des for the cross town beat. We be phenomenons of sight, Sound and the mind, The newest elements of hip-hop, mankind. Periodic tables turned whack 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute in syntax. I thought I should tell you… (Chorus) Lookin' for some life, but you don't know what to do, You try to get a little L.A. Symph crew, But it's very expensive (I thought I should tell you) It's very expensive (I'm not tryin' to sell you) It's very expensive (I will never fail you) It's very expensive (You're lookin' kinda stale too) It's very expensive (C'mon y'all take two) It's very expensive So back on up. (Chorus) Lookin' for some life, but you don't know what to do, You try to get a little L.A. Symph crew, But it's very expensive (I thought I should tell you) It's very expensive (I'm not tryin' to sell you) It's very expensive (I will never fail you) It's very expensive (You're lookin' kinda stale too) It's very expensive (C'mon y'all take two) It's very expensive So back on up. All my people in the place c'mon, oh no. (I thought I should tell you) Back on up All my people in the place c'mon, oh no (I thought I should tell you) Back on up All my people in the place c'mon, oh no (I thought I should tell you) Back on up All my people in the place c'mon, oh no. Back, back, back on up (I'm not tryin' to sell you)