Tears Of Joy Ft. Cee-Lo (Produced By NO ID)

[Intro]
Smokin' a fat spliff in a brand new Benz
No I.D. on the track let the story begin, begin

[Verse 1]
Looking in the mirror but I don't see much
Still running the streets so I don't sleep much
Watching the snakes so they don't creep up, but the way
I'm gettin this money niggas can't keep up, you niggas can't keep up
Niggas got beef but it can’t be much
I'm still walking through the crowds like I can't be touched
Top back all black Gretzky puck
Ice skate a lil' later might let me fuck, damn she might let me fuck
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?
Vacheron on my wrist a year ago
I didn't even know the bitch exist
Quarter milli for the mothafucka
No insurance on the mothafucka
Ain't life a bitch, but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody know that I'm a lotta people's threat
Biggie Smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death
Yesterday I read my horoscope
Tell me Lord will I be poor and broke
Tell me Lord will I be dealing dope
I wanna take my momma to the Poconos, but only the Lord knows

[Hook: Cee-Lo]
To all the loved ones I leave behind
At least they can't see me cry
And I ask, when someone wants to be me why
Thought having everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I have tattoo tears of joy

[Verse 2]
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?
Young rich motherfucker still uneducated
But dammit a nigga made it, goddamn a nigga made it
Crib bigger than a church, Lord know I'm blessed
Five different lawyers, Lord know I’m stressed
A punch in the face get you 300K, ask Vlad
Now he back to making minimum wage, another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that bitch Vivica nice
And I'm still swimming in ice
I'm just living my life, I'm just living my life
Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate
Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch take her back to your place
Next morning I can tell you how the pussy taste, I got expensive taste

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this?
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real
I gotta represent for Emmett Till, all the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my Rollie it's about that time
White man had a problem with mine
And we suppose to be shy?
The revolutions televised, Bobby still on the rise

[Hook]