Some, they keep living with no gratitude Too busy straightening their three piece suits Count all their money in a mixing pot Don't see, the more you've got, the more you want And you will never ever have the lot, no Each day we live it is on borrowed time Give you my love, i wanna walk that line Some say the writing on the wall is drawn Is it the more you give? Or the more you take? Because you better know what side you're on So, come on You're just too rude, you're just too rude This is my gratitude ‘see, some they get lost in the scrap for the dough Equating all the paper they have with their soul Too busy counting up all the things that they own
Or tipping up their cups and announcing a toast Cold rollin' in a lexus or mercedes benz Chillin' with their hair slicked back, collars in Go rock the body kit with the 20 inch rims Or hit the dancefloor Pray the ladies bend, bend And, see by now i know what you're all gonna say That who the hell am i to be judging this way? Well, in my own defence, i would just like to say That, son, like a s**er you will surely get played And, if it's by your girl, or your friends or some dude It's just it's incorrect where you put your values You won't get no respect with ya bad attitude Don't even try begin Boy, you're just too rude You're just too rude...