Lyrics

Hip (hip), hey, man what's your trip? You say you got it all, and all Yeah, you say you got it on the ball Yeah, you gotta shine your black Cadillac But the finance company's 'bout to take it back Hip (hip), hey, man what's your trip? (Hey, man what's your trip?) You say you got it all, and all, yeah Say you got it on the ball Claim you got investments here and there Yeah, but all you really own are some of the clothes you wear Hip (hip), oh, brother what's your trip? (Hey, man what's your trip?) You say you got it all, and all, ooh Say you got it on the ball Sometimes you're yourself, straight and cool But that's the exception and not the rule I do believe you been deceived You sure lost your reprieve, yeah You're foolin' yourself You sure ain't foolin' nobody else Yeah, you got credit cards, maybe fifteen or twenty But all they've done for you is made debts of plenty Hip (hip), ooh, what's your trip? (Hey, man what's your trip?) You say you got it all, and all, yeah Say you got it on the ball Yeah, the women say you're a cool Casanova Ah, but who you gonna be when the masquerade is over? Hip (hip), hey, man what's your trip? (Hip, hip) You say you've got it all, and all, oh Say you got it on the ball Yeah, you got all this education [?] you came out [?] from the street corner college I do believe you've been deceived, yeah You sure lost your reprieve, ah Yeah, you're foolin' yourself You sure ain't foolin' nobody else, ooh I do believe you've been deceived You sure lost your reprieve, oh You're foolin' yourself You sure ain't foolin' nobody else Hip, hey, man what's your trip? Hey, man what's your trip? I do believe you've been deceived You sure lost your reprieve, oh You're foolin' yourself You sure ain't foolin' nobody else Hip, hey, man what's your trip? Hey, man what's your trip?
Writer(s): William Robinson Jr., James Alfred Bradford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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