"Tell Me Lies" lyrics - 1982

[Intro: Termanology talking]
Yeah
You see
I had this one girl
She was a dime but...
She kept telling me lies
Sorta like these raps dude. So...
Fuck it I'll make up whatever I want

[Verse 1: Termanology]
I sold more than Nelly, and R. Kelly
And Makaveli, son, I'm a star
I'm so major that I got a waiter
Waitin' for me in the back seat of my car
I ain't like these cats that pretend
I've been shot more times than 50 Cent
But in the chest, with no vest
And I still hit the bong like Evidence
Or Michael Phelps, think I need some psycho help
'Cause I don't even like myself
I killed a police captain
And my album Politics as Usual went platinum
Double platinum, almost went triple
Why you think my diamonds lookin' like Skittles?
Oh fo' shizzle, I was so tizzle
With a trunk full of black automatic pistols
I had J-Lo and Beyonce together
And now we havin' kids together
I'm under pressure 'cause I got so many mills
And I got so many deals, how the boy so chill?
I need a lawyer for my lawyer 'cause I'm gettin' paid
And I got a maid dustin' like Pedroia
Cans of the Goya, stuffed full of dope
Gettin' shipped over here man on my big boat

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
"Living up to what you say on records, it's all entertainment. Everybody in their fuckin right mind knows you can talk about shooting somebody on the record, but motherfucker ain't finna really gonna do it, unless you just stupid. This is entertainment. We make records. That's all it is. This is like...our fuckin jobs"

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I got a trillion bucks and a million cars
I bought a spaceship and a crib on Mars
I paid the government to make a clone of me
I own stones bigger than you home you should roll with me
Back to the Future car, like Michael J. Fox
Everyday I'm building with Bill Gates and Wal-Mart
I'm smoother than the man that made Nelson
So you gon' hear it on the news that I'm tryin' to buy the ocean
Callin' NASA to buy airspace
Diamonds that blind men, I keep it in a rare place
So rich you can't envision the dude
You gettin' fresh while I'm throwin' on invisible suits
Yeah, and I'm way more than royal
MasterCard, Visa card, made out of oil
I got the world's best timin'
And an American Express card made out of diamonds, yeah

[Outro:]
A lot of the music, as good as we think it is, it ain't 100% you
But you understand how these kids get these opportunities, like you know, they got this gift to make these records. They get success. Instead of takin' that success and, and doin' the right thing...a lot of 'em take that success as a green light to go to Hell. Do all the wrong shit