� Tell me, is he pretty? He's out of sight Is he good as all the girls say? More than he might Can he afford to pay my way? You're damn right And you should be ashamed If you don't know his name Is he pretty? He's out of sight Is he good as all the girls say? More than he might Can he afford to pay my way? You're damn right And you should be ashamed If you don't know his name He's a cool, sharp, clean motherfucker Hair burns straight down to the root Her and every stripe in his suit He's the go-to when you've got to from the tip to the eye Mean as a beast, they hatch you To make his nose pop, how cute Born of a biscuit-eating preacher from Kentucky His mama worked her way through school To sell a tail to make his bail Skin like warm, smooth peanut butter You'll see him sittin' on the stoop Countin' the days, countin' his list My guess is it won't take long For Mr. Go-Getter to get himself done Like Michael said in that song He can't get out of the game He can't get out of the game He might win He might get over He can't get out of the game He wanna run, live, have, give And never regret a day He's willing to lie, cheat, steal, beat Anyone who gets in the way And it is highly recommended Any bonds that are extended We immediately pass to him on sign And it is much to his frustration When he wants to make translation Bitch, you better have my money tonight My guess is it won't take long For Mr. Go-Getter to get himself on Like Michael said in that song He can't get out of the game He can't get out of the game He can't get out of the game He might win He might get over He can't get out of the game Da da da, da da da Da da da, da da da Da da da, da da da Everyone knows where he's in town The willow's ricker, the air's lifted higher Straight beneath the square comes a fight The prince of the night has arrived Don't do your thing, player Them cats ain't hip to your game You like a king, player There ain't a true you can't take You play to win, player Ask me, I'll tell you the same Don't mind player, just play on Don't do your thing, player Them cats ain't hip to your game You like a king, player There ain't a true you can't take You play to win, player Ask me, I'll tell you the same Don't mind player, just play on All I can leave you cold And all the shines we've made of gold Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Is it pretty? He's out of sight Is he good as all the girls say? On any night Can he afford to pay my way? You damn right And you should be ashamed If you don't know his name Is it pretty? He's out of sight Is he good as all the girls say? On any night Can he afford to pay my way? You damn right And you should be ashamed If you don't know his name My guess is it won't take long For this juggler to get himself down I can see it in his eyes Now he can't get out of the game He can't get out of the game He can't get out of the game He can't get out of the game He might get old He can't get out of the game He might get old He might get old Ooh, ooh, ooh No, no, no, no No, no, no, no Oh, no Hey, yeah, yeah He's a good juggler He's a good juggler Ooh, ooh, ooh Hey, yeah, yeah Oh, no Ooh, ooh, ooh Hey, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh No, no, no, no No, no Oh, no You played a way in Oh, no, no, no No, no, no, no Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, hey, yeah Mm, mm, mm Ooh, ooh, ooh I know the shining Made of gold I know the shining Made of gold I know the shining Made of gold Made of gold I know the shining Made of gold I know the shining Made of gold I know the shining Made of gold And all the shining Made of gold Oh, life can leave you cold And all the shining Made of gold