Stop Shammin Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

Stop Shammin Lyrics

    One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue
    between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during
    the days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block
    with Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
    All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
    By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
    Now in ninety-three I'm still bein me
    You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh
    A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie
    Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches
    And I don't try to act brand new
    Eatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous"
    The ghetto life I've seen a lot overcome
    make a little money and then forget where they came from
    Livin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than dentures
    Don't make me pull your file -- stop shammin!

    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)

    So why you wanna be what you're not?
    And claim to have things that you know you ain't got
    You're just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money
    on lustrous pink oil moisturizer
    Just to make your hair curly and thin
    You say, "Black is beautiful," but then you go and bleach your skin
    Money you're worse than Yacub
    cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two
    Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever
    And nmmana-nah-nah I just can't believe ya
    It's quite obvious you don't wanna be a black man
    So what's next - you're gonna join the Klu Klux Klan?
    You sold out to your race and it's a big disgrace
    You can't look your own people in the face
    You wonder why it ain't no black schools or hospitals
    You're makin millions of dollars and it's pitiful
    that you can donate to leukemia all the time
    But you can't give the Nation of Islam a dime
    They mention Muslims, you change the subject
    You can't even shake Farrakhan hand in public
    That whole busy attitude is a sham
    Umm bro, umm brother, umm.. Brougham, stop shammin!

    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    "Change the groove and funk it up a little bit"

    I look in the mirror, at times I say, "Damn Black Caesar;
    how'd you get to be the woman pleaser?"
    Cause I remember when girls didn't notice me
    And now they wanna Come and Talk To Me like Jodeci
    It's strange, how back in the days I couldn't get with em
    Now all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythm
    Well I'ma hit it, but still I show no pity
    So I hope you don't think you gonna be in my next video
    And many brothers I never even ran with
    be actin like they been hangin with me since I was a kid
    I mean just to get a piece of the action
    Man they start rememberin more times than Michael Jackson
    But I can't fade to the tag-alongs
    that want me to drag em on
    Frontin like a friend just so I can put em in
    But you cuttin yourself paper thin - stop shammin!

    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] Yo, stop shammin!
    "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
    [Kane] And I'm out

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