Trophy lyrics

[Intro: Flavor Flav]
Who gives a f*ck about a goddamn grammy?
Who gives a f*ck about a goddamn grammy?
Who gives a f*ck about a goddamn grammy?
Who gives a f*ck about a goddamn grammy?

[Verse 1: Willie D]
Yo, Flav, I give a f*ck about a goddamn grammy
But them motherf*ckin' hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherf*ckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
f*ck Oscar, Emmy and Tony
'Cause when it comes to award time
n*ggas be standin' on the goddamn sideline
I'm loadin' my 9 'cause I got a lotta grudges
I'm 'bout to take out the judges
Willie D won't sh*t ya but hit ya
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same categories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my goddamn trophy?

[Verse 2: Willie D]
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
'Cause the gangsta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is that's why they don't have me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so I kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about sh*t I don't know
Your whole vocabulary's, "Baby, baby, baby"
That's why you so goddamn crazy
And it should be a crime
One sucka gets nominated five or six damn times
It ain't that he's better than the rest
It's just a damn popularity contest
Or a bribe or a favor
Motherf*ckers make a speech and they think that they major
I sold a lot of records and a lot of people know me
Now where's my goddamn trophy?
[Interlude]
And the winner is George Strait
For best female vocalist, Reba McEntire
Most appearances made after death, Elvis Presley
The king couldn't be here due to illness
So to accept his award on his behalf, we have Grateful Dead

[Verse 3: Willie D]
It ain't what you know, it's who you know, bro
That's why I'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin' kinda hectic
And I'm still ain't kissin' no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don't blink 'cause you'll miss it in the format
And if you follow my suggestions
Nine times outta ten you see some country western
They need to have Willie D on that stage
Pumpin' his fists like this and gettin' bliss
With MD-20 20
Or the 40 O-Z wit the rest of the GB
I'm tired of your boring shows
I make your stuck up ass, audience say, "Ho"
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my goddamn trophy?

[Interlude]
And the winner is Randy Travis
And Guns and, hey, what the?
Get the f*ck outta the way
Get your ass out the goddamn way
Yo, man, the real motherf*ckin' winners is
The goddamn Geto Boys for most f*ck words in a song
The b*tch Killa of the year grammy goes to
That n*gga you love to hate Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes out to Ice T
The pro-black grammy goes out to Public Enemy
'Cause they too black and they too goddamn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync goddamn motherf*ckin' grammy
To those punk motherf*ckers, Milli Vanilli