Cut It

The latest fashion just don't seem to fit
Ain't got the body, was born misfit
Preoccupation with being oh-so-sharp
The frustration when you ain't got the art

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, hey, hey

Well, no one's gonna push me around
Gonna stand here, I'm gonna stand my ground
I'm gonna cut it, cut it
Woah-woah, woah-woah-woah, cut it
Woah-woah, woah-woah-woah, cut it

You don't need money in a big fat wallet
You don't need status, so get, get off it
Well, they don't like it when I'm-a push n' pulling
They give me brush off, what do they think they're doing?

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, hey, hey

Well, no one's gonna push me around
Gonna stand here, I'm gonna stand my ground
I'm gonna cut it, cut it
Woah-woah, woah-woah-woah, cut it
Woah-woah, woah-woah-woah, cut it, cut it

Cut it, what you gonna do?
Cut it, what you gonna do?
Cut it



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Fishman
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