Текст (слова) песни: Kurupt - It Ain`t About You

 
*dialtone and dialing* 
Soopafly: "Yea" 
Kurupt: "Ay soopafly" 
S: "Yup" 
K: "Ay, what`s the name of that song that goes, 
 dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da" 
S: "It ain`t about you?" 
K: "That`s the one you have it on?" 
S: "Yea" 
K: "Oh, yea, that`s tight" 
S: "You like that?" 
K: "Yea" 
 
Check check check check check 
Microphone check check check check check 
1, 2 check check check check check 
Live in the place to be 
Soopafly, comin at ya 
I don`t stop and I don`t quit 
Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit 
Yea, peep game 
Check, I break a nigga neck 
I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck 
I like to rock a show 
I`m stackin c-notes 
It`s soopafly mothafucka if you didn`t know 
Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak 
Keep em in check 
No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek 
They sleep 
Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now 
Let me take you on a journey block to block 
Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop 
Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don`t stop 
Had them bitches dope fiending like I`m slangin them rocks 
Straight from the L we don`t take no shit 
We off in the cut waitin for y`all niggas to trip 
We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with 
When you in close range you best to duck quick 
Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit 
Game over 
I knock a nigga from drunk to sober 
I hope I don`t have to maneuver the choker 
If you wanna dance I do the polka 
Stickin fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade 
 
Can I ride in your car? 
Girl I`ve gone too far 
Can I smoke on your weed? 
Nah, that ain`t what you need 
Can I borrow a dollar? 
No, but you can eat this dick 
While I smash my shit and I pop in my car 
Can I give you my number? 
Yea, next summer 
But I`m hungry baby 
Sh, me too, that`s crazy 
So open up the door cuz I`m ready to go 
Aight then, but I ain`t got no money 
Ain`t you treatin baby? 
Hell no 
Bitch take another route, you ain`t even what this song`s about 
Bitch, I`m on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood 
Smokin until the sun come out 
 
Bitch please 
Got her speakin in Chinese 
They like please 
Yea, just pluck em off 
Mothafuck all you hoes 
Fuck em all 
This is nothing but true game 
This stainless thing got stained 
The bitch gobble the best 
She won a contest for the best jaws in the west 
The homie said, "Watch my head" 
But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta 
A nigga feelin bitter 
Shitty as some kitty litter 
Take off, got a Adolf Hitler 
Center of attraction 
Multiplications then subtractions 
From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit 
The bitch on my dick 
I`m like bitch, forget it 
Let it loose bitch, won`t you let it 
For ????? I get a bad bitch from Connecticut 
A typical hoe 
I`m only in it for the blow 
The bitch was only in it for the blow 
I gave her some blow then let her blow 
Then she turned blue 
On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew 
 
Can I ride in your car? 
Bitch I`m gone too far 
Can I smoke on your weed? 
Nah, this ain`t what you need 
Can I borrow a dollar? 
Nah, but you can eat this dick 
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off 
Can I give you my number? 
Nah, maybe next summer 
But I`m hungry baby 
Yea, me too, that`s crazy 
So open up the door cuz I`m ready to go 
Aight, but uh, I ain`t got no money 
Ain`t you treatin baby? 
Hell no 
Bitch take another route, you ain`t even what this song is about 
I`m on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood 
Smokin until the sun come out 
 
Now all salute the supreme general that got style 
And watch how I rock and lock the block down 
Tightly to fight me will cause disaster 
No chance to surpass the vocab I master 
As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe 
Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight 
I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque 
Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack 
Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can`t put work in 
Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in 
But I`ma stay bangin 
The game that I`m claimin 
Gold chain swangin 
While the six trey hangin 
Back bumpa 
Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out 
Knock it locked up with the ass drop 
 
Can I ride in your car? 
Bitch I`m gone too far 
Can I smoke on your weed? 
Nah, this ain`t what you need 
Can I borrow a dollar?c 
Nah, but you can eat this dick 
While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off 
Can I give you my number? 
Get at me next summer 
But I`m hungry baby 
Yea, me too, that`s crazy 
So open up the door cuz I`m ready to go 
Aight, but I ain`t got no money 
Ain`t you treatin baby? 
Hell no 
Bitch take another route, you ain`t even what this song is about 
I`m on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood 
Smokin until the sun come out
 

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It Ain`t About You
It`s a Set Up