I Ain't No Pin-Up Lyrics
| Song | I Ain't No Pin-Up |
| Artist | Haystak |
| Album | From Start To Finish |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Haystak, Paradise | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) | |
| This aint that bullshit, it's somethin | |
| I got to say | |
| Not tomorrow but today, | |
| I'll be right away | |
| I done been paid, | |
| I been broke and in that fo' do' | |
| When it rained | |
| I got soaked, | |
| I had no dro to blow | |
| My gal had foods stamps, she tried to get us food | |
| So I did what | |
| I had to do to try to get get us through | |
| Makin music wasn't always profitable | |
| Major lables were a lot like hospitals | |
| You don't always come home, sometimes you die in there | |
| Someties they so backed up they slip and leave you lyin there | |
| Soo, fuck em me, easy, and slick gon run this and | |
| Just like we pump rich, we gon pump this | |
| You underestimate me thinkin | |
| I'm some, bitch | |
| And that's that shit that gets you sleepin with them fish | |
| When they at my funeral, some gon say | |
| I was an asshole | |
| Big Stak Mak, ho. | |
| Alias: Fatso | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) | |
| If you come round through there, it's gon sound damn near like new years | |
| I sweaaar | |
| Who would've cared if you died out there? | |
| Fuck em, I live for me until | |
| I'm 6 feet | |
| These streets, booby trapped and filled with banana peels | |
| I'm tryin not to slip, it's hard to keep a grip | |
| I'm holdin on tight, refusin to let it go | |
| This could be my last night, look at it you never know | |
| Catch me at the red light, bullet holes in my vehicle | |
| If I make it back to y'all, that's gon be a miracle | |
| Stratigic, my every move is tatical | |
| A lot of dudes play rock hard, but on the low they vaginal | |
| What you see in videos is mostly magical | |
| What you're hearin now will some day be defined as classical | |
| Big Stizzle, | |
| I'm so official | |
| Like a dealer with a pistol, a referee with a wistle | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) | |
| Who you playin with? | |
| What you sayin, trick? | |
| Please explain it to me, | |
| I don't understand it | |
| I do damage to anybody that gets in my way | |
| And repercussions away if he even say some shit about | |
| Hay Get hit in the face, put in your place, punched in the face, toted away | |
| Yeeeeeeah | |
| Put in a cage for not controllin my rage | |
| I'm caught in a stage where everything's ablaze in my mind | |
| I can't sit still, | |
| I just stand and | |
| I pace And | |
| I think about the day they tried to run up in my place | |
| I'm cold. | |
| Blow they head off, clean at the neck | |
| Take a stand like a man and demand my respect | |
| Put my shit in check, keep my shit in order | |
| I came a long way from baggin up baggies and sellin quarters | |
| And I'm back like never before | |
| You can just run up on me, let's settle the score bwoooi | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) | |
| I don't pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don't do no pilates | |
| I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate | |
| I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi | |
| I ain't no pin-up, bwoi | |
| Ain't got a six pack, but | |
| I got a (click, clack) |
| zuo qu : Haystak, Paradise | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| This aint that bullshit, it' s somethin | |
| I got to say | |
| Not tomorrow but today, | |
| I' ll be right away | |
| I done been paid, | |
| I been broke and in that fo' do' | |
| When it rained | |
| I got soaked, | |
| I had no dro to blow | |
| My gal had foods stamps, she tried to get us food | |
| So I did what | |
| I had to do to try to get get us through | |
| Makin music wasn' t always profitable | |
| Major lables were a lot like hospitals | |
| You don' t always come home, sometimes you die in there | |
| Someties they so backed up they slip and leave you lyin there | |
| Soo, fuck em me, easy, and slick gon run this and | |
| Just like we pump rich, we gon pump this | |
| You underestimate me thinkin | |
| I' m some, bitch | |
| And that' s that shit that gets you sleepin with them fish | |
| When they at my funeral, some gon say | |
| I was an asshole | |
| Big Stak Mak, ho. | |
| Alias: Fatso | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| If you come round through there, it' s gon sound damn near like new years | |
| I sweaaar | |
| Who would' ve cared if you died out there? | |
| Fuck em, I live for me until | |
| I' m 6 feet | |
| These streets, booby trapped and filled with banana peels | |
| I' m tryin not to slip, it' s hard to keep a grip | |
| I' m holdin on tight, refusin to let it go | |
| This could be my last night, look at it you never know | |
| Catch me at the red light, bullet holes in my vehicle | |
| If I make it back to y' all, that' s gon be a miracle | |
| Stratigic, my every move is tatical | |
| A lot of dudes play rock hard, but on the low they vaginal | |
| What you see in videos is mostly magical | |
| What you' re hearin now will some day be defined as classical | |
| Big Stizzle, | |
| I' m so official | |
| Like a dealer with a pistol, a referee with a wistle | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| Who you playin with? | |
| What you sayin, trick? | |
| Please explain it to me, | |
| I don' t understand it | |
| I do damage to anybody that gets in my way | |
| And repercussions away if he even say some shit about | |
| Hay Get hit in the face, put in your place, punched in the face, toted away | |
| Yeeeeeeah | |
| Put in a cage for not controllin my rage | |
| I' m caught in a stage where everything' s ablaze in my mind | |
| I can' t sit still, | |
| I just stand and | |
| I pace And | |
| I think about the day they tried to run up in my place | |
| I' m cold. | |
| Blow they head off, clean at the neck | |
| Take a stand like a man and demand my respect | |
| Put my shit in check, keep my shit in order | |
| I came a long way from baggin up baggies and sellin quarters | |
| And I' m back like never before | |
| You can just run up on me, let' s settle the score bwoooi | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack |
| zuò qǔ : Haystak, Paradise | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| This aint that bullshit, it' s somethin | |
| I got to say | |
| Not tomorrow but today, | |
| I' ll be right away | |
| I done been paid, | |
| I been broke and in that fo' do' | |
| When it rained | |
| I got soaked, | |
| I had no dro to blow | |
| My gal had foods stamps, she tried to get us food | |
| So I did what | |
| I had to do to try to get get us through | |
| Makin music wasn' t always profitable | |
| Major lables were a lot like hospitals | |
| You don' t always come home, sometimes you die in there | |
| Someties they so backed up they slip and leave you lyin there | |
| Soo, fuck em me, easy, and slick gon run this and | |
| Just like we pump rich, we gon pump this | |
| You underestimate me thinkin | |
| I' m some, bitch | |
| And that' s that shit that gets you sleepin with them fish | |
| When they at my funeral, some gon say | |
| I was an asshole | |
| Big Stak Mak, ho. | |
| Alias: Fatso | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| If you come round through there, it' s gon sound damn near like new years | |
| I sweaaar | |
| Who would' ve cared if you died out there? | |
| Fuck em, I live for me until | |
| I' m 6 feet | |
| These streets, booby trapped and filled with banana peels | |
| I' m tryin not to slip, it' s hard to keep a grip | |
| I' m holdin on tight, refusin to let it go | |
| This could be my last night, look at it you never know | |
| Catch me at the red light, bullet holes in my vehicle | |
| If I make it back to y' all, that' s gon be a miracle | |
| Stratigic, my every move is tatical | |
| A lot of dudes play rock hard, but on the low they vaginal | |
| What you see in videos is mostly magical | |
| What you' re hearin now will some day be defined as classical | |
| Big Stizzle, | |
| I' m so official | |
| Like a dealer with a pistol, a referee with a wistle | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| Who you playin with? | |
| What you sayin, trick? | |
| Please explain it to me, | |
| I don' t understand it | |
| I do damage to anybody that gets in my way | |
| And repercussions away if he even say some shit about | |
| Hay Get hit in the face, put in your place, punched in the face, toted away | |
| Yeeeeeeah | |
| Put in a cage for not controllin my rage | |
| I' m caught in a stage where everything' s ablaze in my mind | |
| I can' t sit still, | |
| I just stand and | |
| I pace And | |
| I think about the day they tried to run up in my place | |
| I' m cold. | |
| Blow they head off, clean at the neck | |
| Take a stand like a man and demand my respect | |
| Put my shit in check, keep my shit in order | |
| I came a long way from baggin up baggies and sellin quarters | |
| And I' m back like never before | |
| You can just run up on me, let' s settle the score bwoooi | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack | |
| I don' t pop no bottles, homie | |
| I don' t do no pilates | |
| I don' t aerobicise, no taibo and no karate | |
| I don' t do no chinup' s, bwoi | |
| I ain' t no pinup, bwoi | |
| Ain' t got a six pack, but | |
| I got a click, clack |
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