It Ain't About You Lyrics
| Song | It Ain't About You |
| Artist | Kurupt |
| Album | Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brooks, Brown, Tray Dee | |
| YeaAy, Soopafly | |
| YupAy, what's the name of that song that goes | |
| Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da | |
| Dada-dada-da-da-da | |
| It ain't about you? | |
| That's the one you rappin' on? | |
| YeaOh, yea, that's tight | |
| You like that? | |
| YeaCheck, check, check, check, check | |
| Microphone, check, check, check, check, check1, 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 motha****a 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 motha****as you want to **** 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' **** 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 noBitch 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 | |
| ChineseThey like please | |
| Yea, just pluck 'em off | |
| Motha**** all you hoes | |
| **** '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 | |
| WestThe 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 lose bitch, won't you let it | |
| For what you let it | |
| 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? | |
| 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 noBitch take another route | |
| You ain't even what this song's 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 masterAs the sun rotate, took my guns off safe | |
| Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight | |
| I state the facts, motha**** 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 thenget 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? | |
| 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 noBitch take another route | |
| You ain't even what this song's about | |
| I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood | |
| Smokin' until the sun come out |
| zuo ci : Brooks, Brown, Tray Dee | |
| YeaAy, Soopafly | |
| YupAy, what' s the name of that song that goes | |
| Dadadadadadada, dadadadada | |
| Dadadadadadada | |
| It ain' t about you? | |
| That' s the one you rappin' on? | |
| YeaOh, yea, that' s tight | |
| You like that? | |
| YeaCheck, check, check, check, check | |
| Microphone, check, check, check, check, check1, 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' cnotes | |
| It' s Soopafly motha a 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 motha as you want to 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' 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 noBitch 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 | |
| ChineseThey like please | |
| Yea, just pluck ' em off | |
| Motha all you hoes | |
| ' 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 | |
| WestThe 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 lose bitch, won' t you let it | |
| For what you let it | |
| 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? | |
| 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 noBitch take another route | |
| You ain' t even what this song' s 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 masterAs the sun rotate, took my guns off safe | |
| Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight | |
| I state the facts, motha 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 thenget 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? | |
| 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 noBitch take another route | |
| You ain' t even what this song' s about | |
| I' m on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood | |
| Smokin' until the sun come out |
| zuò cí : Brooks, Brown, Tray Dee | |
| YeaAy, Soopafly | |
| YupAy, what' s the name of that song that goes | |
| Dadadadadadada, dadadadada | |
| Dadadadadadada | |
| It ain' t about you? | |
| That' s the one you rappin' on? | |
| YeaOh, yea, that' s tight | |
| You like that? | |
| YeaCheck, check, check, check, check | |
| Microphone, check, check, check, check, check1, 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' cnotes | |
| It' s Soopafly motha a 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 motha as you want to 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' 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 noBitch 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 | |
| ChineseThey like please | |
| Yea, just pluck ' em off | |
| Motha all you hoes | |
| ' 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 | |
| WestThe 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 lose bitch, won' t you let it | |
| For what you let it | |
| 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? | |
| 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 noBitch take another route | |
| You ain' t even what this song' s 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 masterAs the sun rotate, took my guns off safe | |
| Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight | |
| I state the facts, motha 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 thenget 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? | |
| 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 noBitch take another route | |
| You ain' t even what this song' s about | |
| I' m on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood | |
| Smokin' until the sun come out |
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