Song | Ain't Got No Class |
Artist | Da Lench Mob |
Album | Guerillas in tha Mist |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Chilly Chill, J-Dee, Rashad | |
(feat. B-Real) | |
"We'll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" [x2] | |
[B-Real] | |
Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill | |
Kickin it with the motherfuckin Lench Mob | |
Showin yo' ass, that you ain't got no class | |
[J-Dee] | |
Everytime I see you (whassup) you always on a mission | |
You're up too early in the mornin to go fishin | |
Wishin you can catch you somebody slippin | |
So you can sell his shit, and go get you a hit | |
When you need to be at home with your god damn children | |
That's why your landlord wants you out the buildin | |
Cause you haven't paid your rent in six months | |
You got rats and roaches and your kids've got the mumps | |
Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps | |
I saw your little boys eatin oatmeal lumps | |
My oh my, I wish you was my father | |
Cause I'd take your ass out and wouldn't even bother | |
Tellin them I did it - yeah fool I did it | |
Pops kept smokin so I had to end that bullshit | |
This ain't a story bout a kid from a broken home | |
It's all about a son, who father that was gone | |
So if you're out there and you're lookin for a blast | |
I'ma blast cause you ain't got no class | |
[Chorus: B-Real] | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack) | |
[J-Dee] | |
In my neighborhood, there's a girl named Sonya | |
For a hit and some (??) you're guaranteed to bone her | |
The funky-ass aroma, comin from her crouch | |
I see why +Mama Said Knock You Out+ | |
Now this is a shame, to seen a girl look this way | |
I been everywhere, ain't it only in, L.A. | |
Not only do I see 'em, I always try to greet 'em | |
I say do you have some kids? (Hell yeah!) Feed 'em | |
Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me | |
"Never let a motherfuckin kid be, hongry" | |
Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar bill | |
I said, "Go buy your motherfuckin kids a Happy Meal" | |
And followed her to Mickey D's and made sure she bought the shit | |
And if she wouldn'ta man I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch | |
Threw her ass in the ditch where the crackhead at | |
Cause the bitch, ain't got no class | |
[Chorus: B-Real] | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
No the bitch ain't got no class (Stucky-fuckin-Mack) | |
[J-Dee talking over chorus] | |
It's a damn shame | |
Smoked up her kid's money | |
Boy can't even eat | |
[J-Dee] | |
You come home fucked up, with the basshead calls | |
Kids got no lunch money cause you smoked it all up | |
You get your first period, stomach just growlin | |
Look outside, the teacher think that it's thunderin | |
But it's not thunder it's your little boy's tummy | |
Now don't it make you feel like a motherfuckin dummy? | |
He can't feed hisself, and his moms can't either | |
Basehead parents; man we don't really need 'em | |
Especially if they smokin and the home is broken | |
At nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin | |
Sayin that I'm bummy, I'm thinkin bout my tummy | |
I'm hungry as FUCK and moms smoked up our bucks | |
Now I gotta do her with a slug (Stucky Mack) | |
Now I gotta do her like a thug (buck buck buck!) | |
Now I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots | |
Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot | |
Three hots in the cot for my ass | |
Cause my moms, ain't got no class | |
[Chorus: B-Real] | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
No moms ain't got no class | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky-fuckin-Mack) | |
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack) | |
No moms ain't got no class | |
[B-Real] | |
Ain't that right J-Dee? | |
She need to get on with her sorry ass | |
Beitch! | |
"We'll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" [x4] |
zuo ci : Chilly Chill, JDee, Rashad | |
feat. BReal | |
" We' ll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" x2 | |
BReal | |
Yo, this is BReal from Cypress Hill | |
Kickin it with the motherfuckin Lench Mob | |
Showin yo' ass, that you ain' t got no class | |
JDee | |
Everytime I see you whassup you always on a mission | |
You' re up too early in the mornin to go fishin | |
Wishin you can catch you somebody slippin | |
So you can sell his shit, and go get you a hit | |
When you need to be at home with your god damn children | |
That' s why your landlord wants you out the buildin | |
Cause you haven' t paid your rent in six months | |
You got rats and roaches and your kids' ve got the mumps | |
Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps | |
I saw your little boys eatin oatmeal lumps | |
My oh my, I wish you was my father | |
Cause I' d take your ass out and wouldn' t even bother | |
Tellin them I did it yeah fool I did it | |
Pops kept smokin so I had to end that bullshit | |
This ain' t a story bout a kid from a broken home | |
It' s all about a son, who father that was gone | |
So if you' re out there and you' re lookin for a blast | |
I' ma blast cause you ain' t got no class | |
Chorus: BReal | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
JDee | |
In my neighborhood, there' s a girl named Sonya | |
For a hit and some ?? you' re guaranteed to bone her | |
The funkyass aroma, comin from her crouch | |
I see why Mama Said Knock You Out | |
Now this is a shame, to seen a girl look this way | |
I been everywhere, ain' t it only in, L. A. | |
Not only do I see ' em, I always try to greet ' em | |
I say do you have some kids? Hell yeah! Feed ' em | |
Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me | |
" Never let a motherfuckin kid be, hongry" | |
Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar bill | |
I said, " Go buy your motherfuckin kids a Happy Meal" | |
And followed her to Mickey D' s and made sure she bought the shit | |
And if she wouldn' ta man I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch | |
Threw her ass in the ditch where the crackhead at | |
Cause the bitch, ain' t got no class | |
Chorus: BReal | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
No the bitch ain' t got no class StuckyfuckinMack | |
JDee talking over chorus | |
It' s a damn shame | |
Smoked up her kid' s money | |
Boy can' t even eat | |
JDee | |
You come home fucked up, with the basshead calls | |
Kids got no lunch money cause you smoked it all up | |
You get your first period, stomach just growlin | |
Look outside, the teacher think that it' s thunderin | |
But it' s not thunder it' s your little boy' s tummy | |
Now don' t it make you feel like a motherfuckin dummy? | |
He can' t feed hisself, and his moms can' t either | |
Basehead parents man we don' t really need ' em | |
Especially if they smokin and the home is broken | |
At nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin | |
Sayin that I' m bummy, I' m thinkin bout my tummy | |
I' m hungry as FUCK and moms smoked up our bucks | |
Now I gotta do her with a slug Stucky Mack | |
Now I gotta do her like a thug buck buck buck! | |
Now I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots | |
Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot | |
Three hots in the cot for my ass | |
Cause my moms, ain' t got no class | |
Chorus: BReal | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
No moms ain' t got no class | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyfuckinMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
No moms ain' t got no class | |
BReal | |
Ain' t that right JDee? | |
She need to get on with her sorry ass | |
Beitch! | |
" We' ll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" x4 |
zuò cí : Chilly Chill, JDee, Rashad | |
feat. BReal | |
" We' ll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" x2 | |
BReal | |
Yo, this is BReal from Cypress Hill | |
Kickin it with the motherfuckin Lench Mob | |
Showin yo' ass, that you ain' t got no class | |
JDee | |
Everytime I see you whassup you always on a mission | |
You' re up too early in the mornin to go fishin | |
Wishin you can catch you somebody slippin | |
So you can sell his shit, and go get you a hit | |
When you need to be at home with your god damn children | |
That' s why your landlord wants you out the buildin | |
Cause you haven' t paid your rent in six months | |
You got rats and roaches and your kids' ve got the mumps | |
Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps | |
I saw your little boys eatin oatmeal lumps | |
My oh my, I wish you was my father | |
Cause I' d take your ass out and wouldn' t even bother | |
Tellin them I did it yeah fool I did it | |
Pops kept smokin so I had to end that bullshit | |
This ain' t a story bout a kid from a broken home | |
It' s all about a son, who father that was gone | |
So if you' re out there and you' re lookin for a blast | |
I' ma blast cause you ain' t got no class | |
Chorus: BReal | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
JDee | |
In my neighborhood, there' s a girl named Sonya | |
For a hit and some ?? you' re guaranteed to bone her | |
The funkyass aroma, comin from her crouch | |
I see why Mama Said Knock You Out | |
Now this is a shame, to seen a girl look this way | |
I been everywhere, ain' t it only in, L. A. | |
Not only do I see ' em, I always try to greet ' em | |
I say do you have some kids? Hell yeah! Feed ' em | |
Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me | |
" Never let a motherfuckin kid be, hongry" | |
Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar bill | |
I said, " Go buy your motherfuckin kids a Happy Meal" | |
And followed her to Mickey D' s and made sure she bought the shit | |
And if she wouldn' ta man I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch | |
Threw her ass in the ditch where the crackhead at | |
Cause the bitch, ain' t got no class | |
Chorus: BReal | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
No the bitch ain' t got no class StuckyfuckinMack | |
JDee talking over chorus | |
It' s a damn shame | |
Smoked up her kid' s money | |
Boy can' t even eat | |
JDee | |
You come home fucked up, with the basshead calls | |
Kids got no lunch money cause you smoked it all up | |
You get your first period, stomach just growlin | |
Look outside, the teacher think that it' s thunderin | |
But it' s not thunder it' s your little boy' s tummy | |
Now don' t it make you feel like a motherfuckin dummy? | |
He can' t feed hisself, and his moms can' t either | |
Basehead parents man we don' t really need ' em | |
Especially if they smokin and the home is broken | |
At nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin | |
Sayin that I' m bummy, I' m thinkin bout my tummy | |
I' m hungry as FUCK and moms smoked up our bucks | |
Now I gotta do her with a slug Stucky Mack | |
Now I gotta do her like a thug buck buck buck! | |
Now I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots | |
Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot | |
Three hots in the cot for my ass | |
Cause my moms, ain' t got no class | |
Chorus: BReal | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
No moms ain' t got no class | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
Ain' t got no class.. StuckyfuckinMack | |
Ain' t got no class.. Stucky Mack | |
No moms ain' t got no class | |
BReal | |
Ain' t that right JDee? | |
She need to get on with her sorry ass | |
Beitch! | |
" We' ll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" x4 |