Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Ain't Right, artist - Fun Lovin' Criminals.
Date of issue: 18.08.2005
Song language: English
That Ain't Right |
They call me little chiggy 'cause I chiggy a little |
New york trips rot never caught me in the middle |
4 5 6 still up in the mix |
Still comin' to grips, still cashin' in chips |
With the hits that make the chicks get sexy on the floor |
Pass the Dutch cause uncle mike got more |
The ladies that get zealous |
And try to make us jealous dancin with some fellas they perceive are out to get |
us |
The way you move your hips makin' old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip |
that ain’t right |
If you out all night and you don’t know why you started that fight that ain’t |
right |
If your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search |
you that ain’t right |
If you puffin your love and the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that |
ain’t right |
I clear out the club with a round in the ceiling |
I’m telling myself but feelin' ain’t believin' |
Poppin' many bottles with the family DiFontaine |
Some of us didn’t make it we salute you just the same |
Hall my drink on the floor when they rock the clash |
Bridge and tunnel gettin' nervous 'cause we bust that ass |
Its nut like we all violent and actin' aggressive |
But their women get us goin' when they dancin all suggestive' |
The way you move your hips makin' old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip |
that ain’t right |
If you out all night and you don’t know why you started that fight that ain’t |
right |
If your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search |
you that ain’t right |
If you puffin' your love and the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that |
ain’t right |
I see guys and giris dancin' |
Do it to the crowd |
The way you move your hips makin' old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip |
that ain’t right |
If you out all night and you don’t know why you started that fight that ain’t |
right |
If your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search |
you that ain’t right |
If you puffin your love and the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that |
ain’t right |