Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Ain't About You, artist - Kurupt. Album song Kurupt Confidential, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.09.2013
Record label: ocf
Song language: English
It Ain't About You |
| 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 ho |
| 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’mma 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? |
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| 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 |