Lyrics It Ain't About You - Kurupt, Soopafly, Tray Deee

It Ain't About You

Dialtone*and dialing 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 s titYea
peep, game Check
I, break a n anusneck 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 c backunt fist connected to cheek They
sleep Kick
em in they a 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 b s*****dope fiending like I’m slangin them rocks Straight
from the L we don’t take no s titWe
off in the cut waitin for y’all n s****to trip We the last mothafuckas you want to f k**with When
you in close range you best to duck quick Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit Game
over I knock a n anusfrom drunk to sober I hope I don’t have to maneuver the choker If you wanna dance I do the polka Stickin
f k**b h***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 d k**While
I smash my s titand 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 'cause I’m ready to go Aight
then but, I ain’t got no money Ain’t
you treatin baby Hell?
no B
h***take another route you, ain’t even what this song’s about B
h***I'm, on a ride dip, and glidin through the hood Smokin
until the sun come out B
h***please Got
her speakin in Chinese They
like please Yea
just, pluck em off Mothafuck
all you hoes F
k**em all This
is nothing but true game This
stainless thing got stained The
b h***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 n anusfeelin 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
b h***on my d k**I'm
like b h***forget, it Let
it loose b h***won't, you let it For
I???
get a bad b h***from Connecticut A typical hoe I’m
only in it for the blow The
b h***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 B?
h***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 d k**While
I dip in my s titand 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 'cause I’m ready to go Aight
but, uh I, ain’t got no money Ain’t
you treatin baby Hell?
no B
h***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 N
s****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’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 a drop** Can
I ride in your car B?
h***I'm gone too far Can
I smoke on your weed Nah?
this, ain’t what you need Can
I borrow a dollar C?
Nah
but, you can eat this d k**While
I dip in my s titand 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 'cause I’m ready to go Aight
but, I ain’t got no money Ain’t
you treatin baby Hell?
no B
h***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