Lyrics I Ain't No Joke - RBL Posse

I Ain't No Joke

Black C stepping through kicking ass and
And all you punk muthafuckas, I hate you with a passion
‘Cause you play with a small deck
And for the test, your ass get checked
Niggas in the SF see ya
10 percent love me, 90 percent hate me
But that’s a O-muthafuckin-K
And to the 10 percent that love is strapped with an AK
It’s a jack when I’m in black
And if you got a crack sack, your ass getting jacked for that
And it’s a shame ‘cause I do this thang
But it’s the way you gotta be in the muthafuckin' dope game
And you can’t be soft, ‘cause if you’re soft
You’ll get tossed, I’m not taking no loss
Niggas wanna roll through muggin'
You got a flex on your chest so let’s start sluggin'
In the muthafuckin' street
10 brothers, a ghetto boxer, and a nigga couldn’t fuck with me
Bink bink to the chin
A right, left, uppercut, now his ass got broke in
The nigga got laid out
Two times to the jaw and his ass got played out
Tryna slug with me
But his ass shoulda known that I ain’t no joke, G
(«I ain’t no joke»)
Now wash me down, comin' uno, dos to the three
It’s Mr. Cee from the SFC
But you don’t really hear me though
So you got beat down when you rolled through Frisco
Thinking it was cool, you’re nothin' but a fool
So it’s time for the fool to get schooled
But don’t let that be a setback
At least you didn’t get jacked with a chrome plated get
No type of role model to look to
I tried Magic Johnson and now he’s through
That’s why I don’t care if you die
Tryin' to be fly, in the 415
And when it comes to drama, we come equipped
So put a gun in my hand and it sho' won’t slip
But better yet fit, like a key to a lock
Like a bullet to a Glock
Killin' nonstop
I’m still standing so I guess it was a donut just got popped
So quit playing with this rope before you tie your neck in a noose
And you can’t get loose
I’m just one of them young locs
Word to the serious tip, this nigga ain’t no joke
(«I ain’t no joke»)
Back on the muthafuckin' track
Black C kickin' facts while bitches on the bozack
But it ain’t no thang to me
‘Cause in SFC, we always roll deep
(Chris, how deep?) Deeper than that fat ass bitch
And she can suck my muthafuckin' dick
And all you gangstas, prankstas, even big bankstas
Mashin' through my hood, I should spank ya
You got a problem with that?
I see your pockets is fat so I think I should jack
So it’s time to put my mask on
Get my 9-double-M, and then I get my blast on
I’m not taking no shorts
If you’re not a big dog, stay your puppy ass on the porch
‘Cause most niggas wanna try me
But the R to the E to the P, they can’t fade me
Or my muthafuckin' group
With the Frisco shirts and the steel toe boots
You know my posse keep it low pro
In Frisco, ‘cause that’s the way the shit go
(Everybody feel that the sky is falling
Everybody feel that the sky is falling
Everybody feel that the sky is falling)
As they see us coming up, ‘cause niggas is balling
(«Well alright»)
And we ain’t no joke
Put the pushing to the side before yo' ass get smoked
(«I ain’t no joke»)
Now a lot of people think that niggas from the city by the Bay
Is strictly gay
But come with me to the mo-mo, all you’re gonna see
Is guts getting pound, G
‘Cause all the fags… («are on the other side of town»)
But back to the subject at hand
You’re fuckin' with a true blue, so let the shit hit the fan
I don’t like fairytales ‘cause I live reality
Real niggas do die, call it technicality
Or a mere loss
You was fuckin' with a nigga in a Niners hat so you got tossed
Now do you realize what I am saying?
‘Cause Frisco niggas sho' ain’t playing
And since I’m down with the muthafuckin' HRD
Best believe this nigga ain’t no joke, G
(«I ain’t no joke»)