Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Nut'in Personal, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Ain't Nut'in Personal |
Nigga nigga I’ma rida |
Ride with G’s |
And ship keys over seas by the three’s |
Keep an eye on my enemies |
Snoop and Silkk |
In da back of the Lac |
With that AK |
In da blue tint, with a infer-red |
Mother fucker gonna die tonight |
That’s why I smoke weed, get high tonight |
Cuz I’ma No Limit soldier |
With TRU datted in blood |
I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs |
Murda murda, kill kill |
If you put me in danger |
I aint trippin noo |
No limit niggaz no strangers |
I’ma tank representer till im history |
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory |
So throw’em up if you a soldier |
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja |
I know you mother fucking feel me C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me Kill-kill-kill |
Murda-murda-murda |
Ain’t nut’in personal tru |
See it’s all about respect |
Kill-kill-kill |
Murda-murda-murda |
Im never got slippin |
Keep my heat on the dash |
Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around |
And die and come back |
They get hooked up with the number one rap label |
And rap, like that |
Shit I can’t be duplicated |
But I’m highly playa hated |
And I been reinstated |
And I thank god that I finally made it Fated many niggas, just to get one back |
Remember im that young nigga |
That put gangsta rap on the map |
Never craps, only five duices |
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices |
I hang out with real niggas |
Like Silkk and C-Murder |
TRU niggas, do niggas |
Like you niggas |
Ghetto ass, lower class |
Never hesitate to blast |
And im so serious about my hustlin |
Gots to have my cash |
Can you imagin if I was broke |
Shit I wouldn’t be bustin no raps |
Id have my strap, running up in your door |
Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars |
Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star |
See ima gangsta (gangsta) and you a notch (you a notch) |
And you a sucka (bitch ass nigga), and I rock |
Im draped in my army fatigue |
Blowing on green trees |
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas |
Now look at murda, murda, murda |
And this kill, kill, kill |
This shits real |
Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed |
And mama always told me If you aint down to ride with god |
Down to die with god |
You aint no mother fucking soldier |
No limit datted on my back and my stomach |
Cuz ima mother fucking fool |
Uhhh, show me love |
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves |
Well im coming out hard |
I was coming out large |
Seen this guy named van |
I bring the pain |
Look everybody coming out stars |
See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe |
In da house thinking about loop |
I told niggas |
Rap shit isnt bad, I blast’em, So I ask’em, I shoot |
Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail |
If you a trip |
I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool) |
Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs |
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga |
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods |
Now deal weed nigga |
Strapped up in my fatigue |
Cant hold me down |
Don’t even trip my nigga Snoop |
If you a soldier now |
Do what ya think bitch |
For this tank bitch |
I stay quick and work |
And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead |
That’s why I do so much dirt |