Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Ain't Fly, artist - The Roots.
Date of issue: 16.01.1995
Song language: English
You Ain't Fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
so go 'head, witcha self |
I’m just playin the wall, I’m just playin the wall |
Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight |
Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind |
Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind |
It’s the sex patrol, the sex patrol |
Yeah the young sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it |
Said I never dance, made advance outside |
Took a glance to expect, Shorty was correct |
so it seemed, her name Shavon, age seventeen |
I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green |
She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash |
Lex Land' or a Path', didn’t know the half |
I react to flip the script and get ill |
My man Malik B kept telling me to relax |
Diggin how you’re livin on some unreal high |
as I realize -- you’re not that fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
so go 'head, witcha self |
Dig it, you see sisters is thinkin that I snooze |
She must don’t know, I have a sister confused |
Thinkin that she’s pretty and saditty when I spill |
She said, «I might, I think I can, alright I will.» |
Tossed up was the digits cause the game is like splendor |
I said, «Sabrina yea, I met you way back in December; |
you remember.» |
She said, «I guess.» |
Substitute to Santa, she was sittin on the desk |
And then she said, «You never called me; |
Mailk you never tried to press. |
You never tried to push the seven buttons and address.» |
I said, «Hold up sis -- you’re out of order, man you lost it. |
My name ain’t Jake; |
Malik’s no Flake that’s Frosted.» |
Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina’s rest is self-redeemed |
She thought she was cute, but never made it on my team |
I should beam up, about-face fall out |
And don’tcha even dare to ask why -- because you’re not that fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
so go 'head, witcha self |
Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue |
Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew |
Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two |
«MMM, my name’s Question, ummmm, who are you?» |
She didn’t respond, she didn’t respond |
-- Continue on |
Thought to myself, should of said a little louder |
Bet hurry up before she gets lost in the crowd of |
«Excuse me Miss, excuse me miss» |
«No, I’m not havin it!"I just got dissed |
I didn’t get mad, was calm and collect |
I didn’t call her bitch, I didn’t break her neck |
Start to wonder why the brothers disrespect the cutie |
It’s a place of 180's and the high-priced floozie |
As she walked away, man I couldn’t deny |
Started lying to myself, man she wasn’t that fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
so go 'head, witcha self |
Black, butter umm… that’s what I be |
Had to tell a girl to set her mind free |
Use the Third Eye possibly you will see |
what you get, with material objects |
Wanna be the envy of the whole projects gettin loot |
Pretty in your cute limited Express suit |
Baby I can see everything you wanna be |
See you’re gamin as a key to escape poverty |
Known to be shown around, sport about her niggaz |
Thinkin you a woman cause your ass got bigger |
Kickin it to me as if I don’t know the time |
But I’m the BlackThought, I’m all up in your mind |
I figure you the kind to say, «Give me a call» |
but then switch to act strange, countin on my change |
Pay to the order of who? |
Not you |
Why? |
You’re not THAT fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
You ain’t fly |
so go 'head, witcha self |