Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Priest Joseph Brooks, Ricardo Brown, Tray Davis
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Send "It Aint About You" Ringtone to your Cell
KuruptIt Aint About You Lyrics:
*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 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 hoe
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'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 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?c
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
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