Текст песни Da Lench Mob f B-Real - Guerillas in Tha Mist
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"We`ll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" (2X)[B-Real]Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hillkickin it with the motherfuckin Lench MobShowin yo` ass, that you ain`t got no class[J-Dee]Everytime I see you (whassup) you always on a missionYou`re up too early in the mornin to go fishinWishin you can catch you somebody slippinso you can sell his shit, and go get you a hitwhen you need to be at home with your god damn childrenThat`s why your landlord wants you out the buildincause you haven`t paid your rent in six monthsYou got rats and roaches and your kids`ve got the mumpscause you like to spend your checks on bumpsI saw your little boys eatin oatmeal lumpsMy oh my, I wish you was my fathercause I`d take your ass out and wouldn`t even bothertellin them I did it - yeah fool I did itPops kept smokin so I had to end that bullshitThis ain`t a story bout a kid from a broken homeIt`s all about a son, who father that was goneSo if you`re out there and you`re lookin for a blastI`ma blast cause you ain`t got no classChorus: B-RealAin`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)[J-Dee]In my neighborhood, there`s a girl named SonyaFor a hit and some (??) you`re guaranteed to bone herThe funky-ass aroma, comin from her crouchI see why +Mama Said Knock You Out+Now this is a shame, to seen a girl look this wayI been everywhere, ain`t it only in, L.A.Not only do I see `em, I always try to greet `emI say do you have some kids? (Hell yeah!) Feed `emCause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me"Never let a motherfuckin kid be, hongry"Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar billI said, "Go buy your motherfuckin kids a Happy Meal"and followed her to Mickey D`s and made sure she bought the shitAnd if she wouldn`ta man I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitchThrew her ass in the ditch where the crackhead atcause the bitch, ain`t got no classChorus: B-RealAin`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)No the bitch ain`t got no class (Stucky-fuckin-Mack)[J-Dee talking over chorus]It`s a damn shameSmoked up her kid`s moneyBoy can`t even eat[J-Dee]You come home fucked up, with the basshead callsKids got no lunch money cause you smoked it all upYou get your first period, stomach just growlinLook outside, the teacher think that it`s thunderinbut it`s not thunder it`s your little boy`s tummyNow don`t it make you feel like a motherfuckin dummy?He can`t feed hisself, and his moms can`t eitherBasehead parents; man we don`t really need `emEspecially if they smokin and the home is brokenat nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokinSayin that I`m bummy, I`m thinkin bout my tummyI`m hungry as FUCK and moms smoked up our bucksNow I gotta do her with a slug (Stucky Mack)Now I gotta do her like a thug (buck buck buck!)Now I gotta go, shoot up the drug spotsMr. Police, could you please take my mug shotThree hots in the cot for my asscause my moms, ain`t got no classChorus: B-RealAin`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)No moms ain`t got no classAin`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stucky-fuckin-Mack)Ain`t got no class.. (Stucky Mack)No moms ain`t got no class[B-Real]