Текст песни Flip f Ras Kass - Ain`t Nothin` Nice
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Intro:Nigga get yo hand outta my pocket nigga. Get yo hand outta my pocket.Hook:It ain`t nothin` nice (x8)Ras Kass:Son I`m skimming through the Billboard Top R&B albumWondering what my outcomeWant the black triangle but I`m real with or without oneCuase I`m a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans Smokin` beedies to the pink stringOn the microphone I`m like the moody Mic CorleoneWith 36 zones Big homies told me to be the man understand If niggas is playin` hardball then why the fuck you throwin` underhand?See only the small mind is small timeThat`s the reason why that busta is still sellin` nicle sacks of ganjaYou two bit hustla I`m the wrong brother like ClockersWouldn`t give you five cents to put cheese on a whopperSo see a niga dea a mere niga reaBea I`m rollin` iwth the Crowbar cleaStill wearin` my bathing suit like I was asshole nakedI fake it till you make it I`ll take it niggaHookFlip:While most kids in school goin` through that whole childYour pushin` rock on the block cause the spot we have found (Flip)I make my doe And I make sure I kept my game on tight Layin` low in the day and serve that yay by moonlightThey outta sight when the roll by I`m still in they Chuchs servin` clucks as they stroll byLow key the smokeys know my nameAin`t no slippin` when they trippin`Cuase I done peep gameNow I have clout and they raided ran me outI sold my last ounce then I bounce to my baby mamas houseTime to bail couldn`t spend no time in jailHad to be out on them streets hurry up and make my saleBut now it`s on cause I`m grown and I`m still a GBut it`s cause I sell my crack ? in this industryRemember me when you hustle runnin` rightDo or die other side Flip for life BeeotchHook:It ain`t nothin` niceIt ain`t nothin` niceIt ain`t nothin` nice my niggaIt ain`t nothin` nice sisterIt ain`t nothin` niceIt ain`t nothin` niceIt ain`t nothin` nice Get my hustle onMy nigga word is bondRas Kass:Now it`s either give me the money give me the powerOr give me four twenty five an hourWhat the fuck you think I`m gonna do?To be honest wtih you I wanna get mineCause I know niggas that`s college graduates that`s broke askin` for dimesAnd nickle sacksNigga give me back I`ll give you someYou wash my back I wash yoursI do rap tours while niggas be lookin` for the raptureI don`t understand cause niggas gotta captureYour own and keep your eyes on the prizeCause Clinton is pimpin` Nigga you might as well be tempin`You wanna be eatin` jumbo shrimp and lobster?I want two hundred thousand in the bank you wanna be the imposter mobsterRecognize like Sam SneedI got unborn twins to feedSo make the next man bleedI just might cause ain`t nothin` right in my lifeGod hlep me it ain`t nothin` niceHook (x4)From L.A. to N.Y., A.T.L. and back it ain`t nothin` nice. To all my niggas and my bitches throw your motherfuckin` hands in the air. And keep `em there. It`s a stick up. (It`s a stick up nigga.)Hook (x4)