Текст песни Kool G Rap and DJ Polo - I Ain`t Trickin`
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(Bum) (bum bitch, I ain`t trickin)(Bum) (bum bitch, I ain`t trickin)(I`m gettin rich but yo bum bitch, I ain`t trickin)[ VERSE 1: Kool G Rap ]I`m only stickin, for none of you bitches I ain`t trickinI mean I ain`t buyin a bitch a piece of fried chickenI don`t believe in holidays, I don`t go on datesI ain`t with the movies or puttin on a pair of skatesCause yo, I ain`t about goin out like a suckerWhat we ain`t fuckin? Cool, I`m out this muthafuckaBecause I was taught to only give a dog a boneBitch if you`re hungry, then take your fuckin ass homeCause yo, my mama didn`t raise no dummyYou ain`t suckin dick, you can`t get shit from meI ain`t got a quarter cause I be damned if I support herAnd I don`t give a fuck if my hoes wear high waters(Yo G, what you got to say for all them bitches out theretrinya get niggas for they money?)Bitch, I ain`t got nothinYou need some dough, hoe, go watch somebody`s kids or somethinCause I ain`t spendin no cashAnd I can hear your stomach growlin while I`m crackin for the assYou tell me yes that`s fresh but if it`s no then it`s noHere`s you go, hoe, time for you to goYou want a nigga that`s trickin?Don`t look at me, I ain`t no goddamn magicianYou better keep walkin pastCause even inside Kentucky Fried I never buy the assPay me to put my dick inCause my name ain`t ( ? ) bitch, and I ain`t trickin[ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ]I ain`t got shit for you peasantsAnd even Santa Clause want some pussy for his presentsThat goes for all you money banditsAnd if I come to your house you can`t believe I`m comin empty-handedSo don`t ask what did I bring(So what I`m gettin for Christmas?) Not a goddamn thingBitches try to get liveBut if you`re holdin out your hand to me I`m slappin you fiveI make it simple and plainCab fare ( ? ) take the fuckin train(But it`s gettin ready to rain)That`s real fucked up, it`s a muthafuckin shameCause I`ma keep cryin brokeAnd the only thing you muthafuckin bitches get is gunsmokeNo limos or luxury linersForget all that shit bout eatin out in a dinerAll you can do is call me daddySuck this dick and get a muthafuckin beef paddyFive bucks is too steepIt`s all about leavin bitches in a hotel asleepBitch got kids then I`ma duck herYou better go and find daddy to feed them little muthafuckasCause I`m only with the stickinAnd spend a night but that`s right bitch, I ain`t trickin[ VERSE 3: Kool G Rap ]I`m not tryin to give a hintI`m comin straight out, don`t ask me for a red muthafuckin centNo trips to the beauty parlorCause I could have a million bucks and won`t give up a dead dollarAnd don`t tell me your moms is sickCause you and your mother both can come suck my dickYou want a ring with five carats?Well, don`t be surprised if it gets eaten by a fuckin rabbitCause I ain`t no back of tricksYou gotta feed your kids, sell some ass and suck some dickSo what you didn`t eat in three nightsI don`t give a shit if you was losin your eyesightTrickin is not the way I really amCause I don`t give a fuck if your stomach blow up with heliumSo fuck all you bum bitchesThe last hoe I took to eat ended up washin dishesTryin to get me for a buckYou better off on the corner holdin a muthafuckin cockI`m one nigga you ain`t vickinI`m gettin rich but yo bum bitch, I ain`t trickin