lirik lagu geto boys - it ain't shit
n-gg-s, hangin’ deep on the cut
sippin’ on a motherf-ckin’ 40 ounce of gooden
n-gg-s, hangin’ deep on the cut
sippin’ on a motherf-ckin’ 40 ounce of gooden
n-gg-s, hangin’ deep on the cut
sippin’ on a motherf-ckin’ 40 ounce of gooden
ain’t sh-t changed in my hood since ’86
and 1987, i was swore into the clique
all the triflin’ b-tches in my hood smoked moes
and all the gangsta -ss n-gg-s rode vogues
drop monty carlos, el dogs and caddy coups
firin’ up fry flaggin’ hoes out the roof ?
car down crush portion and fresh paint
eight in the back you hear my alpine crank
all of my n-gg-s they had a truck load of dope
’cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
it’s 1993 new bounds are being broken
if you ain’t bangin’ then you gots to be smokin’
’cause if you ain’t bangin’ then you gots to be smokin’
’cause if you ain’t bangin’ then you gots to be smokin’
’cause i remember back when the n-gg- had green
seen him at the pipes and now the n-gg- is just a dope fiend
funny how a n-gg-, sold a key or two
is down on his -ss and all of a sudden he remember you
everythings cool, i’m the n-gg-s man
reachin’ out his arm tryin’ to shake a n-gg- hand
but i just walked away and left his sh-t to hang
’cause back in the game i had a motherf-ckin’ thang
and that’s why i walk with my hands on my d-ck
a n-gg- say, “what up?”, i look around and i say “this”
and i could give a f-ck if the n-gg- gets p-ssed
’cause if he wants a chunk, i’m a get up in his sh-t
huh, like it ain’t sh-t, yeah
i thought you knew
it ain’t sh-t
{incomprehensible}
creepin’ comin’ up a yellow stonin’
put my sh-t in park and drunk a st. ises with my homey
reminisced on fast times, past times and sh-t
smokin’ on some bud i came acroos my n-gg- kick
i gave my boy some dap and asked him what’s the haps
chillin’ with this girl and a gat across his laps
i knew he had some drama, i didn’t even have to ask it
now where were them b-tches at it’s time to kick some -sses
he told what had happened and now i’m thinkin’ f-ck
i’m callin’ up south acres it’s time to get ’em up
my motherf-ckin’ neighborhood is quick to get with static
never showin’ fear ’cause these n-gg-s never had it
everybody’s trapped, quick to go to war
quick to kill your -ss and quick to jack your car
so if you see some sh-t then i suggest you punch it
’cause what’s about to happen, you may not be able to stomach
killers killers killers steady smokin’ fry
so n-gg- lay it down or die motherf-ckers die
f-ckin’ with my family, you d-ck is in the paint
so don’t think that it’s sh-t ’cause n-gg-ro it ain’t
sh-t to brake ’em off i’m brakin’ ’em off with chunks
siggedy south iggedy acres ain’t no motherf-ckin’ punks
and drive-by shootin’ ain’t the motherf-ckin’ sh-t
’cause n-gg-s plot hits after motherf-ckin’ hits
killin’ you -ss for kicks doin’ sh-t for the murder
and since you want me to die you gots to die ’cause you deserve ta
now here take this motherf-ckin’ slugs (bang)
’cause f-ckin’ with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
mister mister face the hardest n-gg- being heard
’cause all i have in this world is my b-lls and my word
i’m sick of motherf-ckers thinkin’ they run sh-t
until you face to face wiith scarface you ain’t done sh-t
i’m killin’ off you mark -ss n-gg-s
with a slug from a glock motherf-ckers
i’m a born killer, i really thought you knew b-tch
i’m slappin’ hoes and cappin’ fools
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