It Ain’t About You lyrics

by

KXNG Crooked


*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 rappin' on?"
S: "Yea"
K: "Oh, yea, that's tight"
S: "You like that?"
K: "Yea"

[Soopafly]
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 sh*t
Yea, peep game
Check, I break a n*gga neck
I keep a nine in my pocket and a hoe on deck
I like to rock a show
I'm stackin c-notes
It's soopafly mothaf*cka if you didn't know
Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak
Keep em in check
No sweat c*ck 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, tre on stop
Had them b*tches dope fiending like I'm slangin them rocks
Straight from the L we don't take no sh*t
We off in the cut waitin for y'all n*ggas to trip
We the last mothaf*ckas you want to f*ck with
When you in close range you best to duck quick
Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit
Game over
I knock a n*gga from drunk to sober
I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance I do the polka
Stickin for b*tch made Soopa got the switchblade
[Chorus]
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 di*k
While I smash my sh*t and uh poppin my collar
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
b*tch take another route, you ain't even what this song's about
b*tch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

[Kurupt]
b*tch please
Got her speakin in Chinese
They like fleas
Yea, just pluck em off
Mothaf*ck all you hoes
f*ck em all
This is nothing but true game
This stainless done got stained
The b*tch 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 n*gga feelin bitter
sh*tty as some kitty litter
Take off, Gotti Adolf Hitler
Center of attraction
Multiplications then subtractions
From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit
The b*tch on my di*k
I'm like b*tch, forget it
Let it loose b*tch, won't you let it
For what you let, I get a bad b*tch from Connecticut
A typical hoe
I'm only in it for the blow
The b*tch was only in it for the blow
I gave her some blow then let her blow
Til she turned blue
On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew
[Chorus]

[Tray Deee]
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, mothaf*ck a platinum plaque
Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack
n*ggas 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'mma stay bangin
The game that I'm claimin
Gold chain swangin
While the six trey hangin
Back bumper
Impact the dumper in the stash spot mash out
Knock it locked up with the ass drop

[Chorus]
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