it ain’t about you lyrics – kurupt

yea
ay, soopafly
yup
ay, what’s the name of that song that goes
dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da
dada-dada-da-da-da
it ain’t about you?
that’s the one you rappin’ on?
yea
oh, yea, that’s tight
you like that?
yea

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*gg* neck
i keep a nine in my pocket and a home 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 *ss 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, tray don’t 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*gg*s 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*gg* from drunk to sober
i hope i don’t have to maneuver the choker
if you wanna dance i do the polka
stickin’ f*ck b*tch made soop look like a switchblade

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 d*ck
while i smash my sh*t
and i pop in my car

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?
h*ll 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

b*tch please
got her speakin’ in chinese
they like please
yea, just pluck ’em off
mothaf*ck all you hoes
f*ck ’em all
this is nothing but true game
this stainless thing 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*gg* feelin’ bitter, sh*tty as some kitty litter
take off, got a 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 d*ck
i’m like b*tch, forget it
let it lose b*tch, won’t you let it
for what you let it
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
then she turned blue
on the speed i grabbed the heater and then flew

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 d*ck
while i smash my sh*t
and i pop in my car

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?
h*ll no

b*tch take another route
you ain’t even what this song’s about
i’m on a ride, dip and glidin’ through the hood
smokin’ until the sun come out

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 surp*ss 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*gg*s 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’ma stay bangin’
the game that i’m claimin’
gold chain sw*ngin’
while the six trey hangin’

back b*mpa, impact the dumpa
in the stash spot mash out
knock it locked up with the *ss drop

can i ride in your car?
b*tch i’m gone too far
can i smoke on your weed?
nah, this ain’t what you need
can i borrow a dollar?
nah, but you can eat this d*ck
while i dip in my sh*t
and uh, pop my cop off

can i give you my number?
get at me next summer
but i’m hungry baby
yea, me too, that’s crazy
so open up the door ‘cuz i’m ready to go
aight, but i ain’t got no money
ain’t you treatin’ baby?
h*ll no

b*tch take another route
you ain’t even what this song’s about
i’m on a ride, dip and glidin’ through the hood
smokin’ until the sun come out

/ kurupt lyrics