Текст песни Ain't Cha - Clipse , Re-Up Gang
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
some
good
fame
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
slang
in
tha
rain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
save
for
tha
Range
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
perfect
ya
aim
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
a
big
chain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
with
the
medallions
and
the
rings
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
gon
getcha
air
force
plane
ain't
cha?
Say
what?
So
you
can
get
that
hood
fame
ain't
cha?
Rugers
spare
I
drapes,
baking
pies,
baking
cake
Hustling
them
E's
and
that
C's
and
that
H
While
you
probably
talking
frantic
on
the
tape
Niggaz
in
the
hood
ain't
tryna
to
hear
"Man
it
was
a
mistake"
To
call
you
a
bitch,
not
a
bandit
at
ya
wake
Epitaph
reading
how
much
damage
you
could
take
While
I'm
on
the
boat
with
ya
bitch,
salmon
on
the
plate
I
know
why
you
liked
her,
the
head
it
was
great
Loving
these
bezels
sets,
change
with
no
space
86
karats,
you
know
how
much
digging
in
the
planet
this
could
take?
Patent
leather
BAPEs...
Uh,
uh!
Closet
like
planet
of
the
BAPE!
Monkey
see,
monkey
do,
monkeys
following
in
place
Like
I'm
living
in
an
episode
of
Planet
of
the
Apes
You're
watching
the
evolution
of
one
of
rap's
greats
You
niggaz
tryna
take
my
place?
Neva
happen...
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
some
good
fame
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
slang
in
tha
rain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
save
for
tha
range
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
perfect
ya
aim
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
a
big
chain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
with
the
medallions
and
the
rings
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
gon
getcha
air
force
plane
ain't
cha?
Say
what?
So
you
can
get
that
hood
fame
ain't
cha?
Dig
it,
every
time
I
do
it,
encore
Slide
out
tha
Lincoln
with
tha
suicide
doors
Ma,
and
I'm
blingin
like
Baby
with
all
that
shit
on
My
block
pop
til
all
that
shit
gone
What?
You
pussies
hardly
eat
What
you
spend
on
a
home
is
a
golden
piece
On
the
chest
of
a
biz-oss,
it's
a
must
I
fliz-oss
My
dream
team
wrestle
for
cheese
like
Eric
Bischoff
From
the
kickoff
to
tip
off,
I
give
off
rays
from
the
VVs
Ice
glazed
like
lip
gloss
Thinking
they
can
see
me,
I
beg
to
diff-arr
Look
up
in
the
skiz-eye,
it
the
big
dip-arr
(Thats
cold!)
Its
chilly
in
Philly,
its
that
real
Nobody
know
karate,
more
bodies
than
Kill
Bill
Somebody
get
beside
me,
Lord,
will
his
blood
spill
Like
a
waterfall,
fuck
around
make
me
slaughter
y'all
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
some
good
fame
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
slang
in
tha
rain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
save
for
tha
range
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
perfect
ya
aim
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
a
big
chain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
with
the
medallions
and
the
rings
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
gon
getcha
air
force
plane
ain't
cha?
Say
what?
So
you
can
get
that
hood
fame
ain't
cha?
Oh
you
just
gon
take
without
asking
ain't
cha?
You
just
grabbin,
you
ain't
earnin
for
shit,
that's
too
old
fashion
Look,
tulip,
I
will
never
tuck
a
jewel
up
Kindergarten
did
they
not
tap
your
knuckle
with
the
ruler?
I'm
the
era
of
the
juice
crew,
don't
let
that
dookie
noose
you
1 and
1 is
2,
its
just
as
simple
as
Blue's
Clues
The
nine
will
get
most
of
you,
turn
yourself
around
For
he
who
want
to
run
up
and
earn
himself
a
crown
Meanwhile
study
something
nigga,
this
Gucci,
Parker
From
France
where
the
kids
sing
Frere
Jacques
If
not
there,
I'm
somewhere
mixing
vodkas
In
a
far
off
land,
where
they
shake
maracas
and
shit
Keep
it
moving
like
in
KIs
of
coke
You
the
100th
motherfucker
and
I'm
Benicio
(del
Toro)
Not
Tommy
Lee,
see
we
never
involve
the
law
If
it
seems
the
walls
are
closing
in
its
only
cause
they
are
Muthafucker
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
some
good
fame
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
slang
in
tha
rain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
save
for
tha
range
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
perfect
ya
aim
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
a
big
chain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
with
the
medallions
and
the
rings
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
gon
getcha
air
force
plane
ain't
cha?
Say
what?
So
you
can
get
that
hood
fame
ain't
cha?
I'm
a
natural
born
hustla,
I
the
risk
taker
I
get
it
cross
the
border,
the
Alpha
the
Omega
My
life,
I
scripted
the
paper
posh
like
the
wrist
in
the
cradle
That
hug
the
diamonds
that
kiss
for
you
haters
Rimoldi
is
so
gaudy
But
its
just
so
picture-perfect
as
I
lean
in
that
six
fourty-five
CI
I'm
on
them
blades
likes
T.I.
The
niggaz
hate
to
measure
"cause
they
knee
high
Still
slangin
that
P-I,
E
what
I
bring
by
Me
50
cal,
pretty
desert
up
my
sleave,
I
Still
hugging
that
corner
so
tight
it
can't
breath,
I
Can't
let
it
go,
"cause
a
nigga
got
to
eat,
I
Came
to
conquer
the
game,
the
flame
and
the
powder
And
the
pot,
stirred
it
crazy,
I'm
a
lead-a
Still
in
the
game,
tippin
the
scale
like
Libra
You
don't
really
want
that
halo
over
ya
Cesar!
No!
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
some
good
fame
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
slang
in
tha
rain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
save
for
tha
range
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
perfect
ya
aim
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
you
tryna
get
a
big
chain
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
with
the
medallions
and
the
rings
ain't
cha?
Hmmm,
gon
getcha
air
force
plane
ain't
cha?
Say
what?
So
you
can
get
that
hood
fame
ain't
cha?
Альбом
Step Up Soundtrack
1 'Bout It
2 (When You Gonna) Give It Up To Me
3 Show Me The Money
4 80's Joint
5 Step Up
6 Say Goodbye
7 Dear Life
8 For The Love
9 Ain't Cha
10 I'mma Shine
11 Feelin' Myself
12 'Til The Dawn
13 Lovely
14 U Must Be
15 Made
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