Текст песни You Ain't Really - Conrad Bradley

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You ain't really got no stick
You ain't really got no ties
You ain't really got no plug
You ain't really bout this life
You ain't really got that chop choppa cha
You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya
You ain't really got that fire
You ain't really bout ya lies

From here out you stuck wit me don't fuck wit me
The first person get rough wit me'll get buck 50d
(Yeah)
Bet I'm coming for that cream bitch
(Yeah)
I don't need no team bitch
(Yeah)
It's just me and me and me's bitch umpteen kids
Still ball like golden state
If KD left home for the throne then I guess I'm on the road cause this flows the golden gate
And you know the boy float like the ocean waves
Plus my tongue gets hot tryin hold my flames
Bitch be cautious, I got soldier aim
Hold that AR, till my shoulder ache
Then I roll it up so I can smoke my pain .novacaine
Big black bag with no trash in it
Gotta whole lotta green but no cabbage in it
(Yeah)

You ain't really got no stick
You ain't really got no ties
You ain't really got no plug
You ain't really bout this life
You ain't really got that chop choppa cha
You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya
You ain't really got that fire
You ain't really bout ya lies
You ain't really got no stick
You ain't really got no ties
You ain't really got no plug
You ain't really bout this life
You ain't really got that chop choppa cha
You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya
You ain't really got that fire
You ain't really bout ya lies

Everybody wanna be famous, take a look at these stars
Then they realize that buzz only take em so far
They hide from the light deep down in the dark
Had to fight for this life take a look at all these scars
Every little piece of ink is a page in this book full of time cuz
Everybody got a dream full of winnin weed and diamonds I'm just trying get mine cause
These dimes finer then wine cause
I'm the star wit a bar on the tour bus
So they rock wit a player now Git a flock full of groupies 2 more for the haters now
Yeah they played me down but I came up
Made a whole lotta money never changed up
If you ever approach me on the thrown boy
Even if I'm on my own boy
I'm not alone boy
Big black bag no trash in it
Got a whole lotta green but no cabbage in it
Little bit of white to keep Lindsey clappin
Got her ratchet ass dancin with her ass on my ratchet
If You ain't really no hands
And you aint really got no pipe
Boy ya better watch ya mouth
You're playin round with ya life

You ain't really got no stick
You ain't really got no ties
You ain't really got no plug
You ain't really bout this life
You ain't really got that chop choppa cha
You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya
You ain't really got that fire
You ain't really bout ya lies
You ain't really got no stick
You ain't really got no ties
You ain't really got no plug
You ain't really bout this life
You ain't really got that chop choppa cha
You ain't really got that yop yoppa ya
You ain't really got that fire
You ain't really bout ya lies