Текст песни I Ain't Here For This - Jagged Edge , Sosa

Man, not this again man...
We just got in the club man
What you be on man, for real
You want a drink or somethin' man, for real man
You need to help take the edge off or something for real man
I ain't in the club for this
Just parked and I just walked in and she already startin' that bull
I ain't spend a dime for this
I just came to put some henne in me
(Really) you can keep the chriss
I ain't ask for sh*t
Don't be the spot that's gone get this started
I ain't in the club just to be arguing
So 'less you came here to party
Or let me do shots of ya body
I ain't here for this
Dressed to a T, I'm out in the streets
I'm 20 deep with n****s that's claimin' that east side
Been ridin through the A all night, so how we end up back up on that east side
My girl with me, ya'll know how it be
One condition baby, no drama while the g's round? now we at the house she said ya stayed out?
You gave me your word now baby hold your voice down
Me and baby girl got this thing bout arguing usually
So every time I take her out try to let her know from the door that...
Chorus]
JE, years in the game
I seen a lotta things that make the average n**** say wow
My privacy I hold close to me, let me keep my business out the streets now
If my girl with me she sticks to the code
Don't be startin nothing
Betta wait until ya get home
Another lengthy fight we gotta make up
Just as long she can really drag a fight on
Me and baby girl got this thing bout arguing usually
So every time I take her out try to let her know from the door that...
What I did or where I've been
If you knew how to act
It wouldn't even be a problem
If you wanna know why I hang out with hoods all night
*Cause I can't keep on arguing, yabbin and stressing it's always a constant fight
And if you wanna know
"Why I say I'd be better off by myself, now ya know why I roll like I roll I'll just stay at home... I ain't here for this"
Now you been begging me for weeks so now it's going down
Before we hit this downtown I'm a tell you now
You betta sit yo a** down and just sip some brown
Don't you try to clown when them groupie b*tches come around
I don't believe in luck, never been superstitious
They wanna do me it's apparently due to my riches
They may have heard how I bury the tool in the ditches
And leave the barracuda wet as a school of some fishes
They wanna marry the dude
Got 'em preparing me food
Folding the clothes even washin the dishes
Cleaning the toilets, but you know what
I got you in a position, you bout to spoil it with whinin' and b*tchin'
You walk back to the back of the line of divisions
Trying to make it before 12 with the rest of the pigeons
I got you sippin' zinfandel, chilly at the ear/wrist
I don't wanna hear this sh*t really I ain't here for this