Текст песни I Ain't Sh%T Without My Homboyz - Kurupt feat. Daz Dillinger, Soopafly, Baby S, & Crooked I
"Yup"
"Ay,
what′s
the
name
of
that
song
that
goes
Dada-dada-da-da-da,
dadada-da-da"
"It
ain't
about
you?"
"That′s
the
one
you
have
it
on?"
"Yea"
"Oh,
yea,
that's
tight"
"You
like
that?"
"Yea"
Check
check
check
check
check
Microphone
check
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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
shit
Yea,
peep
game
Check,
I
break
a
nigga
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
mothafucka
if
you
didn′t
know
Now
peep
so
sweet
unique
I
doubt
if
you
could
top
the
peak
Keep
em
in
check
No
sweat
cock
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
64 hop
Cut
it
up,
chop,
my
homie
got
it,
Tray
don't
stop
Had
them
bitches
dope
fiending
like
I′m
slangin
them
rocks
Straight
from
the
L
we
don't
take
no
shit
We
off
in
the
cut
waitin
for
y′all
niggas
to
trip
We
the
last
mothafuckas
you
want
to
fuck
with
When
you
in
close
range
you
best
to
duck
quick
Or
get
smashed
your
last
chance
to
forfeit
Game
over
I
knock
a
nigga
from
drunk
to
sober
I
hope
I
don't
have
to
maneuver
the
choker
If
you
wanna
dance
I
do
the
polka
Stickin
fuck
bitch
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
dick
While
I
smash
my
shit
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?
Hell
no
Bitch
take
another
route,
you
ain't
even
what
this
song′s
about
Bitch,
I'm
on
a
ride,
dip
and
glidin
through
the
hood
Smokin
until
the
sun
come
out
Bitch
please
Got
her
speakin
in
Chinese
They
like
please
Yea,
just
pluck
em
off
Mothafuck
all
you
hoes
Fuck
em
all
This
is
nothing
but
true
game
This
stainless
thing
got
stained
The
bitch
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
nigga
feelin
bitter
Shitty
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
bitch
on
my
dick
I'm
like
bitch,
forget
it
Let
it
loose
bitch,
won′t
you
let
it
For?????
I
get
a
bad
bitch
from
Connecticut
A
typical
ho
I′m
only
in
it
for
the
blow
The
bitch
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?
Bitch
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
dick
While
I
dip
in
my
shit
and
uh,
pop
my
cop
off
Can
I
give
you
my
number?
Nah,
maybe
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
uh,
I
ain′t
got
no
money
Ain't
you
treatin
baby?
Hell
no
Bitch
take
another
route,
you
ain't
even
what
this
song
is
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
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,
mothafuck
a
platinum
plaque
Always
got
my
stack
jackin
off
from
havin
a
sack
Niggas
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
bumpa
Impact
the
dumpa
in
the
stash
spot
mash
out
Knock
it
locked
up
with
the
ass
drop
Can
I
ride
in
your
car?
Bitch
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
dick
While
I
dip
in
my
shit
and
uh,
pop
my
cop
off
Can
I
give
you
my
number?
Nah,
maybe
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
uh,
I
ain't
got
no
money
Ain′t
you
treatin
baby?
Hell
no
Bitch
take
another
route,
you
ain′t
even
what
this
song
is
about
I'm
on
a
ride,
dip
and
glidin
through
the
hood
Smokin
until
the
sun
come
out
Альбом
Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha
1 Who Ride Wit Us
2 Step Up
3 I Ain't Sh%T Without My Homboyz
4 Ho's A Housewife
5 It Ain't About You
6 Neva Gonna Give It Up
7 Tequilla
8 Welcome Home
9 Represent Dat G.C.
10 Loose Cannons
11 I Call Shots
12 Trylogy
13 Ya Can't Trust Nobody
14 Your Gyrl Friend
15 Live On The Mic
16 Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha
17 Girls All Pause (feat. Nate Dogg & Roscoe)
18 Calling out Names
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