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Ras Kass - I Ain't Fuckin With You
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Intro: What? nigga, you got problems? Nigga you dont want no problems with me, shit Nigga you aint got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward) You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you I aunt fuckin with yall, I aint fuckin with you I guess I got a bad attitude Verse 1: I spit slick shit like k-y jelly Out for the mail like melly Im fucking you tonight before kelly My bitches dance with there belly And fuck me with there eyes See crime is where they organize In the land of the blind the one eyed is genie A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini Need a bulletproof beenie when niggas got five minutes of funk Make them disappear like houdini or who-done-it a whoridah Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch And all this bullshit is going on in church of course (but but but but but wait it gets worse!) I could still instill a semi-automatic verse And draw blood like a nurse Correspond like ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? and on the mic I bomb like nuclear fission Alphabetic mathematician your prerogative is my decision My litigation gives me a reputation for giving niggas no get back like black reparations Youre doing too much cause Im going to be rich nigga I put that on my two nuts Chorus: I aint fuckin with you youre not to be fucked with (big nigga I though you knew) Cause we find this niggas mood is rude But I know the cause of your shitty attitude Verse 2: Now whenever Im fed up we can go head up My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up Straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds One in the chamber for leap year keep clear I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker so whats beef? Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart And beat more rappers than dr. dre, mo-bee, dimond dee, and mark sparx (all producers) The quintessential micaphonist smoke the 50 thousand dollar bonus Swarming your green like locus Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation Left a nigga feeling like hes stranded in serbia and hes the only croatians No relation thats my justification for ripping niggas Stripping niggas bigga figgas tippin strippers In the first king in the cut like scissors Shoot her to the point and long dick her Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly I ride her like that pony song and flip her (flipper) like a dolphin movie Listen no anal sex and no kissing Doggystyles my favorite position Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down bitch Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that ass around (aww tihs!) I puts it down like davie though its all gravy though Priority records got to pay me though but Chorus: Now when its on then its on no shame in my game Cowards wouldnt bust a grape if there name were champaign I change lanes on dirtbikes and change direction at the speed of light I use my feet to catch the dice niggas gamble everyday anyway Paying the price of life kill a fifth of e and j everynight Got to be right to be impolite Ive been mad So how the fuck Im supposed to keep my act clean like sinbad See white people burn your church The see you in the mall and clutch there purse Treat a nigga like dirt when the black man was here first Thats why I be on one officially Fuck white people in general and fuck the police specifically You got at me but youre missing me sideways So Im giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you Dont be calling them shit shades when you know that its curtains for you Im certain Im hurting a few egos tonis, marks, and ninos Stompin with the big dog pino, see though Ill pull your card and get your chips like Im kino From yugoslavia to reno, yeah homie we know Chorus 3x
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