Ain't No Tellin' (Explicit) 歌詞
Ain't No Tellin' (Explicit) - Lil Jon/Mac Dre
Lyrics by：Jonathan H. Smith/Luke Calleja/Andre Hicks/Derrick Grey/Troy Redd**k
Composed by：Jonathan H. Smith/Luke Calleja/Andre Hicks/Derrick Grey/Troy Redd**k
Lil Jon/Mac Dre：
Yeah what's up
Lil' Jon
And my muthaf**kin' n***a
Mac muthaf**kin' Dre
Let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you Dre
Check this out
Finna get to some pimp playa s**t on they punk a*ses though you know
Spit that s**t though
Let's go
Mac Dre：
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do
Lil Jon：
Whole lotta A s**t whole lotta Bay s**t
If you ain't gettin' hyphy in this b***h then you're basic
Ain't no tellin' what she did she ain't say s**t
I'm on that gas on mama got me higher than a spaceship
I got hella h*es and they all gettin' swooped
They all go
Got a mean in the coupe
Coupe
Gettin' to that new Lil' Jon Mac Dre s**t
Gettin' stupid dumb n***a extra lit
She gon' pop that a*s shawty extra thick
And I'mma pop my collar 'cause I'm extra lit
Bring the bottles do a split you'll get some extra tips
And if the boppers outta pocket we got extra chicks
We on stage perkin' on stage
I got two girls and they goin' both ways
Asked her where she from she said Boy I'm from the Bay
Who her favorite rapper She said N***a Mac Dre
Mac Dre：
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do
Mac Dre：
Mac named Dre is a big fool sick fool
And if you ain't down then suck my d**k fool
I don't give a f**k about a n***a or b***h too
I run with a big crew and yeah they sick too
As I get to bustin' this introduction
Of mind corruption and rhyme seduction
I spill and fill brains with game and mo' thangs
Like them dope thangs and what that h*e bring
Creep on Crest streets speak on fresh beats
Hit the motel and freak on fresh sheets
And wet sheets is the end result
Been killin' on cock since ten years old
See I blend this old game with this new
And ain't no telling what a b***h'll do
Now picture you in my position
Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Could you handle all this scandal
And keep on steppin' like boots and sandals
My handle is young Mac Dre
Silky Slim is my A.K.A
And you know that Bay is my rompin' grounds
I mean stompin' grounds
But I like the way Rompin' sounds
So I'ma keep it romp-related
And if it ain't down with the romp I hate it
Mac Dre：
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No tellin' what a b***h'll do
Ain't no tellin'
No tellin'
No t-no tellin' what a b***h'll do