It Ain't Nothin'

Cypress Hill, Young De2010年2月16日
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It Ain't Nothin' (Radio Edit) - Cypress Hill/Young De

I used to carry a glock

On the waist line

Man I don't waste time

I'm strong on the bass line

You'll never taste mine

See me on the screen

F**kers begging for face time

Get your own tape

But don't bother to chase mine

I got a block

Man we having a great time

You couldn't fill the shoes

Anytime that I lace mine

Light up the stage

For the homies we make shine

Sick the dogs on you

Get more by the k nine

Homies on the yard never

Walk in the main line

The manes find

That they can never be in the game

I'm letting off rounds

Hitting blunts at the same time

Pick a crew homie

You a neon to save time

B**ches like you always spitting

The same rhymes

We put you all to shame

You never went through the same grind

Put you in the bind the minute you came by

So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain

You wanna step up get your a** touched

You wanna rap son get your a** buff

Try to test us

You's gonna get smashed up

You wanna run wit the dogs

Get your cash up

Git it

You gotta get your straps up

Git it

You gotta get your stash up

Git it

You gotta get amped up

You wanna run wit the dogs

Get your cash up

I'm right here on the block

When it's time to ride out

You know what I'm all about

Hundred Harley bikes

On site when it goes down

Me and my homies always holding the fort down

Come up in our town

And your pissing a fourth now

Got four ounces and three bottle's of jack

Two fifth's in the back

And everyone I'm with's strapped

What ever happens

I'm chin checking and wrecking fools

Try disrespecting me

My Smith and Wesson is ending you

And I ain't changed since back in the day

Get your sh*t split quick

If you get in my face

You wanna run wit the dog

Better stay in your place

Cause your little a** name

Don't hold no weight

And your little a** safe

Couldn't hold my cake

Get your asks denied down the road I take

 

And let me tell you one more thing

Before I skate

If you a fake or a snake

Imma send you to your grave

You wanna step up get your a** touched

You wanna rap son get your a** buff

Try to test us

You're gonna get smashed up

You wanna run wit the dogs

Get your cash up

Git it

You gotta get your straps up

Git it

You gotta get your stash up

Git it

You gotta get amped up

You wanna run wit the dogs

Get your cash up

 

I'm a first staff og from outta the gutter

With a f**ked up demeanor

For you punk mothaf**kas

 

Get played like some dicks

Who try to start ruckas

I'm a real gun busta so

Don't ever try to rush us

Can't nobody touch us

That don't leave on crutches

Or worse

Get a ride in a hurse

With their bodies covered

It's gunna be a cold summer

As soon as the hilt drops

All b******t will stop

A couple scums in the street

We don't care what you bustas think

It might sink in sometime

But I won't blink

We go against everything

Smoke all the green

Got the flow wrong

Swing it ain't nothing to me

We put it down anywhere

Like it's something to see

So all you b**ches going rogue

With your haters degree

And when you wanna get loud son

I'm ready to work

Punks act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up get your a** touched

You wanna rap son get your a** buff

Try to test us

You're gonna get smashed up

You wanna run wit the dogs

Get your cash up

Git it

You gotta get your straps up

Git it

You gotta get your stash up

Git it

You gotta get amped up

You wanna run wit the dogs

Get your cash up

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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