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Kurupt - Текст песни It Ain't About You
Yea
 Ay, Soopafly
 Yup
 Ay, what's the name of that song that goes
 Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da
 Dada-dada-da-da-da
 It ain't about you?
 That's the one you rappin' on?
 Yea
 Oh, yea, that's tight
 You like that?
 Yea
 Check, check, check, check, check
 Microphone, check, check, check, 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 6 4 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 HitlerKurupt - It Ain't About You - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kurupt/it-aint-about-you-lyrics.html
 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 lose bitch, won't you let it
 For what you let it
 I get a bad bitch from Connecticut
 A typical hoe, 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?
 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
 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'ma 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?
 Get at me 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 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
 I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood
 Smokin' until the sun come out
















