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    Текст песни Ras Kass - I Ain't Fuckin With You

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    Intro:
    What? Nigga, You got problems?
    Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit
    Nigga you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)
    You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you
    I aun't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't 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
    I'm 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
    You're doing too much 'cause I'm going to be rich nigga I put that on my two nuts

    Chorus:
    I ain't fuckin' with you You're 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 I'm 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 what's 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 he's stranded in Serbia and he's the only Croatians
    No relation that's 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 it's all gravy though
    Priority records got to pay me though but

    Chorus:

    Now when it's on then it's on no shame in my game
    Cowards wouldn't 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 I've been mad
    So how the fuck I'm 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
    That's why I be on one officially
    fuck white people in general and fuck the police specifically
    You got at me but you're missing me sideways
    So I'm giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you
    Don't be calling them shit shades when you know that its curtains for you
    I'm certain I'm hurting a few ego's Toni's, Mark's, and Nino's
    Stompin with the big Dog Pino, see though
    I'll pull your card and get your chips like I'm Kino
    From Yugoslavia to Reno, Yeah homie we know

    Chorus 3X
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